Today was an interesting day. I went and observed in two of the classes I'll be student teaching in. I found out that all the classes my supervising teacher teaches are senior classes, and most focus on literature. That just so happens to be a very good thing, as literature is much more interesting to me than grammar has ever been. I also got a feel for the personality of the teacher and I think it will probably be a good match for me. She is fairly laid back while at the same time not putting up with much crap from the kids. I guess what I'm saying is she doesn't seem prone to overreaction like some teachers I have had myself. I can see myself having a similar teaching style. I also found out what books I should be brushing up on.
All this student teaching stuff is starting to build and shortly I believe my life will blur into a furied train of frenzy. Deadlines of all types of things seem to be converging to a center, pulled be the very force of gravity itself. Added to all this, I may need to pick up and move in a month or so. I hate moving, especially the idea of moving in the middle of student teaching. But, I'm trusting everything will work out for the best. If nothing else, I will come to appreciate the fine art of time management once again. I'm looking forward to the challenge. It's about time I'm forced to be stretched quite a bit. I think I've gotten lazy, but my schedule over the next few months will change all that.
The worst thing about this new year we're in now is I haven't really ridden my Surly(bike) yet. I've already gotten quite out of shape. I'm planning to do something about it, you know, "assessing the situation", but I may lose the mileage competition with Devon this month. If I do, I owe a lunch of his choice. But hey, the month isn't over yet, and I have Monday off my morning job, so maybe a good 50 or 60 miler will find its way into the schedule. I can only hope. Riding my bike really does make me feel much better overall, as long as I'm eating right. I also REALLY miss my motorcycle. Maybe I'm in a late-twenties crisis. Regardless, I can't wait to get an exhaust for that old Kawasaki and see if it runs, but it may have to wait another few months. Student teaching doesn't pay a single dime, in case you were wondering.