In my feminist theory class, we have to do a presentation over a 10 to 12 page paper that analyzes something from one of the theories. I’m pretty excited about this project because I decided about a week into the class that I am going to write about radical feminism and how it relates to the “riot grrl” music scene of the early 90s. I e-mailed my teacher about it today, and she said it would be a great subject to do. I’M SO PUMPED.
I got a 96% on my first paper, which felt weird. I’d say I’m a pretty good writer, but all of the history professors that I’ve written things for so far have said “you need to do this and such better, here’s a B”, but this lady said “great job” and only wrote a red marks on my paper. YES. I was expecting a B or a C because I had to write it in an hour with kids climbing all over me and whatnot.
Actually, my History of West Africa teacher said I was a great writer too. My teachers have been polarized about it. They either think I’m a really great writer, or not-so-great writer. It feels subjective. Growing up I was constantly praised for how good of a writer I was, so it felt weird for people to tell me that I wasn’t when I got to college.
Aaaaanyway.
I had a bunch of things to write about, but I’ve forgotten about them.
I do know that I’m insanely busy lately, but I still can’t keep up with everything.
I turn in my application to the teacher education program on Monday. I’m really, really nervous. I don’t quite have everything I need for it, but it’s mostly a waiting game. I’ve done all I can. I just need Missouri to get my stuff in the mail so that I can finish my substitute teaching license application, and I need someone to give my recommendation to me, which he hasn’t done yet. I’ve been agonizing over this application for months. And soon it’ll FINALLY BE DONE and I’ll be student teaching (how the heck did this happen so fast, how am I already almost to student teaching?!).
Lorelei is almost crawling. She can scoot herself around everywhere now.
How is she getting so big so fast. Oh, my darling. She’s also 20 lbs 8 oz, and 26” long.
Cannon is having a rough week. He’s just crying a lot and not happy. :(
He’s still doing a lot of labeling, but I’m trying to get him to use phrases. He has been signing “eat” and “more” for things, rather than saying them. Ah well, that IS communication.
I’m doing 30 Day Shred and I’m really, really sore. I can’t get up and down stairs without wanting to curse. Hopefully I’ll kick my butt into shape. I’m sick of working out and working out and not losing a damn thing. I probably won’t this time either… I’m about ready to give up, dude. But I probably won’t.
I’ll do this now:
l am: worn out.
I wish: my youngest would sleep through the night. :P
I wish I could: be comfortable speaking in front of people.
I can’t resist: candy and soda. uuuugh.
I love: smelling my childrens’ hair. Seriously, it’s like crack. Especially when they are/were babies.
I make: sense. Sometimes.
I sing: Daniel Tiger songs, along to songs that I love, all day, all the time.
I read: non-fiction for fun, and text books.
I listen to: lots of different stuff. Favs are The Cramps and Neko Case.
I miss: my sister.
I will: graduate next year, damnit. I need to get on with my master’s already.
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