One week and Counting...

I have one week of classes. That means 9 class times. Then 1 final and 1 meeting. Then I am done with this part of college. It is weird how these things wind down. My brother is graduating from high school this summer and I feel like I am in the same position, just more mature. I remember thinking that the world was changing so much and I didn't know what to do. Now, I'm in the groove of college, but that is ending too. I think this system is a good thing. I think you shouldn't live your life so monotonously.

Change is good. I am embracing it. I even cut about 8 inches off of my hair yesterday. I figured since I was changing my "job", my area of living, my living situation, and my summer job, I might as well change how I look too!

I just wonder where the time has gone. I still remember when I moved into college. That first day was scary! My mom and siblings dropped me off and I felt lost. I didn't know anyone at this school. Thankfully, my roommate and I got along really well. I enjoy the freedom I have gained and I hope to gain even more with this life change.

And just so everyone knows, I have 1 week and finals week left and I STILL don't know where part of my student teaching placement will be. Hopefully I will know soon!

Changes...I want to turn to face the sun

I am restless, listless, a titch depressed and want a change. Soon, my whole life will be overhauled. And I can't wait for that. In less then a month, I will be done with school, moving to a place where I'll have limited connections, and finally have adult responsibilities.

I have been in school ever since I can remember. And I like it. I am good at school, I am a good student. I excel in most subjects, I test well and I am a dream student. But it is a comfort zone for me. I feel too comfortable soaking in knowledge and then divulging it into a paper or test. Starting in the fall, I will be student teaching. I will be on the other side of the desk. It is nerve wracking, scary, exciting, and exhilirating.

I have never really had my own space. After living with my parents, I moved into a dorm, and then 3 seperate rented apartments that I shared with others. I have never really gotten to decorate it how I want to. I've never been able to have a completely clean place.

I don't have a lot of friends in Winona. Now, don't think this is me being sad, I tend to hang with a small, select group of people instead of having a ton of friends. But I am excited to branch out somewhere new and find new people. The place that I am moving is far away from people I know. I will be living with Andrew, but other then that, my family will be 3 hours away along with my best friends. I will be forced to find new friends and I hope they will be life-long friends.

Even though I'm in college, I am still not really an adult. I mean, I have some responsibilities, but soon I will be liable for everything: cleaning the apartment, keeping the car in good shape, paying all of the bills, setting up my own doctor's appointments, etc. While there is a part of me that is scared, I also think I am ready.

I know not many people read this, but to whoever is reading, I hope that you are living vicariously through me. I will be blogging every step of my thrilling adventure.

The Slide to the End

I officially have 5 weeks and finals left until I am all done with classes...forever! In one sense, I just want everything to be done. I am over papers, reading articles, writing lesson plans, putting portfolios together and group projects. In another sense, I have to buckle down and make sure my senioritis doesn't affect all of the big projects I have due soon.

I have come to the realization that I don't really know what to do with my life after student teaching. There isn't a huge calling for teachers, so I'm worried about finding a job and having to be an adult. I guess it is just something I will take one step at a time.

This weekend Andrew and I toured the townhouse we'll be moving into in a month and a half and we bought a giant comfy sofa! That is the part of growing up that I enjoy. I will finally have a place of my own that I can decorate. No more second-hand 70's flowered couches and random chairs from our parent's basement. No more sleeping on the floor (I don't have a bed). No more cleaning up after anyone except Andrew, who I can yell at if need be haha. I can finally have a cool place of my (and Andrew's) own!