My Cardboard Balcony

Well, I did it. I made it. My very first week of officially student teaching has been completed. It was not a walk in the park, nor was it overly challenging. After all, it's only the beginning of the semester. But I know it will get crazier from here. Classes restart at Sonoma State in two weeks, which means that my workload will increase like crazy. I have units to plan (one I hope will be quite fun, as it's focused on science fiction), homework to assign, and students to convince of my ability to teach. I have also observed two advanced placement courses and let me tell you, it's amazing what these young teenagers can do and say. As a teacher, I am beginning to realize just how limited I am in the scope of things I can provide and teach the students, as well as the amount of time I can do it in. For example, one of my culminating projects for a unit that I drew up for one of my classes is a play or movie script. I would love to take a whole semester working on drama

Sheesh, Get It Right! by Belinda Roddie No, not sweet tooth, suite tooth. I like pricey hotels.

The burn of the medicine through her esophagus felt a teeny bit like she was being stabbed in the back - of course, she didn't exactly know what the feeling of being stabbed in the back was specifically like, for she had never endured traumatic injuries or blood loss, and she certainly didn't play with knives. Still, as she bent over in her gray steel chair and hyperventilated, she could equate such lancing pain to such an assault, as the doctor patted her shoulder and cooed as if to an overly sensitive infant.