On Being M.I.A.

Student teaching has officially swallowed my life. I kind of just want to sleep for three days. Ok, not kind of, REALLY. And on top of it, I was struck down by the plague and have been feeling a lot like this lately:

Except less sexy and more sweatpants. There have been a lot of sweatpants.

Here's to crawling out from under it and reclaiming five minutes of my personal life?

Friday Facts

Fact #1 These aren't Friday Facts. They're actually Sunday Facts, which sounds stupid because it isn't an alliteration. 

Fact #2 It would be super awesome if we could somehow add five more hours to the day (then I might be able to write Friday Facts on Friday). With student teaching in full swing, it is becoming increasingly more apparent that twenty-four hours just isn't enough! I knew what I was in for when I signed on for this crazy year, but that doesn't change the fact that it sucks to be running at full-speed every minute of the day. I'm hitting the homestretch, though-- threemonthsandfifteendays threemonthsandfifteendays threemonthsandfifteendays!

Fact #3 Student loan payments are a real life-ruiner. This is the first official month of my repayment period, and it won't be over until Landon is twenty-one. TWENTY-ONE! Good thing I stole Doritos and toilet paper from a frat one time. Really got my money's worth.

Fact #4 Just kidding. If I hadn't taken two years to stumble through Penn State, and then another two to "find myself" at community college, I never would have ended up where I am today-- in more ways than one. Moral of the story? There's value in the journey (even if it's an expensive journey, with a variable interest rate). 

Fact #5 I'm really excited to explore these cool sites with my second graders in the coming weeks! I'm hoping to make my guided reading groups more tech-savvy, as an alternative to traditional classwork. I'll keep you posted on how it goes! I'm fortunate to have an awesome bunch of little people to experiment on :)

Fact #6 Little dude real-crawled for the first time this week! Up on his knees and everything. His motivation? Electrical cords. He has a basket full of toys, but it's the life-endangering things that grab his attention, naturally. So proud of him! I can hardly believe that he's going to be eight months old this week. 

Fact #7 I haven't posted real writing in a while, and I really really want to. If someone could find those extra five hours I mentioned earlier, maybe I can make that happen.

Happy weekend!