Epic Tale of My Cohort Experience: Week 14

Monday:  11/25/13
I only have 2 days of classes this week. It seems rather pointless, except I have an essay due tomorrow. The professor for my first class had promised to have our take home final ready before Thanksgiving. He does not even mention it in class today.  In fact, we really do nothing in this class.  I have a feeling the final is going to be intense, which frustrates me because we haven’t done a single thing worthwhile in this class all year.  We could have been working on the final all semester instead of just showing up and listening to stories – stories that are very narcissistic and only remind me of how vain this professor really is.

The dreaded class is really uneventful.  We talk about inferences and he was in a non-hostile mood today.

Tuesday:  11/26/13
I hand in my essay in the first class and begin freaking out about the next major project I have due next Tuesday.  I realize I am really not going to enjoy my Thanksgiving break with all this work hanging over my head.

My next class is annoying.  The final has like 18 parts to it and it is all so frustrating.

I receive an email from one of my Monday professors, who’s class should be a seminar, about our take-home final.  Here is a portion:
Attached is your Take Home Final Exam.   Try not to pay any attention to it while you are with your families and friends.   We will review the questions during one class period to make sure that you understand them. 

Yep, this confirms what I knew all along.  My Thanksgiving is ruined this year.


Projects, Papers, and Portfolios

I am so thankful I only have 2 more weeks to live through this semester, plus 2 days of finals, BUT my oh my….I have so much to do.  I have been working on and then putting off and then working on and then putting off this certain paper for a few weeks.  It is due Tuesday.  I will get it done, but it is so hard to sit down at my computer and just write when I am not feeling it.  I waste time on social media.  I look up classes to see if anyone has dropped the 2 I am hoping to pick up and then now – now I am writing this blog trying to get in writing mode so I can finish this paper once and for all. Following its completion I have:

1. A DRA
2. Multi-genre project
3. A common core test to write along with a million other components like blueprints and other things – some I haven’t even heard of!
4. A take home final
5. A portfolio
6. A take-home essay for a final along with studying to write 3 random essays in class during the in class final
7.  Re-write the common core test so it could be taken in the spring, plus create all those other things, like the things I don’t even know about yet for this test too.

I think I can.  I think I can.  I think I can.  I know I can.  I know I can.  I know I can.  Somehow I always do.

Epic Tale of Cohort Experience: Week 13

Monday: 11/18/13
Back to the grind.  My field experience was blah so heading back to class this time isn’t so bad.  Plus my mind is consumed with thoughts that after I live through this week I will only have 2 more weeks of regular classes – one of which is Thanksgiving – so I only have 2 days of classes that week.  I can manage this.

Waking up today at 7:20 was nothing compared to waking up at 5:30 like I did for the last two weeks. At 7:30 AM registration opens up again and I am anxious to sign in and try to get the one open spot in an online English class that I have been watching.  The spot has been open for about a week.  I log in and attempt to add it.  I am denied.  A campus restriction pops up.  I try to register for another class at a regional campus and I am able to do so.  I am not sure why I could register for one and not the other.  I email my advisor and ask what to do, knowing that every second I waste the spot may not exist.  Oh -well.  It will work out.  It always does.  I am just thankful to be sitting at my desk on Monday morning drinking my large cup of coffee and eating breakfast – sure beats eating and drinking on the way to my field experience like I have done for the last two weeks.

I receive some good and bad news in my first class.  The good news is our professor is canceling our project.  The bad news is one of the students in my cohort left to go home for a medical reason.  Our professor was pretty broken up about it.  Apparently he had something to do with making this happen. I will leave my speculation to myself, but I will say I am disappointed with myself for not acting upon or at least investigating some of the things I saw.  Shame on me.

After class I check my email and my advisor responded.  I was told to go to a certain building and they could basically “flip a switch” allowing me to register for the class.  While in line, I pull up the class and of course there is no longer an available spot.  The lady is nice and helpful and they have no idea why I was unable to register for this class.  They suggest I email the professor and ask to be added before going through the formal process.  I think this is a great idea except the professor is the same professor who I dropped a course from during the second week of this semester.  She was very nice about it and had told me she hoped to see me again. Hopefully she meant that.  I will email her later.

Next, I go to the dreaded class.  I turn in my much anguished upon essay.  After we hand them in, the professor goes over what should have been in them.  I feel slightly dizzy and realize at this point I did the best with what I had.  I didn’t observe much student learning so it was difficult to write a paper about it.  It is what it is.  Only 7 more times to see this man in my life.

Tuesday: 11/19/13
I can’t stop freaking out about my schedule for next semester.  It is so frustrating to not be able to take the classes I want to take.

My first class today did not have an assignment due.  I get one more week to write a paper and another week to complete a project.  I am thankful.  This class is pretty uneventful.  I did find out from another student that the dreaded professor is retiring at the end of this semester.  I am in disbelief.  I jumped so many hurdles to get into my cohort this semester.  At times it seemed I was going to have to wait until next fall.  I pushed and I pushed and I pushed.  Maybe God was trying to spare me.  Either way, I will be glad when I can put all of this behind me.  I have never in my life met someone I did not like or could not find a way to like, so this is something I needed to learn to overcome…I guess.

My second class I receive my grade for my midterm exam. Before class my professor comes to my table and asks me to follow him to the front of the room.  He says softly, “I was going to email you, but I didn’t.  I wanted to let you know you did a great job on the midterm.  I could tell you studied and it is a delight to have you in class.”  On my midterm he wrote, “Becky it was a pleasure to grade your test.” What a relief!  I thought I knew all the answers, but you never know how a teacher will grade.

Wednesday: 11/20/13
After driving to class today I only have 11 more days to drive to class!
First class is uneventful.
Second class is the dreaded class.  After today 6 more times to see this man.
We have a moment of agreement today over symbolism.  It is odd that we agree.  I am not sure how I feel about this.

Thursday: 11/21/13
I arrive early to class today so I can hand in my Student Teaching Application.  I emailed the teacher from my first field experience and asked her to email the student teaching office if she was able to mentor me during this time.  She was happy to do this.  The thought of this keeps me going.  I can’t wait to student teach with her.

Friday: 11/22/13
Only 2 more weeks this semester – plus two days of exams & only 5 more dreaded classes.

We got our field essays back today.  I only missed one point.  To me this is as good as saying I got a 100%.  I worked so hard on this essay.  I am glad he recognized this.  What if I end up liking him? This would be quite the plot twist.

Epic Tale of my Cohort Experience: Week 12

Monday: 11/11/13

Veteran’s day.  The school where I am doing field has class today.  My kids have school too, but Brian is off, go figure.  We plan to have lunch.  I am feeling Blah

Tuesday:  11/12/13

Blah.  It is cold and it snowed.  Do I need to say anything more?  You know how you study literature and instructors have you try to interpret the piece based upon the author’s personal life? I don’t mean to be vague right now to be annoying, but one day the blahness of last Friday and this week will make sense. Blah.

Wednesday: 11/13/13

We are going to teach today.

It goes well. Teaching is very natural.  I know I have chosen the right profession.

Thursday:  11/14/13

I only have one more day to wake up at 5:30AM.  I am glad.

Friday:  11/15/13

Last day of field, next week I return to class.  I need to finish up some of my work and begin other projects.

THREE MORE WEEKS LEFT – I am so ready for this semester to be over!

Student Perks

This week I am doing field experience so I don’t have to go to my classes.  As much as I like this set-up I’m not going to lie – it is brutal waking up at 5:30 AM, especially when it is cold outside and frankly I am looking forward wearing yoga pants on a daily basis once again – being a student has its perks for sure. Maybe if it weren’t so darn cold things wouldn’t be so bad.

Epic Tale of My Cohort Experience: Week 11

Monday: 11/4/13- Friday: 11/8/13

Eh. That’s about how I feel.  I am glad to be away from my classes, but I’m not digging my new field assignment.  Oh-well.  Another week down.  Only 4 more to go!!!!!  I. Cannot. Wait.

The bright spot in my week was my field partner telling me we actually only have 8 dreaded classes left not 12 like I thought.  Awesome 🙂

Epic Tale of My Cohort Experience: Week 10

Monday: 10/28/13
I decide to start counting down how many dreaded classes I have left.  After today I have 12.

Tuesday: 10/29/13

Wednesday: 10/30/13
Blah.  I get to register for my spring classes tomorrow at 7:20 AM.  I can’t wait.  13 more to go and after I register tomorrow it will be even less!  I also have a HUGE midterm tomorrow.  Ugh!  Kiley thinks this is ridiculous that a teacher would have a test on Halloween.  She says, “What is wrong with people?”

Thursday: 10/31/13
I wake up early to register.  I grow frustrated because I am unable to register for two of the classes I had really hoped to take.  I resolve to keep checking for drops.

My first class goes well.  It always does.

My midterm…well my professor hands us 5 blank sheets of paper stapled together along with questions. They are all short answer, plus we have an essay.  This is horrible.  I know all the answers, but maybe one or two, but ALL short answer?  Really?  This is ruthless.  My hand hurts and I am relieved after writing for 1 1/2 hours I am finished.  I don’t even double check my answers.  I am spent.

Friday: 11/1/13
I have to attend a seminar this Friday morning.  It is about resumes and interviews and blah, blah, blah. I am sure the info is helpful, but I have a hard time tuning in.  I am not worried about finding a job.  I will find one and if I don’t it is not the end of the world.  Plus I have a really hard time with resume advice.  I feel a lot of the things I hear from “experts” essentially are telling you to lie on your resume. For example, attending an hour long seminar on how to write grants does not mean I am now an expert at grant writing therefore I should boast about this on my resume.

My dreaded class isn’t so bad.  All we do is discuss our field assignment. Whatev…only 10 more dreaded classes and I will be free.

Next week is field.  I. CAN’T. WAIT.