Ugh. I've got that thick, ugly feeling in my sinuses that prophesises two or three days of sniffly anguish. Well, more angst than anguish, really. Still, there's a lot of Kleenex involved, no matter which ang- word you use.
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Today was a pretty good day as these things go. I spent most of it working on the projects due at the end of the week: a sexuality education five lesson unit and a 23-day lesson plan for English Language Arts. I have written a grand total of 12 ELA lessons so far (and 9 of those are from last semester, so they don't really count) It's the ELA one that's giving me the most anguish/angst: technically all of my papers for school can be hypothetical unless otherwise instructed, but in this case I'm more-or-less bound over to create actual ELA lessons for my upcoming practicum. Today I wrote a 3-part lesson on Narrative Poetry that rocks the house. I mean, by the end of those three lessons, those poor kids will know the shit out of the narrative poetry concept. I was pleased - but still I wonder if it will actually fit into the upcoming practicum.
For you see, SuperTeacher gave me a list of concepts that Must Be Covered during my poetry unit, and I worry that my fantabulous 3-parter will be a sign of things to come. If I need 3 lessons to teach ever concept, I'll be there until June...and I just might flunk anyway. This is a stressful premonition. And of course, the whole topic of writing lessons that will fit into Operation: Need to Fucking Pass is one of much stress. Just thinking about it puts that familiar knot between my shoulder blades.
Oh well. The nice thing about my sex project is that I get to troll around the WHO web page - and the news of 5 new epidemics sweeping through poorer parts of the globe does much to restore my over-burdened sense of perspective.
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Nine weeks until graduation, from which many good things will flow. I have faith, you know.
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3 years ago today: vibrators in history
