<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056</id><updated>2012-02-04T12:02:33.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World.    Pts. 1, 2, and beyond.</title><subtitle type='html'>Full-time teacher. Literature lover. Runner at heart. Just trying to make a difference.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-9111464866135601749</id><published>2011-01-20T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:27:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>It has been a while... a few months. Here it goes, hello blogging world, again. I know that I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ignoring&lt;/span&gt; you for quite sometime because of the whole second, first year teaching experience; however, there really is no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Creative Writing students asked where and when I create my writing, I was thinking &lt;em&gt;that really doesn't happen that often minus the writing lesson plans, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PowerPoint&lt;/span&gt; presentations, and feedback on papers. I don't have time to write!!&lt;/em&gt; As my brain was thinking that, my mouth said, "I have this fabulous blog that I write. Friends and family members are able to access and hear personal thoughts, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tid-&lt;/span&gt; bits, updates, and stories. Blogging on the internet, it is a great way to start "publishing" pieces." Wow, talk about stretching the truth by a million. I definitely have not been writing "personal thoughts, tid-bits, updates, and stories" on my blog that is "fabulous." It is a little less of that and more of an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like lying, and I especially don't like the fact I stretched the truth so much with my students. Maybe that is because I am wondering &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I don't write anymore. It is quite unnerving and just plain crazy. As my Creative Writing class is coming to a close for the semester, I don't want to continue lying to my students to create a bad influence. I want to leave them with a positive reinforcement that work can be read by other people, even if it is just by a few. So blogging world, I am back. I am going to live up to my word with my Creative Writing students and start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, again. I am back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-9111464866135601749?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/9111464866135601749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=9111464866135601749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9111464866135601749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9111464866135601749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3166019703927542802</id><published>2010-08-15T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:23:37.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and Weddings</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since my last posting, so I figured I would try to make it up by writing two posts. The summer is coming to an end, but I had a fantastic summer.  As most of you know I was in a wedding as a bridesmaid and the week after I went to a wedding in Spokane. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first wedding I was down in Portland/ Vancouver for about a week. I went early to help calm the bride because everybody was coming in from out of town, and when I say everybody, I mean everybody. The only people that were in Portland/ Vancouver was Meggan's immediate family: mom, dad, and sister. So everybody, including the groom's family was flying in. Anyway, during the first couple days I helped her move into the new apartment, picked family up from the airport, ran errands for the wedding, helped organize a bbq, went hiking with her cousin, and so much more. It was quite the adventure within the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the bridal party starting arriving and the family even more chaos started, in a good way. The parents finally met one another and then the bridal party went bowling the first night everybody was in town. The next day was the tux fittings (all groomsman are from out of state), rehersal, rehersal dinner, bachelor party, and bachlelorette party part II. Finally Saturday was a fun, non-stress day because we went to the beach! It was a great way to unwind for all parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a perfect day for an outdoor wedding. It was a gorgeous, clear day that was in about the 90's, but once 6 o'clock hit, the temperature started going down a bit so we weren't sweating. It was a small wedding with about 125 (max) people. The ceremony itself was about 15 minutes, and it was a perfect way to celebrate Meggan and Brandon's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505788627254797922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh9lefoZmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/NmqIMTKHnF4/s200/Meggan+and+Brandon+Evan%27s+Wedding+074.JPG" /&gt;There is Meggan and I on the intertube. Luckily, no bottoms fell off and I was able to stay on as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505789522095680930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh-ZkCUraI/AAAAAAAAA9U/poetOjdzWaA/s200/Rehersal+2.jpg" /&gt;The rehersal. We were all extremely hot that day. I think we were all trying not to pass out at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505788630835643794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh9lr1XxZI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JxJrq8O2Gs8/s200/Rehersal.jpg" /&gt;That would be the entire bridal party. Yes, it was a large group of us. 7 groomsman and 7 bridesmaids. WOW!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505789530081230386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh-aByOfjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/aw2O678H0GI/s200/Meggan+and+Brandon+Evan%27s+Wedding+133.JPG" /&gt;This is one of the bouquet of flowers, and the colors of the wedding. At first when Meggan told me about all of the colors in the wedding, I wasn't sure how it would look. In the end, it was gorgeous!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505788613333070146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh9kqobsUI/AAAAAAAAA88/qCCFCoOgV94/s200/Bridesmaids+2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Bridesmaids are ready to go! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505791112052442866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh_2HFjhvI/AAAAAAAAA98/NdPJQr7p_O4/s200/Meggan+and+Brandon+Evan%27s+Wedding+147.JPG" /&gt;I didn't get many pictures of Meggan after she put on her wedding dress because it was pure chaos after that, but just believe me when I say she was breathtaking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505791107442491986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh_116dQlI/AAAAAAAAA90/7mkzjZuNYzQ/s200/Brandon+and+I.jpg" /&gt;Brandon and I at the reception!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next weekend I went to a wedding in Spokane. I wasn't planning on going because, well, it was quite far, but I am glad I was able to make the wedding. At the wedding, I also knew the bride and groom from college. In college, I worked with Renae at the coffeeshop and I know Pat from all of the education classes we took together (basically we went through the program together). Needless to say I know both well. It was a wonderful day for a wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The ceremony was nice. It was a full Lutheran service, with communion and all. The couple looked so happy and, of course, in love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505789545695526690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh-a789vyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/yy4k76Wirqg/s200/Pat+and+Renae%27s+Wedding+011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During the service, both Pat and Renae. You know it will be a long service with the bride and groom sit down in the pews. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505789552284737442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh-bUf9H6I/AAAAAAAAA9s/hAyKUnr4KWo/s200/Pat+and+Renae%27s+Wedding+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service, right before jumping into the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3166019703927542802?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3166019703927542802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3166019703927542802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3166019703927542802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3166019703927542802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-and-weddings.html' title='Summer and Weddings'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TGh9lefoZmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/NmqIMTKHnF4/s72-c/Meggan+and+Brandon+Evan%27s+Wedding+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3376457032165910133</id><published>2010-07-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:00:57.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post :)</title><content type='html'>I will definitely write an entire blog dedicated to the weddings I have been attending-- with pictures! However, I am just writing a tiny little blurb about the book I am reading: &lt;em&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt; about the book before I started reading it. As I have started the book, and by all means I am not too far, I am pleasantly surprised. It is an honest account of a woman after a divorce, and about her journey in three different cultures: Italy, Bali, and India. Anyway, it is definitely an enjoyable and entertaining read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3376457032165910133?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3376457032165910133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3376457032165910133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3376457032165910133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3376457032165910133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-post.html' title='Just a post :)'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-9198865275253174941</id><published>2010-07-11T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:04:37.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Blast 2010</title><content type='html'>Another race down in the books. July 4 the YMCA and the local Foursquare Church organized it's second annual City Blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning City Blast is kicked off with the 10k run, and then eventually the 5k run is mixed in with the 10k. After the runs there is an award ceremony for the top in each category (I did not receive such award). Around 11 there is church service led by Foursquare. Throughout the rest of the day there is a 3 on 3 basketball tournament while various other kid activities. Then when the sun starts to set, there is a concert that eventually turns into a fireworks show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a gorgeous run. As I woke up in the morning to check the weather it was cloudy; it looked as if it was going to rain. I decided to wear a long shirt because of that (bad idea). Just for the duration of the race it was clear and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run started at the fairgrounds and made a 3.1 mile loop that took you through the fairgrounds. There was only one big hill which definitely hit me hard. Why? Well, I had been sick the last week of school that took me into the mission trip. Therefore, I honestly had not run more than 3 miles in about 3 weeks. So that hill was a killer since I had to run it twice. Although it wasn't my best race by far, it was still a wonderful way to start off the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492691822849501794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TDn2HIGjKmI/AAAAAAAAA6k/HufeQEVRJA0/s200/City_Blast_2010_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is Season, me, and Chris. Chris is actually a mom of one of my close friends that I have known since seventh grade. Megan is on the east coast in North Carolina, but now her mom and I run. That was pre-race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TDn2HRIfu7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/xQzXzvoZqjk/s1600/City_Blast_2010_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492691825273584562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TDn2HRIfu7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/xQzXzvoZqjk/s200/City_Blast_2010_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post-race. All of us again happy that we made it. It was Season's first 10k, and first time she had ever run 6.2 miles without taking a break-- very exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the credit for the pictures go to Chris' boyfriend because mom and dad were late. As I was running the last 400 or so I slowed down to look for the parents; however, they were not present. Yes folks, the parents were late. They did arrive eventually, but no pictures. Chris is sending the pictures of me actually running, but those will not be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up? I am headed to Portland/Vancouver on Tuesday for a week filled of wedding for Meggan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-9198865275253174941?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/9198865275253174941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=9198865275253174941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9198865275253174941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9198865275253174941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-blast-2010.html' title='City Blast 2010'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TDn2HIGjKmI/AAAAAAAAA6k/HufeQEVRJA0/s72-c/City_Blast_2010_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7503026681157418326</id><published>2010-07-01T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:34:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 10:38</title><content type='html'>I am back! Back from chaperoning a mission trip of 10 teenagers (8 girls and 2 boys) to Heart Butte, Montana which is the Blackfeet Reservation. It was a week full of serving and growing in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived in Montana it was nice to know that everything was planned for us; all we had to do was show up! The church went through a program called Youth Works, so there is already a staff who designs and runs the program throughout the summer. Another addition was that not only was our Lutheran church attending, but two other churches from Minnesota were attending as well; one Non-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;denominational&lt;/span&gt; and a Catholic church. By far, we were the smallest group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the staff split up the churches, and even I was with a different chaperone. In my group the first day we helped this elderly man with his house. You have to realize that this house was holding not only him, but the rest of his family: two sons and grandkids. When we arrived we weren't too sure what to do because he didn't know what he wanted us to do. There were piles of wood, cars, refridgerators, tires, clothes, toys... if you can imagine an item, it was out in the yard. So we just started cleaning. We ended up with 18 full-size garbage bags out of the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day we painted the living room and hallway for this couple. The most interesting part was actually talking to the couple about their beliefs, traditions, and having them ask questions about Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days we were there we helped with a Vacation Bible School. Talk about chaos, but these children just wanted the attention and love. It was three hours to prep for Vacation Bible School and then three hours of it occuring. At the end of each day these kiddos needed to be walked home. The walk home was always interesting for me for two reasons (1) Being a chaperone I had to make sure the teenagers were attending to the little kids (2) I had to make sure the little kids were not doing things they weren't supposed to be doing. More times than not the little kids wanted piggy back rides, so it was easy to make sure the kids were running in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between this serventhood was time to grow in your faith. They had designated times for kids to talk with their church groups, devotional times, and a service each day. It was great seeing the kids grow in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title of this blog Matthew 10:38 was the theme of the trip for the church: and anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Take it as you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489115717443406562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BqZU6SuI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mc4c0cTD67c/s200/Mission+Trip+2010+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big skies of Montana. Believe me when I say that was not a fun leg of the trip. I was definitely gripping the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BoiB7xiI/AAAAAAAAA6U/yGoc6JFy9-g/s1600/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489115685419992610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BoiB7xiI/AAAAAAAAA6U/yGoc6JFy9-g/s200/George.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a small Nissan Altima car, so I had only three other people in my car. The three girls decided to call the car White Ninja (starting left on top: me, Jamie, Stephanie, and Rachel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BnjpN3rI/AAAAAAAAA6M/fdZO6NJZF0g/s1600/Group+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489115668673322674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BnjpN3rI/AAAAAAAAA6M/fdZO6NJZF0g/s200/Group+Shot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is most of the group (from what I can tell) and a couple additions. The kids were able to sit on the ground a lot- lucky them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BnKUHGII/AAAAAAAAA6E/ur_RgN306_0/s1600/Heart+Butte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489115661873911938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BnKUHGII/AAAAAAAAA6E/ur_RgN306_0/s200/Heart+Butte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is part of Heart Butte on a sunny day. It took a couple days for it to get sunny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489115644659679730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BmKL6wfI/AAAAAAAAA58/n8eBGjF4_94/s200/Heart+Butte+2.jpg" /&gt;Another part of the reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7503026681157418326?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7503026681157418326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7503026681157418326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7503026681157418326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7503026681157418326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/07/matthew-1038.html' title='Matthew 10:38'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TC1BqZU6SuI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mc4c0cTD67c/s72-c/Mission+Trip+2010+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8274759592394088085</id><published>2010-06-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:13:16.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom had a request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... and the request was a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to write a blog, but I didn't know what I should focus on or what to say. It has been so long since the last post I was wanting to cover&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; since that point, but I realized that it wasn't going to happen. Each blog I was writing was horrible so in the end I just deleted the sucker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In essence, this post is going to be covering updates and just pieces of information; not anything in-depth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. About a month ago I had an interview with Franklin Pierce High School, and I thought the interview was horrible. If I was on the other side of the table I would not have hired me. The next day I received a phone call from the vice-principal asking if they (I was unaware of whom 'they' were) could come observe me teach. My mind: WHAT?! EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! The vice-principal and principal came to observe my fifth period senior class. Didn't know how it went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. That night I was driving down to Vancouver/ Portland for Meggan's bachelorette party and bridal shower. On the way down because I had been so stressed with the week I started crying. The next morning the vice-principal called me to offer me a job. YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. First graduation! It was extra special for a couple reasons... of course I graduated from that high school, but I was able to sit with one of my best friend's little brother during graduation. I have known the family for about nine years. Being able to give Chase a hug right after he grabbed his diploma was pretty awesome. So if you look at the picture below I am on the left side, in the black. If you count from the top of the picture I am the fourth down, not in the long blonde hair, but in between the two with the blonde hair. Basically, good luck finding me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483940511670799234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TBre1xeDC4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/3vN_HBcluFo/s200/29235_1479330228204_1382244248_31318311_2691403_n.jpg" /&gt; 4. Getting over, well, whatever 'this' is. I am pretty sure it is a virus. On the day of graduation practice I only had to teach second period (the beauty of teaching seniors, they are gone a week before the last day of school). So I left because my advisory was with another teacher that day. Once I arrived at the doctor my phone started vibrating, so I picked it up. One of my friends, also a teacher at ER, told me one of the VPs and my advisory was looking for me. So I head back to school, without seeing the doctor, and I walked into advisory. My wonderful advisory decided to throw me a surprise goodbye party! Ooops, apparently I didn't get the memo. These motivated students had been planning it for THREE WEEKS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The day of graduation, June 12, I was supposed to run the Sound to Narrows (12 k) in the morning, however, I was way too sick. I was crushed because I was looking forward to the run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Finishing up my first year of teaching! I cannot believe it is over. Through the blood, sweat, and tears there was more joy and laughter through this year. If I survived year one, I can surivive any year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't realize how much of an impact I had on students until the last couple days, especially graduation. There are truly no words to describe the look in their eyes as they were giving me a hug and a kind word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my juniors gave me this letter on the last day of school:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Miss. Curtiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has really changed me as a person for the better. You know that when we were doing the section in class about the concentration camps and about the war that it was really important to me and really affected my life. You are the only person that has a copy of that song I wrote. You are such an amazing teacher and I'm really grateful that Mrs. Blackburn or whatever her name is never came back because I would have missed out on the chance for you to be my teacher. Although our class is... different, having you as a teacher has really made english enjoyable. I hope you will remember me as your favorite student. The one who instead of making a pamphlet, rapped in front of the entire class. The one who cried every time there was anything about war. The one who over accessively uses semi-conols now that she knows what they are; like this. The really annoying girl who sits in the front who always tries to take your chair as a foot rest, but you don't let me. But I've really appreciative of everything and I know this isn't one whole paragraph because it's like 20 sentences, but you're an amazing English teacher so you can figure it out. I hope to see you again, and I am really going to miss you. Don't forget me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an impact. Definitely didn't realize this throughout the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Getting ready to leave for a mission trip. Actually I am chaperoning, but still having to get ready. Leaving Saturday for the Blackfeet Reservation in Montana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think that is all of it, or at least most of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8274759592394088085?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8274759592394088085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8274759592394088085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8274759592394088085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8274759592394088085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/06/mom-had-request.html' title='Mom had a request...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/TBre1xeDC4I/AAAAAAAAA3U/3vN_HBcluFo/s72-c/29235_1479330228204_1382244248_31318311_2691403_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8893852365609307841</id><published>2010-05-23T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:52:14.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted a Job</title><content type='html'>I was offered a job at Franklin Pierce... and I accepted it! I have a teaching job for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8893852365609307841?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8893852365609307841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8893852365609307841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8893852365609307841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8893852365609307841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/05/accepted-job.html' title='Accepted a Job'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-671397294172462759</id><published>2010-05-16T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:04:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the Bridge</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to Seattle to run Beat the Bridge down at Husky Stadium (I was sporting my Coug hat). It was a fun run because of the energy from everybody-- there were a ton of people who ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started outside of Husky Stadium and we ran south around Montlake. While running through the neighborhoods there were people on their lawns cheering us on, and even a band playing! For all that were wondering, I was able to 'beat the bridge'. At first I was a little concerned, but no problem-- I arrived to the bridge quite quickly. I had the theme of Rocky going through my head :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-671397294172462759?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/671397294172462759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=671397294172462759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/671397294172462759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/671397294172462759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/05/beat-bridge.html' title='Beat the Bridge'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-894433169894743624</id><published>2010-05-14T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:42:42.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This How We Do It</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you have three excited English teachers going to a book signing?! AWESOMENESS! Thursday evening three of us went to Charlaine Harris book signing in Seattle. We were in heaven! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471332639638929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S-4UDCGtvpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GIwEgOEZRXY/s200/DSC01825.JPG" /&gt;That is me, Charlaine, Molly (back), and Katie. We didn't know what to say to her. I started with hi. Katie went onto saying we are all English teachers. Molly ending with, we love your books and we talk about you at lunch everyday! Yes, that is how we do it. That is how we roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471332629378722386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S-4UCb4falI/AAAAAAAAA1c/UmNtvRAqZDY/s200/DSC01816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside waiting before going in. We have our books! Charlaine was willing to sign two books per person-- it is like striking gold! Yes, I told my students about it today. They weren't as thrilled as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-894433169894743624?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/894433169894743624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=894433169894743624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/894433169894743624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/894433169894743624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-how-we-do-it.html' title='This How We Do It'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S-4UDCGtvpI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GIwEgOEZRXY/s72-c/DSC01825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1898516338419811783</id><published>2010-04-19T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:41:25.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Altering Decision(s)</title><content type='html'>Reality hit today. It hit hard. I knew this was coming, but I didn't realize how quickly the end of the year was approaching: 39 day school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days left of my first year of teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days to make an impact on lives of these students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days to create a tiny spark of love for literature and the subject of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days left of working with amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; that I have been so fortunate to work with my first year of teaching-- no words can express how lucky and blessed I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days of fun in the lounge during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days to figure out my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Although this door in this district and this job has shut another door will opening soon. Right now, as I sit and write this, I don't feel too encouraged about the job situation in Washington, but I have seen districts out of state are hiring. Believe me when I say that I am looking, and me moving could possibly be a reality. I don't feel as if I have a future if I stay here, probably because they have laid me off. However, I just feel like I am in a rut without many choices, and it is truly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done everything right, it seems. Graduated high school. Got scholarships. Was active and busy during college. Graduated with college with, basically, two degrees. Worked hard at my "internship" aka student teaching. Persistent to find a job this fall. Applied 20 various places without even a phone call for an interview. Last day before school starting got a call. Worked hard "long-term subbing" to get a job. They want to hire me back, but can't. Something seems extremely wrong with this picture. And next year, the rumors have been said that cuts will be more in Washington-- that this year will be nothing compared to next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take a risk? It doesn't seem like a "me" type of thing. I would step out of my comfort zone, for sure. I think it could be a great opportunity to challenge myself in many aspects of my life. I have always wanted to move...move out of state for whatever reason. As my seniors are ending their year they are reading &lt;em&gt;A Lesson Before Dying&lt;/em&gt;. This book is about a man on death row, and what it means to die with dignity. I am going to have my students compare the theme of &lt;em&gt;A Lesson Before Dying&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;The Buried Life&lt;/em&gt; by Matthew Arnold (poem) which talks about uncovering life. If you have ever watched MTV there has been a spin off of this title where four boys made a bucket list (so to speak) and are finishing the 100 things they want to do before they die. For every item they accomplish on their list they help someone else accomplish their goal or want. Well I am going to have my seniors make a list and explain the most important ones they want to do, and a plan for getting there (there is a huge lesson, I don't know I can explain in a couple sentences).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am going with this... I don't want to regret not challenging or not doing something I have always wanted to do. It could be an ultimate success or failure, but I know God will be there to help pick me up if it flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every morning is a fresh beginning. Everyday is the world made new. Today is a new day. Today is my world made new. I have lived all my life up to this moment to this day. This moment-- this day-- is as good as any moment in all eternity. I shall make of this day- each moment of this day a new heaven on earth. This is my day of opportunity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days to figure out my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1898516338419811783?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1898516338419811783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1898516338419811783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1898516338419811783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1898516338419811783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-altering-decisions.html' title='Life Altering Decision(s)'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7258708532759107071</id><published>2010-04-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:12:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent, and Not so Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>Long time since the last post (not a good sign). A lot, and not so much, has been going on. Here is a small recap of recent happenings... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461632182597008386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S8udiHmJPAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/laIJXTlAoWw/s200/007.JPG" /&gt; Meggan (middle) and I went to go visit Erica (left) and Stefanie (right) in Spokane during Spring Break. It was only for a couple days, but the last time we had seen them was about a year ago. The reason is because we are all trying to find jobs and work (always a good thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461632192137526498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S8udirIx_OI/AAAAAAAAA0g/flVzIZ3br0Y/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did quite a bit during the trip. The pictures are from the hike. It was a colder day, but it was still fun! The picture right above was when we were contemplating whether to attempt to go down that huge hill or not. We did. Luckily nobody got hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461632200067037122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S8udjIrUt8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/yMpy24g_n88/s200/033.JPG" /&gt;About a month ago, maybe a little over a month ago, I ran the Foothills Dash 10k run. Little did I know I would be getting a ribbon in the mail! This past week I came home from a long day and found that ribbon in an envelope. Who knew they gave out second place ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461632193935271858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S8udix1ZZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/yK8fFWz_Gt4/s200/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, I went to a Mariners game with a friend. We bought the cheap tickets in the bleacher section, but still good seats. It was raining so the roof was not open, but it was still fun and entertaining. We had some over zealous drunk Detroit fans behind us and Detriot fans infront of us. Always interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7258708532759107071?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7258708532759107071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7258708532759107071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7258708532759107071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7258708532759107071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-and-not-so-recent-happenings.html' title='Recent, and Not so Recent Happenings'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S8udiHmJPAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/laIJXTlAoWw/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7789422449405212249</id><published>2010-04-10T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:27:44.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>I realized I haven't posted anything for awhile. Normally during the day I am writing things such as letters of recommendation or lesson plans, talking about writing so I am usually out of creative things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was back to the grind; back from Spring Break. It was bittersweet as I pulled into the parking lot because I knew I only have about 10 weeks left of teaching. Over the course of the week it was interesting as I was talking to my classes because conversations about graduation (for the seniors) and next year (for the juniors) continually sprung up during conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the seniors have been mentally checking out. I remember being checked out for a long period of time, so now I am in the position of trying to motivate them to stay in the academic game until graduation. One of the biggest factors of them being checked out was due to the fact that their portfolios were due on Tuesday. After that day, they were long gone. As the seniors were trying to convince me to do nothing in-class on Tuesday, I explained that their requirements and expectations of the portfolio weren't that crazy. When I was going through the Culminating Project there were many more requirements and expectations, so I brought in my portfolio for them to look at. Needless to say, it still didn't help their complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the seniors are starting to mentally check-out, the juniors have questions about next year, and they mostly are including: can we request you for next year. The answer is no. I have had the conversation with all of my junior classes about not being offered a contract for next year. All of the classes have been very supportive by either wanting to write letters (using persuasive techniques I have taught them), talking to the principal, protesting, etc... All very sweet, but I had to explain how the system works with seniority-- they all dislike the system. At first with my juniors it was a struggle with them because I didn't know if I was going to be there all year, so having them take me seriously was difficult. In the end, however, I am truly going to miss them all. They all have grown on me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody is talking about summer and waiting for summer to arrive with anticipation, I too am excited, but at the same time if I could hold onto the next 10 weeks or so, I would. Although the first year of teaching has been difficult, with many ups and downs, I love what I do-- I don't want it to end. There is another opportunity for me out there, and I am not sure where, but it is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7789422449405212249?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7789422449405212249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7789422449405212249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7789422449405212249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7789422449405212249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/04/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8670351162523134038</id><published>2010-03-24T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:20:32.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Place</title><content type='html'>... for my age group from the race. I guess I will take it. Could have been first for my age group, but oh well. 2nd is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8670351162523134038?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8670351162523134038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8670351162523134038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8670351162523134038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8670351162523134038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-place.html' title='2nd Place'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-829449675692027278</id><published>2010-03-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:35:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foothills Dash 2010</title><content type='html'>Another 10k down in the books. It was quite chilly Saturday morning as I headed down for The Foothills Dash, but ready to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful run on a trail which ran by a creek/river (it did smell like duck poo poo). I was running a pretty quick pace, and was towards the front, but at mile 3 or 4 a sideache decided to join me for the run. I tried running it off for about a quarter mile; definitely did not work. I had to stop and walk for about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frustrated towards the end because of that sideache, but at the end mom and dad were at the finish line cheering me on. I still ran 6.1 miles in 54 minutes-- not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451170782330035010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S6Zy8erFG0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oyVfACO3vtI/s200/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-829449675692027278?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/829449675692027278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=829449675692027278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/829449675692027278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/829449675692027278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/03/foothills-dash-2010.html' title='The Foothills Dash 2010'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S6Zy8erFG0I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oyVfACO3vtI/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5093775759443442384</id><published>2010-03-14T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:56:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>86.7 and still going...</title><content type='html'>... that would be correct. As I finished a run this afternoon I checked my mile counter to see how far I have run so far this year. So to finish that sentence above, I have ran 86.7 miles so far this year and still going! Unfortunately, I don't count every run I go on because I forget my watch from time to time, so I guess I have ran more. But I am proud of myself so far after only counting three months of running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5093775759443442384?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5093775759443442384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5093775759443442384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5093775759443442384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5093775759443442384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/03/867-and-still-going.html' title='86.7 and still going...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2196258176786199003</id><published>2010-02-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:44:11.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealistic Starting to get Crushed</title><content type='html'>Every teacher is the same, or so I have heard by starting out with the idealistic attitude in that you will be changing student lives right and left, creating a huge impact, that all students will love you class/subject because you are so passionate about it, and they will do their work/homework. I like being a realist in turn as well, so I never thought that was actually going to happen, but I figured that students (or most) would do their homework and stay on track. This week proved me completely wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juniors have been working on a Junior Research Paper. This paper is a requirement for each student to pass before graduation, and they must pass Junior English. Luckily for the students, they can double dip (or so to speak) in my class. Major points for first quarter are the Junior Research Paper points. As I guide the students through this paper, they receive points at the check-offs. So the check-off points are: picking a topic, source pages (must have minimum of 5), graphic organizer (so basically outline to the outline) with thesis, finalized outline, formatted introduction with thesis, 2 pages typed, formatted with at least 2 citations of text, and then rough draft. By the time the rough draft rolls around on Wednesday the only thing I should have to correct or their peers is the last couple pages of text and the works cited page. The rest of the paper should be close to final. Last year when I was student teaching this paper was chaos, but this year it is going better. I can see a vast difference in student learning and how I am presenting/teaching the information. For the most part, students are understanding how to create a research paper. The complaints, mostly, is making them format the paper perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Wednesday students were suppose to have the introduction with thesis completed. Out of about 100 students, only 5 turned it in. I was livid, to say the least, because they have had more than enough time in and out of class to write 4-6 sentences with a thesis statement. I was actually quite speechless, so it was dead silent in all three of my junior classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not every student will be turning in homework, but 5 out of 100. I asked my classes, after I calmed down, what the issue was. For a teacher, that should ring an alarm if they didn't turn in work, so questions such as: did I not give them ample time, did they not understand, am i not a good teacher. So the response to my question was: we just didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next question I had to answer was should I punish all of the students. That brings up a lot more questions as well such as: do I fail them all zeros in the gradebook. In response, I will give up to half credit when they turn it in. The students already know I am serious about deadlines and homework, but I do not want to discourage students from doing the work because they want the points for what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the next couple days, with my juniors, went better. I copied a good final Junior Research Paper and then created it into a bad copy for students to revise. This week students will be revising two peers papers, and normally they will just say "yeah, good job" and not actually revise. So, I created a template for them to follow and understand how to find what is actually wrong, or how to improve, a good/bad paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I handed out the bad copy for the students to revise I was happy to hear, "This is a horrible paper!! Why did you give this to us?!" This made me realize that, indeed, I am doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic? Not all the time, but they are great kids. And I know I am making a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2196258176786199003?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2196258176786199003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2196258176786199003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2196258176786199003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2196258176786199003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/02/idealistic-starting-to-get-crushed.html' title='Idealistic Starting to get Crushed'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2621637629549828552</id><published>2010-02-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:18:02.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day Vaca in Portland</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had four wonderful days to relax. I always wondered, as I was growing up, how teachers got so tired and cranky; now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take advantage of the four day weekend and I headed down to the Vancouver/Portland area where a good friend from college lives. I am pretty close to her family and friends with her little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago her dad was diagnosed with his brain tumor for the fourth time, and Meggan wanted me to come down to spend time with them. I thought it would be intruding, but I think they wanted the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was pretty gloomy weather we soaked up the time and did quite a bit. Down below are pictures from the trip. The first one is from the 8k Meggan and I ran on Valentines Day. It was a little rainy and cold, but we made it through! It was Meggan's first race-- very proud of her. 8k is about 5 miles, and I just checked the results online. I was placed 5th out of 25 in my age category and 10th out of 93 in the overall of women. I was pretty pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440156998901388626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R96HfVVI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vPs7Ptp0G04/s200/066.JPG" /&gt;On Saturday the girls and I were indecisive in decision making. We weren't too sure what we wanted to do, especially with the weather because it was rainy and cloudy. Eventually we ventured up to a couple parks to walk around. We ended up having a fun time just goofing around... down below are just some shots from various parks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R9KlpxjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/MnmW7tKvQGk/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440156986143000114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R9KlpxjI/AAAAAAAAAz4/MnmW7tKvQGk/s200/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R8ey7UtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UgYe9yBaVaI/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440156974387516114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R8ey7UtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UgYe9yBaVaI/s200/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q5i2-5EI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vNKHf7VBUc0/s1600-h/Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155824427033666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q5i2-5EI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vNKHf7VBUc0/s200/Twins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and may I say that this wasn't an actual home somebody was living in, but a historical house that people could pay to visit. Needless to say, we didn't want to pay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q5ReKspI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ssdZMvrxAZQ/s1600-h/Twins+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155819759547026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q5ReKspI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ssdZMvrxAZQ/s200/Twins+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you will notice Meggan and I are wearing the same jacket. Believe me, we did get weird looks. I didn't bring a rain jack with me, so I had to borrow one, so we ended up as twins!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q41pF_II/AAAAAAAAAzY/KvGWnjMAQLM/s1600-h/Twins+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155812289182850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q41pF_II/AAAAAAAAAzY/KvGWnjMAQLM/s200/Twins+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q3_8tiDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1myIYGEszio/s1600-h/Twins+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155797875951666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Q3_8tiDI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1myIYGEszio/s200/Twins+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meggan (above) was my last roommate in college and I will be in her wedding this July! In the picture below, her little sister is in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QmwJvghI/AAAAAAAAAzI/81MoqHk7LEY/s1600-h/Sisters+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155501577863698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QmwJvghI/AAAAAAAAAzI/81MoqHk7LEY/s200/Sisters+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Qmf4zb1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/PBnx8qcV-Rs/s1600-h/Sisters+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155497211850578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39Qmf4zb1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/PBnx8qcV-Rs/s200/Sisters+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155467790107634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QkySHQ_I/AAAAAAAAAy4/Xs20qYhhlu8/s200/Lil+Sis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QkpI5nUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/q8JWWaDOy7c/s1600-h/Katie+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155465335545154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QkpI5nUI/AAAAAAAAAyw/q8JWWaDOy7c/s200/Katie+and+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QkBXOslI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QZhtdvxI65U/s1600-h/katie+and+i+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440155454658228818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39QkBXOslI/AAAAAAAAAyo/QZhtdvxI65U/s200/katie+and+i+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and I at her mom's birthday dinner. One of the nights we went out to celebrate their mom's birthday. It was good food, great laughs, and quite the memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful time! Just think, 5 weeks until Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2621637629549828552?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2621637629549828552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2621637629549828552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2621637629549828552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2621637629549828552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-day-vaca-in-portland.html' title='3-day Vaca in Portland'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/S39R96HfVVI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vPs7Ptp0G04/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7238832920553761295</id><published>2010-02-09T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:18:14.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE IT</title><content type='html'>Friday. What a day. And it was due to the first 2.5 hours of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:40 am&lt;/strong&gt;- Tardy bell rings and I am about to start class when over the intercom, "excuse the following announcement. We will not be taking attendance until about 8 am due to the accident on the hill [down to the school]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, no problem I can handle this. The students who are here will pick topics for their research paper until 8, and then we will go to the project area to start researching. That would have gone well but there was only about 8 students in class at the time. Out of a class of 36, that definitely does not work well. Plan B, let them talk because I am not going over directions and a lesson twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:55 am&lt;/strong&gt;- Enough students are here and hyper because of the chaos on the hill (awesome). Gotta grab their attention and keep it for at least 5 minutes to go over directions and expectations in the project area (where all computers are located).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00 am&lt;/strong&gt;- Time to head out! Move, move, move... we are losing valuable time! Students plug in mice, log-in, and take out notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:03 am-&lt;/strong&gt; I am paraphrasing this next part that was over the intercom..., "Please return to your classrooms. We are going into a modified &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt;..." [loud beeps that sound like fire trucks]... UH OH! I definitely did NOT receive an email saying we were having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt; drill, therefore, it must be real. As I stand on a chair, I yell to my students, "DROP EVERYTHING. Go back to the classroom. Do not pick any of your stuff up and move it!" Of course a couple were being sloths... moved their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bootays&lt;/span&gt; right along. Back in the classroom I had to figure out what a modified &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt; we have to cover the door window with this cover, which I do not have for my room, and get all students to the corner away from the door where a suspect cannot  see you. Well, my classroom, that is kinda impossible. Luckily for a modified &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt; (after reading my manual) I figured out that we can continue teaching, leave the lights on, and basically just lock the door while not letting anybody in or out of the classroom. Perfect, except for one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of their backpacks, pencils, notebooks, notes, books in general, my stuff, etc... is all out in the project area. A few choice words popped into my head. What am I supposed to do?! I have no idea how long we will be in a modified &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt;, no teaching materials, and my lesson plan (researching) is obviously flushed down the toilet. Kids are bouncing off the walls in my small classroom. These following various issues came up: my cell phone/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;/money/wallet/ (you fill in the blank) is out in the project area, I have an early release at (fill in the blank), I have to pee, this room is too hot it feels like I am going to pass out, I am thirsty, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:20 am&lt;/strong&gt;- EVERYBODY QUIET! (silence does fill the room). Give me 5 minutes to come up with a plan. During the next 5 minutes you need to be quiet and sit still. I will be with you in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:25 am&lt;/strong&gt;- I pop in the movie &lt;em&gt;Up. &lt;/em&gt;Thank goodness for my room partner. I have nothing else to do with them, and if the admin wants an explanation of why I am doing this, then no problem. Furthermore, parents would rather have their student safe than grabbing a notebook from the project area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:45 am&lt;/strong&gt;- Keep your students in class until further notice. Okay, no problem. Thanks for the update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 am&lt;/strong&gt;- Keep your current students in class until 10:20. WHAT?! Oh, and you should be conducting the advisory lesson plan. Do I have that? No, I do not normally have advisory on Friday. My advisory partner teacher has the lesson plan. Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More moaning and complaining due to the fact the room was starting to really smell and get hot. There is no circulation. Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:20 am&lt;/strong&gt;- You may release your students! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7238832920553761295?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7238832920553761295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7238832920553761295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7238832920553761295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7238832920553761295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/02/always-read-directions.html' title='MOVE IT'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4606614929619408482</id><published>2010-02-06T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:02:19.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons of the Week</title><content type='html'>Although this week was quite the week, I learned some valuable lessons. In the end, it turned out well, but I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #1-- Hard work DOES pay off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to keep this good piece of news quiet until I received the official word. Last week ended the first semester, so the 0.6 portion of my job (long-term sub) was either going to continue for the rest of the year or that specific teacher needed to come back. Luckily, the teacher went down and signed retirement papers. The 0.6 added to my contract would make me an official, full-time contracted teacher; the plan Brian had for me since the beginning of the year. There were a couple hoops we had to jump through with HR, but needless to say I received official word, and I am full-time contracted teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson #2-- There are ridiculous questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers always say there are no stupid questions, and I agree. However, there are ridiculous questions. Am I trying to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt; coat that? Yes, perhaps. When students ask the same question, in the same context, over, over, over, over... and over... and over again because they were not listening, then yes it becomes a ridiculous question. Ridiculous (aka stupid) question. Furthermore, it doesn't put the teacher in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that is all I have for right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4606614929619408482?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4606614929619408482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4606614929619408482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4606614929619408482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4606614929619408482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/02/lessons-of-week.html' title='Lessons of the Week'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5137217605777859097</id><published>2010-02-02T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:21:10.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jag Tag</title><content type='html'>At Emerald Ridge we have these green pieces of paper that say "Jag Tag" on them, meaning students write to somebody they are thankful for, and say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, apparently I do not get all of mine because my box still says "Blackburn" due to the fact they have not changed the name. One that I did receive did brighten my day... this is what is says (I am not editing any of the words):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To: Miss Curtiss   From: Haleigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanted to say thank you for giving me the opportunity to allow my full abilities to come out through my writing. If the teacher who was supposed to be our teacher was someone else I would not be able to have the opporunity to be affected the way I have. I have been extremely influenced by the way of teaching and your extrodinary ability to allow my to excert what you have taught me into my writing. You're an amazing person and teaching, and I thank God for having you. Thank you Miss Curtiss. I love you!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5137217605777859097?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5137217605777859097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5137217605777859097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5137217605777859097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5137217605777859097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/02/jag-tag.html' title='Jag Tag'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-834865573455746651</id><published>2010-01-27T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:03:09.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A student wrote this song after she watched a video about the &lt;em&gt;Holocaust &lt;/em&gt;in class. Thought I would share it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They opened the gates and I couldn’t even see,&lt;br /&gt;The man who took my life away from me,&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Where are from?&lt;br /&gt;Look at this mess.&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking dead, I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;I need not to show that I am weak&lt;br /&gt;Someone rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll cry out for you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll cry out from the mountains too&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand right here today,&lt;br /&gt;Only if we could just walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I’m fallen,&lt;br /&gt;This dirt will be my grave,&lt;br /&gt;This is where I’m fallen,&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could all be saved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll cry out for you&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll cry out from the mountains too&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand right here today&lt;br /&gt;Only if we could just walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could walk away from this place,&lt;br /&gt;We could find out saving grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-834865573455746651?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/834865573455746651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=834865573455746651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/834865573455746651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/834865573455746651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2639632911354414795</id><published>2010-01-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:18:31.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Project</title><content type='html'>Currently in Junior English we are reading &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;. For those who have yet to read this memoir, it is about Elie Wiesel who was an Auschwitz survivor. There are a couple things my students are doing while reading this book. First, they are writing dialectical journals, meaning they are using this as a tool for analyzing the text. Secondly, they are diving deeper into the meaning of indifference, and how one becomes indifferent. Most importantly, is becoming indifferent dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the time to read an short speech Wiesel gave years ago at the White House go to this website &lt;a href="http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/wiesel.htm"&gt;http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/wiesel.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the one lesson I wanted to teach is about the Terezin Ghetto. Why? This ghetto is a bit different than the others-- Terezin was unique. This was a fake city of safety, a ruse to fool the world of the life of Jews in the ghettos. Two hundred thousand persons passed through, fifteen thousand children. Only 93 of those children were known to survive. Poems and art were hidden at Terezin in mattresses and stuffed in cracks between the walls. These were recovered after the war and made into a book called &lt;em&gt;...I Never Saw Another Butterfly... &lt;/em&gt;The title came from one of the poems that a child wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one project I wanted my juniors to do was read and analyze the poems from the book. I was reading the poems this weekend, and it is so hard to grasp what these children endured. If you have a chance I suggest to google the title of the book to read a couple of the poems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2639632911354414795?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2639632911354414795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2639632911354414795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2639632911354414795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2639632911354414795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/01/butterfly-project.html' title='Butterfly Project'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-706077735041961618</id><published>2010-01-17T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:03:32.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>Deep breathing. Feet pounding the pavement. Arms keep pace. Me and the road. Letting the road take me where it goes. This is my time. My time to sort out thoughts about everything in life: students, lesson plans, my future, organize my to-do list, run off the stress, regain hope and strength that left throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been running more than not. One of my Christmas presents was a Nike+ running watch. It tracks: duration, miles, average mile time, and of course calories. At times I do forget to turn it on while I am running, but most of the time I remember. On Saturday I was running with a friend. I was telling him that in high school I could barely run 10 minute miles, and he asked why I decided to pick up running. Interesting question because it is hard to pinpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in college-- for sure. I just remember wanting the feeling of freedom, finding something to let the stress slip away, and a place where I can lay it all out on the line. I had friends who always liked running, and I tried it in junior high. But the big turn around was when I ran my first, small, race in college. The feeling of accomplishment, other than academia or praise from friends or family, was there-- something I had never felt before. Knowing that I can always have a goal to strive for, something I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like those Nike commercials. The feeling of your feet pounding the pavement is beautiful. I look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was surprised Derek came running with me on Saturday, he said it did feel good to run. He plays basketball, but he forgot what running outside feels like. I came home and plugged in my running tracker. I am still surprised at the averages and duration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: 51:45&lt;br /&gt;7.1 miles&lt;br /&gt;7:35 miles (fastest 6:03)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still astonishes me to see that big of a change. I am extremely excited to see the improvement in time during my next race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-706077735041961618?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/706077735041961618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=706077735041961618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/706077735041961618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/706077735041961618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/01/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7550725764269956252</id><published>2010-01-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:03:52.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Layers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A grownup is a child with layers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Woody Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The big 2-4. One year from now will be the quarter-life crisis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...Okay, I cannot even say that with a straight face. My 20's have been wonderful, and I haven't even hit the mid-20's yet. I definitely do not want to recap all of my 20's thus far, but believe me-- they have been great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past year has been of a reality check, stopping to smell the roses, and figuring life out. Twenty-three has been a real roller-coaster. It is hard to believe that last year, on my birthday, I was just starting student teaching, and then six...seven... eight months later I landed a teaching job. Year later, I am doing what I love-- my passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At school students were asking how old I was turning, and yes I told them. One response: Ms. Curtiss, you are the youngest teacher I have EVER had-- you cannot be a teacher!! You are too young! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had the best birthday presents at school because high school kids were showing their true colors; showing appreciation. During first period some student caught wind that it was my birthday, so they decided they &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to sing happy birthday... continued on into advisory. After ballroom dance (yes, for those who are unaware, I am an advisor for that club) I was walking back to my room. One of my best friends little brother yelled happy birthday across the commons, and the dominos fell... Another loud student caught on and three or four big, loud boys started yelling down the hallways HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Needless to say, I did get many nice cards from students and thank you's for being a great teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't feel old enough to be a teacher, and I am just a big kid. At times it is hard to see it due to the day-to-day grind, but the inner-child is still around. That is one of the huge reasons I love high school age student; they make you stop and smell the roses. They make you have fun, even when you are not having a good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, I had a wonderful day. Maybe I should go color... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7550725764269956252?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7550725764269956252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7550725764269956252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7550725764269956252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7550725764269956252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2010/01/kid-layers.html' title='Kid Layers'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7098647475359498111</id><published>2009-12-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:46:21.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacific Northwest Ballet: Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>For mom's birthday present, she received &lt;em&gt;Nutcracker&lt;/em&gt; tickets. After a couple of months after her birthday we went! It was a fun day with mom. Down below are some pictures, they are a bit out of order-- my apologies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EPIaHsgI/AAAAAAAAAww/M7CdKXDj2ug/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417483166007407106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EPIaHsgI/AAAAAAAAAww/M7CdKXDj2ug/s200/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; pit before it started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EO-LlB7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/f6tB6OSx7yQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417483163262060466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EO-LlB7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/f6tB6OSx7yQ/s200/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just from the side view, right by our seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EOcJTMII/AAAAAAAAAwg/KGVbzmUkfXY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417483154125697154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EOcJTMII/AAAAAAAAAwg/KGVbzmUkfXY/s200/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; that I posted this picture-- right before it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DqkCWrbI/AAAAAAAAAwY/L4F4iXvGl6o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417482537768758706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DqkCWrbI/AAAAAAAAAwY/L4F4iXvGl6o/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe this is from our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DqY6uBII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UR8wmKL5UkY/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417482534783943810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DqY6uBII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/UR8wmKL5UkY/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At lunch before! Smile mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7Dp_xOC0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/HW8cTjpL8pQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417482528033213250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7Dp_xOC0I/AAAAAAAAAwI/HW8cTjpL8pQ/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DppWOyQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/KmdeR5oyEh4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417482522014435586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DppWOyQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/KmdeR5oyEh4/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life-size figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DpMMigkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/T1Vqe8CAHYY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417482514189156930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7DpMMigkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/T1Vqe8CAHYY/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once in a lifetime, I have curls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7098647475359498111?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7098647475359498111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7098647475359498111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7098647475359498111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7098647475359498111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/12/pacific-northwest-ballet-nutcrack.html' title='Pacific Northwest Ballet: Nutcracker'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sy7EPIaHsgI/AAAAAAAAAww/M7CdKXDj2ug/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2451819620347802245</id><published>2009-12-15T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:28:12.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Heidi the Honda continued...</title><content type='html'>Traded Heidi in. She wasn't totally dead, but mechanical issues. I had to buy a new car immediately (sooner than I expected). The serpentine belt was about ready to break... not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2451819620347802245?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2451819620347802245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2451819620347802245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2451819620347802245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2451819620347802245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-heidi-honda-continued.html' title='RIP Heidi the Honda continued...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4508224058849477454</id><published>2009-12-14T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:40:19.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Heidi the Honda</title><content type='html'>Dear Heidi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I had to give you up because I know we had so many wonderful memories (well some, not so great). I remember when mom and dad first bought you when I was a wee little one in elementary school. After dad drove you home Brett and I sat in the car because we liked the new car smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my memory of you jumps to high school, which is when I started driving you. I was so excited the first time I was able to drive you ALL BY MYSELF! I felt so grown-up and it was so thrilling. I was driving to school... in a car... ALONE! You served me well in high school: football games, journalism late nights, hanging out with friends, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, together, we moved to Washington State University. And, although, I shared you with Brett, we still had a special bond that could not be broken. The trips from Pullman to home and vise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt; were at times scary, but you did your job-- you got us safely to and from where we needed to be. Furthermore, Brett and I became even closer with these trips. At times (like during the summer/fall) it was an easy trip with singing and laughter. During the winter we still laughed, but Brett had to manually clean off the windshield because the windshield fluid was frozen solid! Other times we had to take care of you by getting out to put on chains. Luckily, one time I was able to shield, both, you and Brett from the semi-truck who was racing down the mountain and covered me with the slush instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple years have been unforgettable. You and I. Reunited. Over at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt;. Thick and thin. Hot and cold weather. Snow, ice, hail, heat. Last winter as I put the key into the ignition, I would pray to God that you would start.  I felt so bad for you sitting out in below zero weather, but you made it. And a year ago, you made the last trek over the mountains with all of my belongings. It was the most scared I had ever been driving over the mountains. It took us over 9 hours to get home. The entire trip had snow/ice on the ground and it was pitch dark driving over the mountain with some gusty winds. You and I had entertaining conversations, you mostly listened and I prayed to God I would get home. My hands were tightly wrapped around the wheel, my knuckles were white by the time I arrived home. Semi-trucks were racing past us, gliding us over the ice (or so it felt like that) or my eyes playing tricks, trying to find where the end of the road ended and the ditch started due to the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Heidi, did your duty. You cared for a family at first, then to me, then to Brett/I, and back to me once again. Although there were some troubling times, I share a lot of memories. Some of them bad, but most of the time they are fun to look back upon and laugh. There were quite a few milestones with you. Thank you Heidi, you definitely will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4508224058849477454?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4508224058849477454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4508224058849477454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4508224058849477454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4508224058849477454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-heidi-honda.html' title='RIP Heidi the Honda'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8074029250743862396</id><published>2009-12-12T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:09:38.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Rush Fun Run</title><content type='html'>This morning, with a few staff members from ERHS, went to Kent in the 20 degree weather to run a 10K. It was a bit chilly, but it was a good time. I ran the 10K (6 miles) in 56:34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more pictures on Monday. The staff members who ran decided to wear the shirts we got and take a couple pics together. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the first picture, sportin' a Coug hat-- gotta represent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414505228262957522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv0V0b4dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/sQMDqwGHvSo/s200/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv1XaEwwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/L3VembQhNgI/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414505245869130498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv1XaEwwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/L3VembQhNgI/s200/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv1KVizhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6lR8N3AUH3w/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414505242360466962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv1KVizhI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6lR8N3AUH3w/s200/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv0ne1S1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/LkNagR3k7SY/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414505233004186450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv0ne1S1I/AAAAAAAAAvg/LkNagR3k7SY/s200/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8074029250743862396?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8074029250743862396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8074029250743862396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8074029250743862396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8074029250743862396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-rush-fun-run.html' title='Christmas Rush Fun Run'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SyQv0V0b4dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/sQMDqwGHvSo/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-638026096905618341</id><published>2009-11-10T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:30:08.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and a month later... an update :)</title><content type='html'>What a crazy month! Cousin had her baby (another member in the family!!), work, signing a contract with the school district, sad Cougar football, being sick, and mom's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigga, jigga what?! Yes, I am officially hired on contract with the school district. This has been on the downlow and a possibility since the beginning of the school year. I only told, maybe, a handful of people because I didn't want to jinx myself or count my eggs before they hatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the principal called before the school year, he talked to me about having the long-term sub job. However, when I talked to him more, he said there would be the possibility (if the school got the money) to add a class to my schedule; making me a full-time, long-term sub. Then after that, he would put the job up. All during this time, it was all very sticky and quite a bit of politics involved. The principal I am working with will make things happen, especially if he believes you have talent and will be a great addition to the staff (or so I have been told).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to become worried after the job posting because I heard nothing-- no news. About two weeks after I applied, my first official observation was scheduled. I then realized, that was probably my interview, or seeing if they really want me as a teacher. I was already nervous to begin with, but putting that other pressure on myself was not good. Needless to say, the vice-prinicpal who observed me only had positive feedback, and then asked me if I wanted an interview the next week. After I debriefed with the vice-principal, I knew I had the job. And that is when I didn't tell mom and dad that I knew I had the job. Another week goes by, and during that week I was becoming quite sick. On Friday I thought I was going to pass out while I was teaching. One of the rooms is so hot, it didn't help-- the kids totally picked up on the fact I did not feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid around all of that weekend, hoping I would feel better.  Unfortunately, I was feeling worse. I don't know whether it was a combination of my eyes, nose, and headache or what the issue was, but I was feeling horrible. Tuesday rolls around, that was the worst day of my sickness. I wanted to curl up and cry. I lectured all day in classes because I was introducing new units. At the end of sixth period, students told me I was sounding like a dinosaur. So I walk to the office for my interview with one contact in my eye, sounding like a dinosaur, and having an outer body experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too sure what to expect because I know all of the people who were interview me quite well-- especially because one was my mentor teacher. Luckily for me, they wanted to do this for formality purposes and to give me interview practice. But when I walked in, they told me to act as if I didn't know them. After I was done, I had no idea what I said, just hoping it was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I talked to my mentor teacher who sat in on the interview, wondering if she could give me pointers and tell me how it went. She said I did really well, there were a couple questions where I talked in circles, but eventually got to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I eventually got the official offer for the job!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. That is a short version ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-638026096905618341?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/638026096905618341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=638026096905618341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/638026096905618341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/638026096905618341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-month-later-update.html' title='... and a month later... an update :)'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2648949375613423346</id><published>2009-10-02T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:39:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Progress Reports</title><content type='html'>I have tried being better at posting more-- I promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first week, since I have started, that I feel as if I am doing a pretty good job. Everything else has felt just like chaos and as if I am just trying to stay afloat. This past week I have been trying to prepare my grades for my first official IPR (Interim Progress Reports). Tell me about a paper nightmare. Students &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; are starting to care about their grades. They are coming, trying to make up work and get all absent work. And I am trying to balance out whether I should actually accept the work, or not. Especially for those students that I know who are not trying... or haven't been listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I ready to submit my IPRs, I was going back through my grades; double-checking the suckers. When I was opening one class of these, I found that one period grew. My fifth period (which I have had for about a week) was taken from other classes and so I finally have gotten those grades completed from the other teachers, then last night, some of those students were taken my fifth period to my sixth. PAPERWORK HELL!! Talk about this all be complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get them done before I leave for the weekend. Also, I came home last night and my right eye was extremely red. I put a few eyedrops in, I woke up this morning and it was even more red!! The odd thing about the situation, it doesn't hurt. I am going to make an eye appointment for later today. Hopefully the eye doctor will give me some drops to cure... whatever this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2648949375613423346?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2648949375613423346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2648949375613423346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2648949375613423346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2648949375613423346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-progress-reports.html' title='First Progress Reports'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7469068608001117043</id><published>2009-09-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:14:32.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Over Due!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr40HZEQ7YI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-fMG9RzHF8k/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully some of you have yet to give up on me in following the blog. Yes, I have been doing a horrible job in keeping caught up with this. Life, like the rest of you, has been complete chaos since school has started. It was a whirlwind of you have a job, sort of, and begin the day before school starts! I LOVE what I am doing, however, I am constantly trying to stay caught up due to the fact I was hired on so late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now, if you have not heard, I am teaching 3 classes of Junior English, 2 classes of Senior English, and 1 Sophomore Advisory! Phew!! The hardest part of this entire situation is not having a single classroom to myself. I am sharing a room with a Spanish teacher, who thinks the room is pretty much her room (which I teach 3 of the classes in, and is also assigned my room because she is part-time), a portable with another English teacher who is fantastic, another Social Studies teacher, and a Math classroom :) The key is being organized-- very organized! The main classroom that I am in an old teacher workroom because all of the other classrooms are full AND the high school 400 students about where the limit is supposed to be. In the tiny classroom, we have to fit 38 students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798436595687298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr4zJJUj34I/AAAAAAAAAuw/leKxgyOsz9k/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there is even a purple wall. The poster in the front is covering a painted picture of a window that was overlooking the ocean. Believe me when I say it was ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798427055769762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr4zIlyESKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/GLZH9tLmTwo/s200/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way the desks are set up is the best possible way. Unfortunately, I cannot get to all of the students when I am trying to walk around the room. However, there is no other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798418363648034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr4zIFZtCCI/AAAAAAAAAug/8_ByljdWaPQ/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This the 'teacher corner'. Kinda. Janine (the other teacher) and I are sharing this area for both of our classes, to store and plan. Talk about a dancing act. Also off to the right hand side is a bathroom. Students ask to use it, I don't want them to use it for various reasons, Janine decided it was okay for her students. We have different ideas about that type of stuff... we are working through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385798410778639490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr4zHpJS_II/AAAAAAAAAuY/VK-7EVkf5wM/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, the desks are crammed in there. You can see that that left hand side is for the English stuff... with the Shakespeare poster :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is a quick up-date. Hopefully I will have more sooner than later!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7469068608001117043?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7469068608001117043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7469068608001117043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7469068608001117043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7469068608001117043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-over-due.html' title='Long Over Due!!!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sr4zJJUj34I/AAAAAAAAAuw/leKxgyOsz9k/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3711156129310798813</id><published>2009-09-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:37:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Chaos</title><content type='html'>It feels as if I have never left, a very good feeling. I didn't realize how chaotic the first three days of school can be. For students, it can be a bit boring because teachers are getting to know names, going over syllabi, creating lessons that are easy for new students to catch onto if they switch classes. But as a first year teacher who found out she will be teaching a couple days before school starts adds to the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see my room or really start working on my classroom until Tuesday afternoon. I am sharing a room with a Spanish teacher which has benefits. The room that we are sharing is extremely small. It was designed, originally, to be a teacher workroom. We are supposed to be fitting 38 students into this tiny room. Thursday before we both went home, we rearranged the room to make the desks more accessible, but I still had students climbing over and under desks to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple days have been amazing. I am extremely thankful and lucky to have such a wonderful staff to be working with. They all have welcomed me back and have been saying the nicest things about me-- especially to the principal. The teacher I am sharing the room with told the principal that I don't act like a first year teacher, it looks like I have been teaching for years-- very nice compliment. Also, I just keep hearing various comments, helping to boost my self-esteem as a teacher, which is so nice. Furthermore, my mentor teachers from last year have been helping me, especially with lesson and unit plans because with such short notice it is hard creating unit plans so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an exhausting day because so much went on during school hours. I have been arriving early because I want to get organized. The half hour the teachers are contracted to be at school before it starts goes by so quickly, I need to get there earlier. But between the hazing of the new teachers at the pep assembly and helping one of my sophmore advisee students it was a tiring day. Good, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all updated about everything else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3711156129310798813?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3711156129310798813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3711156129310798813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3711156129310798813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3711156129310798813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/09/teaching-chaos.html' title='Teaching Chaos'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1861839009064760752</id><published>2009-09-02T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:11:10.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butchy Performs Thriller!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URL3hi36cx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URL3hi36cx8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this and cracked up!! Just watch the video! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day was amazing. I am speechless, it could not have gone any better!!! I am sure I will have stories later, especially with some students I took special note on, but it will be great!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1861839009064760752?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1861839009064760752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1861839009064760752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1861839009064760752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1861839009064760752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/09/butchy-performs-thriller.html' title='Butchy Performs Thriller!!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1214478080362495484</id><published>2009-08-31T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:08:50.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete and Utter Chaos</title><content type='html'>This past week has been the longest, but yet, fastest week. Most of you know that I am a planner, especially with academics. I like being able to plan so I don't feel too overwhelmed, but currently I am experiencing something new: having to roll with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE: I will give you the quickest version of the story: I am long-term subbing for Emerald Ridge, but I don't know for how long. I am starting the year out with the students on Wednesday; I offically found out on Friday. As of the moment, I do not know how many students I have or if I even have a classroom :) Today I have been working on the first day lesson plans and a junior and senior syllabi. Later this afternoon I am supposed to meet with a couple people, discussing more lessons and trying to get on the same page. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went and spent time with some of my good friends from WSU. It was so great being able to see them. I miss them a lot. Here are some pictures for you to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220565733492978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwsHr6xyPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/rq6uLu_F0zo/s200/117.JPG" /&gt;Recently graduated, poor college students play Rock Band until 3 am for fun. Why? No money to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220554701282978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwsHC0fnqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_E3g9Nl9lKg/s200/109.JPG" /&gt;This is Brandon and I. We were laughing at Meggan because she couldn't take pictures. I think this was try number four or five, it was still blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220117521748514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrtmMxUiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zpwkYfmerPM/s200/079.JPG" /&gt;Kathleen (on the left) and Meggan (on the right) were making pizza for dinner. Meggan is getting married in July of 2010. Kathleen is one of seven bridesmaids (yes, I am also one).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220107858364194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrtCM1xyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/VUP_lYhukks/s200/074.JPG" /&gt;Breakfast! Katie (left) is Meggan's (right) little sister. We are all very close. Katie is Meggan's maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220103297508466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrsxNcpHI/AAAAAAAAAto/Fky3ePw0PSY/s200/Sister.JPG" /&gt;From left to right: Steph, Erica, Me, and Katie. We are four of seven bridesmaids trying on dresses. This is just one of many we tried on. But this is one of two that Meggan is deciding between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220090101583522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrsADSzqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/tyv-qeBe5ok/s200/Little+Sis.JPG" /&gt;Katie and I. We haven't taken a picture together before... we finally did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrrunsDGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IUI2qKrIpaE/s1600-h/Bridesmaids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376220085422394466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwrrunsDGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IUI2qKrIpaE/s200/Bridesmaids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another dress (the second Meggan likes). Obviously Katie isn't in the correct color, but those are the color of dresses Meggan wants us to wear. The orange on Erica's dress is the accent color Meggan wants to use in either our hair or sash like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1214478080362495484?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1214478080362495484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1214478080362495484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1214478080362495484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1214478080362495484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/complete-and-utter-chaos.html' title='Complete and Utter Chaos'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SpwsHr6xyPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/rq6uLu_F0zo/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5048534043095906609</id><published>2009-08-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:32:07.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo/Sto/My/Headpho</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have not written in the blog for a couple days... time to update! My allergies have been hitting me hard these past couple days. One day I could hardly exhale through my nose it was getting so stuffed. Therefore, I haven't really been working too hard on progressing too much with this whole training aspect. One day at work, I felt hot because it was hot outside and it was 90 degrees in the little hot hut, however, it felt like a hot type of sick. As in, fever hot. It was an interesting time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the gym, I timed my 2 mile run. I have been able to shed time!! I think I will try three or four mile timed-run. I was talking to someone at the gym about this. I thought that cross-training with a spinning class was a bit of a joke, but I think it has been beneficial &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the interval training throughout the class. The goal, when school starts, is to begin race simulations. I have been trying to find a variety of places to run. It is hard because I want it to have hills, but I need to work up to how big some of these hills are around Puyallup. The half-marathon course does not have a lot of hills... we shall see what I can create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job search. Well, I applied to the Auburn School District. There was a posting for a year long contract. I went to submit my application yesterday. I will hear if I get an interview on Wednesday. I am hoping for an interview. I am starting to become extremely frustrated with the entire situation, but I know it will all work out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5048534043095906609?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5048534043095906609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5048534043095906609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5048534043095906609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5048534043095906609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/lostomyheadpho.html' title='Lo/Sto/My/Headpho'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2686019392470696422</id><published>2009-08-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:10:09.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uprising Perspective</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a day! As most of you know, I am waiting, wishing, praying, etc... for something to come up for a job opening; even if it isn't teaching exactly, I would want to do it. This morning, well I guess afternoon, I had a job interview for a tutoring job with a private company. I was going to this interview for the experience, more or less, because the tutoring jobs would be in the Kent/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Renton&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bellevue&lt;/span&gt; area. As I met the two directors of this company, they told me I was 'perfect' for the job, but they will not hire me because I live too far away. The good news: the directors of that area are forwarding and recommending me for a job in the Tacoma/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Puyallup&lt;/span&gt; area (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;) because they feels as if I would do a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; job! Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for training I did very random things. When I went through teaching interview prep sessions, they told us to work out before interviews to use the endorphines to our advantage and so you look awake. By the time I woke up, got my bootay in gear, I was not going to have time for a full on work out. Therefore, I just went for a jog around the neighborhood. It was a beautiful morning with the sun out. Jogged about 2 miles (again)... just an easy jog to get me going. The odd thing, I went on this jog right after breakfast, but I didn't get any stomach aches. No complaints, but a tad odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uprising playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Going to California by Led Zepplin&lt;br /&gt;2. Honey, Let Me Sing You a Song by Matt Hires&lt;br /&gt;3. Here It Goes Again by Ok Go&lt;br /&gt;4. Before the Worst by the Script&lt;br /&gt;5. Apologize (remix) by OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the interview and started to become really excited! Then, I had a ton of enegry to use to my advantage. I needed to work on strength today (especially in the legs). On the eliptical with every 10-15 minutes I up'd the resistance three or four notches, starting with a resistance of 5. I did this for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I walked about a half mile to cool down so I could lift some weights before spinning. Lifted weights for about 30 minutes; mostly for the legs. Off to the spinning room for at least 30-40 minutes of endurance/strength spinning. It kicked my behind today. Some days are easier than others, but today was a tough day on the legs. To finish out the workout, I ran a mile as a cool down. And mom wonders why it takes me so long at the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to redo today, I think I would have ran a bit more/ subbed the spinning for running. Overall, I call today a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Perspective Playlist&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Starry Eyed Suprise by Crazy Town&lt;br /&gt;2. "Track 4" from an old roommate who sent me a CD with workout music&lt;br /&gt;3. I Owe You a Love Song by Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;4. So Fine by Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;5. I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;6. In the Shadows by The Rasmus&lt;br /&gt;7. Hangingaround by Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;8. 24 by Jem&lt;br /&gt;9. Requiem For A Dream by Hans Zimmer (fantastic song if you are going for a slow hill song)&lt;br /&gt;10. Human by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;11. Closer by Ne Yo&lt;br /&gt;12. Eye of the Tiger by Survivor&lt;br /&gt;13. Rebel Yell by Billy Idol&lt;br /&gt;14. Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;**I played other random songs when I ran out**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2686019392470696422?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2686019392470696422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2686019392470696422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2686019392470696422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2686019392470696422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/uprising-perspective.html' title='Uprising Perspective'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7021829790934248154</id><published>2009-08-08T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:09:05.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin' to the Beat</title><content type='html'>As anybody should know, there is supposed to be at least a single day off during the week while training. However, I have been ignoring that advice. I planned on today being a day off to rest because grandma and grandpa were coming over and I was working. During the middle of the day I was feeling a little tired and exhausted, I thought that taking a &lt;em&gt;tiny &lt;/em&gt;run would kick my endorphines into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, however, I had a tiny battle within... take a day off, just run, just continue resting, just a quick jog won't hurt... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took a quick little jot around the block. I know I should have rested my legs at least once this week, but oh well. It was only two miles, I figured it wouldn't hurt them. The sad part to the entire story is that it usually takes me at least a mile to get into my groove (which is why you warm-up before a race), so by the time I was into my groove I was already back home. I was jammin' to some good tunes on the iPod. As Bob Marley would say, there "ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow... " Good news, it loosened up my legs from the hard strength training from the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Short 2-2.5 mile run playlist: Jammin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jammin' by Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;2. American Boy by Estelle&lt;br /&gt;3. Yeah! by Usher&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a Cowboy by Bon Jovi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7021829790934248154?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7021829790934248154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7021829790934248154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7021829790934248154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7021829790934248154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/jammin-to-beat.html' title='Jammin&apos; to the Beat'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2496531595491117340</id><published>2009-08-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:54:16.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamping the Blog</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago I was talking with a close friend. I explained how I use this blog to, sometimes, write about training for half-marathons or what not. However, I have not done that in a while. Lately I have been using this to update my life generally, but I am going to turn this back into a blog about training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will have playlists I run to, or I will talk about runs, or cross training. Maybe this will mean I will be blogging more than I have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also use this to update progress with my job search. For example, I applied for an opening in Olympia at Olympia High School. Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2496531595491117340?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2496531595491117340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2496531595491117340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2496531595491117340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2496531595491117340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/revamping-blog.html' title='Revamping the Blog'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2127273404752701761</id><published>2009-08-02T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:17:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be hidden?</title><content type='html'>Still searching for a job... Could somebody be playing hide and seek with me? Maybe it is hidden under a rock. I am searching places I haven't thought of before. Updates later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2127273404752701761?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2127273404752701761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2127273404752701761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2127273404752701761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2127273404752701761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/08/could-it-be-hidden.html' title='Could it be hidden?'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-6726721522725314840</id><published>2009-07-31T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:35:43.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Writing, Studying...</title><content type='html'>I miss it!! I was taking notes today at my food handler's card class, it was then when I realized I miss school! Crazy, crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-6726721522725314840?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6726721522725314840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=6726721522725314840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6726721522725314840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6726721522725314840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-writing-studying.html' title='Books, Writing, Studying...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3781737512625345490</id><published>2009-07-29T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:00:33.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Becoming Reality</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to a going away party for a friend that I have known since 6th grade. Emilie is headed off to medical school in New York. I even remember back to when I met her, she talked about becoming a doctor. It is incredible seeing how passions and dreams really do become reality. Going up is pretty awesome. Good things happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3781737512625345490?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3781737512625345490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3781737512625345490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3781737512625345490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3781737512625345490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams-becoming-reality.html' title='Dreams Becoming Reality'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8224829566387045279</id><published>2009-07-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:46:03.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising to the next level</title><content type='html'>Yes it happened. Inevitably the hot hut got even hotter. Yesterday (Tuesday) during the "heat wave" the hut I work in reached over 100 degrees. The owner told me earlier Tuesday that I could close the shop earlier if I was overwhelmed with the heat. Unfortunately... or fortunately (??) I decided I could tough it out, finish working the day. I was definitely hot. Just hot. I just wanted to make money hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8224829566387045279?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8224829566387045279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8224829566387045279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8224829566387045279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8224829566387045279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/rising-to-next-level.html' title='Rising to the next level'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-175438218124398790</id><published>2009-07-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:02:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid, again.</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked by one of my closest friends to be in her wedding as a bridesmaid. I am very excited to be asked-- she and I are great friends. For those came to my graduation, you would have met her. She was my roommate, Meggan. It is funny to me because the last wedding I was in, it was Megan and Brandon. This time it is, also, Meggan and Brandon. Interesting? Ironic? You choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-175438218124398790?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/175438218124398790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=175438218124398790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/175438218124398790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/175438218124398790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/bridesmaid-again.html' title='Bridesmaid, again.'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5945194595298002848</id><published>2009-07-16T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:31:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24-Hour Vacation</title><content type='html'>One of my closest friends from college decided to move back from Penn. He is originally from Penn, but he is moving back to west coast for various reasons. He isn't moving to Seattle, but decided to visit this area for about a week before moving down to Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to pick Justin up in Burien at the place where he is staying. On my way there, I realized I had forgotten an important item: the cell phone. I didn't realize how important cell phones are until you do not have one. Furthermore, I thought I was picking Justin up at a house, not an apartment. I sat outside the apartment building for about a half hour calling his name, trying to the little call box, and various other techniques before going down the street to a vet. hospital to use their phone. No, not to call Justin because I do not have his number memorized. But I called mom to call Justin. Anyways, he didn't answer. I went back to the apartment building to see if he was standing outside- nope! I had to use the restroom so I drove down the road to an Albertson's and drove back. Found him standing on the sidewalk waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... that is one of many stories that we have from the last 24-hours. Here are some pictures to of those hours... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263179410576674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_td5KZFSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ue85OKcOScw/s200/048.JPG" /&gt;On Wednesday (after the fiasco) we went walking around Alki Beach-- we ended up in the water. It was a nice day to walk around. We found a house for sale. If you are looking for a steal, waterfront property at Alki is going for $1.9 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uJIHsziI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JU69IT4Ok10/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263922160193058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uJIHsziI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JU69IT4Ok10/s200/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday Justin &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wanted to go back to Seattle. Instead, we didn't go to Alki, we went to the Convention Center. The Bite of Seattle was being set up around us. Justin wanted to go to the fountain. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263925589728594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uJU5XXVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bfQ0d-KeSgo/s200/073.JPG" /&gt;He wanted to run through it like a little kid. Unlike Justin, I am not that much fun because I didn't want to be wet for the entire day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uIi0v3mI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8XO0oRmSPdQ/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263912148590178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uIi0v3mI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8XO0oRmSPdQ/s200/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Definitely didn't stop Justin from trying to get me wet. Up above and down below are the pieces of evidence showing how he was trying to get me wet. He said he wanted a picture by the fountain. Lucky for me, I am quick enough to smile and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uIK76FKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bdpSR3tN_68/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263905736168610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_uIK76FKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bdpSR3tN_68/s200/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not a bad picture for running in for a quick moment and running out... but not before Justin trying to pull me back in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_tfMRWMNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/kgFBaUJ3KgU/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263201719890130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_tfMRWMNI/AAAAAAAAAsw/kgFBaUJ3KgU/s200/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I did get away. Perhaps working out, running, and lifting weights have been helping my strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_te_EEHII/AAAAAAAAAso/LpEGTD4q7NU/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263198174518402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_te_EEHII/AAAAAAAAAso/LpEGTD4q7NU/s200/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was inside of one of the buildings at the Convention Center. We had to run and find a restroom. This is built out of Legos. Those little things are pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263192305408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_tepMwmrI/AAAAAAAAAsg/cU7KfX7puEU/s200/058.JPG" /&gt;I tried getting the entire Space Needle, but this is the best I could pull off! It was a fun time having him up here. I am tired, but at least I had a good time with an old friend. Luckily he will not be across the country anymore or out of the country at the moment. Hopefully, I will see him soon again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... but as for now, back to reality (a.k.a. work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5945194595298002848?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5945194595298002848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5945194595298002848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5945194595298002848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5945194595298002848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/24-hour-vacation.html' title='24-Hour Vacation'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/Sl_td5KZFSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ue85OKcOScw/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5113476295790865888</id><published>2009-07-06T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:59:39.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>There has been multiple occasions when I have opened up a blog to write and I have written something, but I never completed the blog. One goal for this evening, to finish at least one blog-- perhaps a bit of an update?? I will try to hit the main topics that I have been updating regularly, but maybe I will hit a few others as well. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teaching Jobs/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Applications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Recently there have been a couple Language Arts/ English teaching positions open. I have applied to the following school districts (with available jobs in each): Federal Way, Everett, Evergreen (down in Vancouver), and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tukwila&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I have yet to hear from any of these districts. The job posting in Federal Way closes tomorrow, keep your fingers crossed! All I am asking for is an interview so I am able to gain experience from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interviewing&lt;/span&gt;. On the job postings, however, the districts are asking for master degrees. Furthermore, a few of these job postings are only for one year contracts. Either way, I just want the experience. It is interesting because most of my friends that are Science or Math majors have jobs and are already planning for their first year teaching (i.e. lessons, units, readings, labs, etc...). Jealous? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rock 'n' Roll Marathon:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weekends ago was the Rock 'n' Roll marathon. As much as I wanted to run, I had to work all day. There was no way getting out of work because the company just fired a girl... leaving only 4 of us girls. On a normal day, there are three girls that work, and one of the girls was going out of town for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; thing (she is a cheer coach). Oh well. As I have been researching more marathons around Seattle, I came across another in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contemplated&lt;/span&gt; this, talked to a few who have ran this course before, and thought about it some more. As of the moment, I have yet to sign up (which I should), but I want to run the half. Apparently there are quite a few girls I know that have signed up for this race! So hopefully I won't wait too long to sign up!&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to look at the course, this is the link. It may take a few minutes to come up (or maybe it is just my computer that is slow)... but this is the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seattlemarathon.org/Assets/Downloads/Amica+Insurance+Seattle+Marathon/Course+Map.pdf"&gt;http://www.seattlemarathon.org/Assets/Downloads/Amica+Insurance+Seattle+Marathon/Course+Map.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coffee Job:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of college when I was working the coffee jobs, I couldn't wait to leave everyday. This time, it is a little different. Maybe because I know it will be temporary until September when I start subbing, but when I get there (even at 4:45 am) I am okay with working this job. Although some days (such as today) were slow, I was exhausted, and it took all of my energy to get out of bed at 3:30 am... it is still okay. My old manager from a couple years ago is coming to visit in August, hopefully we are all able to get together. This company that I work for is like a family and we are a close-knit group; we just never leave each other alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends/ Dating/ Social Life:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel as if I can spend money-- hang out with friends and do things! It is a nice feeling, so I am starting to have a social life again. It has been a little hectic because my schedule is totally opposite than anybody else, especially when I have to wake up at 3:30 to make it to work on time. This week I am excited because I will be having dinner with a friend that I have known since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;; it will be great to see her. Then on Thursday, a friend from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; and I are going to the Mariner game. I haven't been to see one in quite a few years. Whether they win or lose, it will be a great time. And finally, one of my best friends is moving back to the west coast. He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; from Penn., but he is moving back out for... actually I don't know why. But, I haven't seen him in two years. Very excited. As for dating, I think I am FINALLY ready again, so I am open to the idea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all for now. Not much else than that at the moment. Hope you are all doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5113476295790865888?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5113476295790865888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5113476295790865888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5113476295790865888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5113476295790865888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-6723700149230628406</id><published>2009-06-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:54:58.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQyZBU28q88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQyZBU28q88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After work last night, I was coming upstairs to my room and then I heard this song from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;. I have always enjoyed Rock type of music-- definitely not mom's taste of music. It was coming from dad's computer. I always laugh because mom continuously says, "you are your father's daughter." It is true, even in music taste-- I get it from dad. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;, he played a couple more songs, which, of course, I have on my computer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: The teaching job search is not going well, but at least I am employed with the Puyallup School District for fall for subbing. The teaching jobs that are available include: math, science, and special education. I should have gotten my SpEd endorsement. Oh well-- live and learn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-6723700149230628406?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6723700149230628406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=6723700149230628406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6723700149230628406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6723700149230628406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/06/tasty.html' title='Tasty'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8526729073591481777</id><published>2009-05-31T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:12:19.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin' Down A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/c5tF_-AkU6U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/c5tF_-AkU6U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I listen to this song, I think of two things: Aunt Sue/Uncle Kirk and spinning class. Today after work, I went to spinning class at the Y. For a warm- up song, Debbi played this. All I could think about and picture in my mind was the 'Rock n' Roll' party that I went to at Aunt Sue and Uncle Kirk's. Their band played this song. They did a fantastic rendition of it. Anyways... that is all for today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8526729073591481777?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8526729073591481777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8526729073591481777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8526729073591481777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8526729073591481777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/05/runnin-down-dream.html' title='Runnin&apos; Down A Dream'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-462700009065194652</id><published>2009-05-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:22:31.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Love, Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>It is funny. Since officially graduating (being done with student teaching) I have gotten a lot of the same comments:&lt;br /&gt;--Congrats, you must be so excited!! (eh, kind of)&lt;br /&gt;--You must be so proud to be done. (yeah, to a point)&lt;br /&gt;--Congrats, now you can start what you really want to do! (haha, yeah, but there are no jobs)&lt;br /&gt;--Well done, you must be relieved. (again, not really... at least I knew I would be going to school in the fall)&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite: Congrats, but I feel so bad for you. (yeah, I feel bad for myself and other college grads)&lt;br /&gt;Although I appreciate the support, I am ready to stop hearing all of that. Especially, the I feel so bad for you comment. Why? I know they feel bad, but I don't need to constantly hear it because there is nothing I can do about it. Yes, I graduated at the wrong time, but there is nothing anybody can do about it, except hope and pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am trying to figure out the best possible plan. Obtaining a job for the next school year is not looking the best right now; however, there is always the chance jobs will pop-up during the summer. As of right now, I am looking in grad school starting in the fall or winter. I will start subbing at the beginning of fall, and if I save up some money with subbing, then I will start taking grad classes. It might be easier to take these classes now, rather than later when I have my own classroom with constant papers, lesson plans, meetings, after school activities with students, etc... This truly might be a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working at the old coffeeshop I have been working for all throughout college. It is bittersweet. I never thought I would be back working with coffee after graduating college, but at least it is a job and it can be enjoyable at times. It is just difficult seeing what I could (potentially) earn in one day subbing, taking a week to earn at the coffeeshop. Gives me more character, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to keep myself entertained without spending money-- it has been extremely difficult. For example, yesterday I went and biked 20 miles at the YMCA and then ran 4 miles because I had nothing else better to do. I am going to try and find some more work or volunteer thing or something to do to enhance my resume. I just don't know where to start. Hmmmmmm, I need to brainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point of this blog was I found the right love and passion in my life, but just at the wrong point/ time to start that career-- unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-462700009065194652?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/462700009065194652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=462700009065194652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/462700009065194652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/462700009065194652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-love-wrong-time.html' title='Right Love, Wrong Time'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-6241533582253900573</id><published>2009-05-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:31:38.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Search Update</title><content type='html'>Since I have finished student teaching, I have been battling the school district about subbing. This is the process broken down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step includes the application. Sounds simple enough, huh. Well, the application itself is quite simple, however, the sub-parts to the application creates high blood pressure. The sub-parts includes: three reference forms, placement file from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt;, transcript, Washington State certificate of professional permit, federal and/or state criminal history background check form, resume, and cover letter. Most of this I can control, but some of these I cannot which includes the placement file, transcript, reference forms, and receiving the professional permit. And if you know me well, I do not have patience when I have nothing to do, and if it has to do with my career. I gave the reference forms to my references last week, (finally) received my permit on Saturday, and hopefully my transcript and placement file is being sent from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; as you read this. When I went downtown to speak with the Human Resources Department, the woman who I spoke with should not be working with the public. She informed me, basically, that I should not get my hopes in to substitute for the duration of the school year, and I need to submit my application, once again, for the next school year-- lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why is Jen working so hard, and worried, about getting all of this submitted quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The second part, before actually becoming a sub, is an once-a- month orientation that is on Monday the 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, if I don't get everything in by Friday, I cannot go to the orientation until June 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. And if I went to the one on June 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, there is only a week of school left; basically useless. I am restless because I know there are teachers at the high school who wants me to sub for them, however, I cannot unless I get this stuff on the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question: Should I continue applying for the subbing positions, or should I just get another 'summer' job-- meaning a minimum wage job.&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I am going back to my old job at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coffeeshop&lt;/span&gt; and I am applying for an online &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TAing&lt;/span&gt; job that edits papers for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ashford&lt;/span&gt; University. A friend of mine is doing it and she said that it is worth it. It is only about 10 hours a week and you can finish the papers at your leisure. Doesn't sound like a bad gig, plus this will keep up my English credentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that I will keep applying for teaching jobs throughout the summer, praying and hoping for the best. One of my cooperating teachers told me that he would be completely shocked if I won't have a teaching job at the end of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience. I just need patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been difficult not going back into the classroom, especially when I see students around town. One told me they have been talking about me in class. One of the classes took a vote and they want me to finish teaching for the duration of the school year. And the students want me to come back and see them before graduation-- and to come to graduation. They want me to visit them before they walk out for graduation. We will see. I know I will visit the school before they graduate, but we will see about graduation. It feels good, knowing, that they miss me as much as I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep hoping and praying with me for a job so I can share my passion with students!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-6241533582253900573?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6241533582253900573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=6241533582253900573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6241533582253900573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6241533582253900573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/05/job-search-update.html' title='Job Search Update'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3456969497044518505</id><published>2009-05-09T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:41:53.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Draft</title><content type='html'>Mom mentioned to me while we were on our walk this evening about misspelled words in my blog. I would like to mention that I do not proofread my blog. And to all those out there, I must say, that is NOT what you are supposed to do. I am going to, from now on, practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3456969497044518505?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3456969497044518505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3456969497044518505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3456969497044518505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3456969497044518505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-draft.html' title='First Draft'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1281830541210060995</id><published>2009-05-07T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:36:56.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Four Months</title><content type='html'>Officially done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been done for about a week. I figured it would be a fantastic time to actually write a blog; throughout student teaching, I never really had the chance to sit down and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grown as a person, but even more so as a teacher. One of the most difficult parts, while student teaching, was not knowing if I was truly making a difference in (at least) one life. Although I created a 118 page (single spaced) analysis of my positive impact on student learning, I saw that I did create a huge impact on their knowledge about &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;, but I was curious to know whether I impacted a life. I know that I will not make student love English-- some won't and I am okay with that. But, I want to make a difference in helping, lighting that single flame, inspiring, guiding, or whatever it is... I want to make that difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout student teaching I was able to quickly connect with students. Dave and Molly (cooperating teachers) were impressed with how much the student took to me. Normally, the students rebel against the student teachers for various reasons, but the students respected me and from what Molly and Dave observed they liked me (yay). Because I am teaching English, students open up through writing. Let me tell you, some of what the students shared was deep and meaningful to them-- I learned a lot about these seniors (also the juniors, but not as much). On my last day, I never realized as to how difficult it was going to be to say goodbye. I received some notes from students, hugs, parties, and little thank you's in different ways. One student I had been struggling with the entire semester, for him, made the smallest gesture, but that little gesture made me fee so good to know that he respected me and was thanking me. The little gesture was putting up the chairs at the end of the day-- the chairs that are normally left down for me to put up since students were in class or students didn't want to put them up. Needless to say, when he started putting up those chairs, I had to do a double take because I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here are some of the letters I receieved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Curtiss,&lt;br /&gt;You have been such a great teacher, and an even better friend. I am so glad that you were able to be here for the class and I felt extremely close and comfortable with yo. You are an inspiration and mentor in my eyes. I am so grateful to be able, and priveleged, to have you in my life. Although only for a short time, the impact is immense. I want you to know that you are a young woman with a great career ahead of you. Your passion and drive in helping students, makes others WANT to learn. I know that I am not the only one you have changed. Your great personality and happy smile all day, everyday, is such a great, great thing to have. Thank you for showing me even more that I can do what I want, and never settle for less. Ms. Curtiss, I thank you! Keep in touch, please-- I may need your help in the future in college. Thank you so much again! Best of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Curtiss,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to thank you. This has definitely been my all time favorite class and a lot of it is thanks to you. English has always been a favorite of mine, but I've never had a class like this. Everyday I came to school and I was excited for this class, and being a senior, with seniorities since 9th grade, you know that is a big deal. I know you're going to be a great teacher and I am really excited for you. You've helped me understand things a lot better, I've learned a lot from you-- so thank you. Also, being able to connect with you has helped a lot and been a great experience. I've always been afraid or uncomfortable around teacher, but not with you-- that is a good thing. I'm more eager and excited for my life at college next year and that is thanks to you! I know Ill have a lot of advice to take with me from you, that definitely means so much. I wish the best for you and if you get a job at ER, I'll definitely come by and visit. You'll always be one of those teachers I won't forget. So, thank you for being part of my senior year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Side note, I hope these don't sound too odd just out of the blue, or out of context, but if you knew these students, this is saying a lot**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... that is all for now. Update later about the job search...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1281830541210060995?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1281830541210060995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1281830541210060995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1281830541210060995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1281830541210060995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-four-months.html' title='Past Four Months'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2013093519147846007</id><published>2009-04-18T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:30:54.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few weeks</title><content type='html'>The last time I posted was a couple weeks ago when I was in Chicago. Unfortunately, I had to return to reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming week is my last full-time teaching week!! I cannot believe that I am so close to being done. After this week, it will be smooth sailing for the last two weeks. I have grown extremely attached to all 170 (plus) students that I have. Although some do test my patience and my trust, I will miss them. I have gotten requests to chaperone the senior ball and be a 'row captain' for graduation because they want me to lead them out... but I will not be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news about being done is that I will not miss my WSU supervisor. She has her good and bad days. At times she tests my patience because she is very opinionated about teaching and some of it depends on perspective. For example, during &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; I gave on pop quiz and in my reflection and analysis for my WSU "final," she said in response that pop quizzes are unfair and unproductive, but I disagree since my students all did well, the lowest score was a 70%. If you prepare the students enough for the quiz, there shouldn't be a problem with answering the questions. I am glad to be done with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am headed over to one of my cooperating teacher's house for dinner with his family. He is grilling some food. I am excited to meet his 8-year-old daughter since it is all he talks about, and his wife. I have already have met his wife and she is very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I went to a job fair at the Tacoma Dome. Definitely wasted my money going because districts were not accepting resumes or applications, and definitely not conducting interviews. Each district informed me: go online and apply, we will not know whether we are hiring or not until the end of May or June. Great. Just great. So if anybody hears of any jobs, please let me know. I also need a full-time summer job. I have absolutely no idea where places are hiring. Side note: if you know of a district hiring, I am willing to even move out of state. Example, San Diego is giving incentives to teachers to retire-- who knows, I might end up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is just a quick update about my life. Hope all is going well for everybody! Summer is hopefully coming soon-- we can skip spring and just jump into summer!! Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2013093519147846007?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2013093519147846007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2013093519147846007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2013093519147846007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2013093519147846007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-few-weeks.html' title='Last few weeks'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3542444324006026210</id><published>2009-04-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:40:17.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Trip</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I have posted a blog. Student teaching, as I thought, is completely exahusting and draining. But right now, I am in Chicago visiting my friend Chris who is attening law school. I arrived on Tuesday night and last night was the first day we were able to go do something and here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3arF62tI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p3uHZLP8sBo/s1600-h/100_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149097447611090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3arF62tI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p3uHZLP8sBo/s200/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This above is just a random picture from us driving downtown. Passing over a bridge. The pictures below are from a bar/restaurant on top of a building... story number 95. And the first picture is from the ladies restroom. Fantastic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3akbh7yI/AAAAAAAAAr4/T5L3y3LJRfo/s1600-h/100_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149095659204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3akbh7yI/AAAAAAAAAr4/T5L3y3LJRfo/s200/100_0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3acieaqI/AAAAAAAAArw/bOaz77P9tOs/s1600-h/100_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149093540850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3acieaqI/AAAAAAAAArw/bOaz77P9tOs/s200/100_0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3aMcCkKI/AAAAAAAAAro/4cQraMPD51A/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149089218891938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3aMcCkKI/AAAAAAAAAro/4cQraMPD51A/s200/100_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one below is a picture from Chris' aparment. Down by the water is a nice little trail that I ran on this morning. It was a great morning jog along the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3ZvzLmZI/AAAAAAAAArg/EcJrhApzGsg/s1600-h/100_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149081531324818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3ZvzLmZI/AAAAAAAAArg/EcJrhApzGsg/s200/100_0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3542444324006026210?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3542444324006026210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3542444324006026210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3542444324006026210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3542444324006026210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicago-trip.html' title='Chicago Trip'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SdT3arF62tI/AAAAAAAAAsA/p3uHZLP8sBo/s72-c/100_0808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4471510815440567732</id><published>2009-03-01T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:15:01.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet Quiz #1</title><content type='html'>I gave my seniors their first quiz. The day before, I reviewed Act I with them; asking questions that were going to be on the quiz. You would think that after me saying, "I would pay attention and take notes," students would do just that. However, I was mistaken. Here is an example of one quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Explain the significane of the ghost. What are two possible reasons he keeps returning.&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: The ghost is the king. He is trying to distract others from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: The ghost is King Hamlet. The ghost represents purgatory, unfinished buisness, etc... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the guards' conversation, we learn about an outside force that threatens the security of Denmark. Who or what is the outside force?&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: The ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: Prince Fortinbras in Norway because he wants to avenge his father's death because King Hamlet killed King Fortinbras in battle over land.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When the audience first meets Hamlet, he is depressed and angry. Explain two possible reasons for his bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Students answer: I would be depressed to if my name was Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: Father just died, mother married uncle, and Hamlet was supposed to take throne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is King Claudius' speech important? Provide two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: It explains whats going on... even though I still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: Setting the tone for his throne. He shows he is two-sided and cannot be trusted. He wants Elsinore to forget about King Hamlet's death and focus on the marriage that is happy....etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are the two main elements of a soliloquy?&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: Monologue, both sided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: Character is alone, speaking what is on their mind-- like speaking aloud to yourself, uncensored thoughts to know how the character is truly feeling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why are Ophelia's brother and father opposed to her seeing more of Hamlet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: Because Hamlet took her in the closet and got angry with her and held her hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: The brother does not want her heart to get broken because he doesn't think Hamlet truly loves her. Her father wants to protect his public image. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who murders King Hamlet? How does Hamlet's father die (specifically).&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: I honestly don't remember... oh wait, yes I do, he died of ear poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Herbona in a vial that turned into leperosy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How does the Ghost want Hamlet ot prove his love for his father?&lt;br /&gt;To tell her the other guy kill the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: By avenging his father's death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. According to the Ghost, what should Hamlet do about his mother?&lt;br /&gt;Student answer: Ignore her, she keeps interrupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Correct answer: Do not do anything-- leave her alone. Let her die a natural death, and the afterlife will judge her. That will be her punishment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This student is extremely intelligent, but he was not listening during class, therefore did not do well on the quiz. Poor students, they having progress reports this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4471510815440567732?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4471510815440567732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4471510815440567732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4471510815440567732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4471510815440567732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/03/hamlet-quiz-1.html' title='Hamlet Quiz #1'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3637663699149108516</id><published>2009-02-22T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:04:39.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvsmRuRp4cM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvsmRuRp4cM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man oh man alive! Student teaching is going quickly, perhaps too fast because it feels as if I cannot stay caught up. I have heard from numerous sources that this does not stop after student teaching, especially the first couple years of teaching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past week, although a 4-day week, it seemed longer. Tuesday was a sprint to the end of the day. As the first day back from a 4-day weekend, I knew it was going to be a struggle with the students, especially since they would not remember anything about &lt;em&gt;Hamlet. &lt;/em&gt;I was trying to decide how to refresh the student's memory about the text, but keep caught up with what we are supposed to be reading. Furthermore, my first Performance- Based Pedagogy Assessment (PPA) was being conducted-- FIRST PERIOD! What does that phrase mean? &lt;a href="http://www.k12.wa.us/certification/profed/PPA.aspx"&gt;http://www.k12.wa.us/certification/profed/PPA.aspx&lt;/a&gt; If you are &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;curious about the documents I had to prepare, my observation, and everything I had to do... that is the link. Out of the 57 things I need to pass, I passed 47. In the end, that is great because now I only have 10 left to pass. But Tuesday was crazy since there was an hour of debriefing with my supervisor. During that hour, I have to move rooms and change prepare and get ready for the classes. But, when the supervisor keeps you until 2 minutes before the bell rings, 4th period becomes a bit hectic. For the most part my 4th period are easy going and helped me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, it was a pretty good week. Sixth period is still a little trying. I was able to grab a drink with a friend on Saturday night who is also student teaching. He and I swapped stories and are having the same troubles. I am not feeling as bad about the teaching thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Week number four begins tomorrow... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3637663699149108516?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3637663699149108516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3637663699149108516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3637663699149108516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3637663699149108516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-highway.html' title='Life is a Highway'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7905331383117610463</id><published>2009-02-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:19:01.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 Complete</title><content type='html'>What a week! It was definitely a rollercoaster. I had great days, bad class periods... nervous days, relaxed days. The four-day week seemed longer than a normal five-day week. One of the best elements about student teaching is that it is never mundane-- ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a great day. Although my junior class has been testing my patience, for the most part the students are doing the work that they need to do. During my one senior class Monday we started reading &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;. And believe me when I say this, they were not thrilled one bit. I have been struggling trying to figure out of how in-depth I should go with the text. If I touch just the surface level information, the students will not become involved with the text or characters, in the end not caring. However, if I dig really deep, the students might become a tad confused. Act 1 scene 1 of &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;, and although it is extremely short, it took the entire period to get through just the first scene. Some students did find it interesting, others were confused, and a few just didn't care. But overall, the majority of the single senior class I taught Monday understood-- yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had two wonderul and FUN periods-- the last period not so much. The first two periods are my favorite periods for vastly different reasons, but I truly enjoy both of them. The first period is a little quiet, most of them were AP students junior year, but wanted to take a year off before hitting the books hard in college. These students care and do well, thus the conversations are interesting and become quite intense. The period of it has so much energy, fun, and make me laugh. Because I have mostly males in this class, it can be difficult to quiet them down, but they do respect me and even if they don't care about &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; they do listen and want to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side story about this period. Not today Friday, but the Friday before the majority of the students in this period were having a bad day. They were not going to focus long enough unless I let them talk, letting out their frustration. I told them that for one minute, all of them could yell, scream, cry, whatever they want to, but they had to give me their full attention after. As the minute started, the principal walked in to say hi. He heard through the grapevine I had started full-time teaching. Brian (principal) walked over to me, I said hi and told him what they were doing. He laughed and said okay that is perfectly fine. He and I talked a few minutes more, then he left. About a half hour later, he walks back in as the students were analyzing &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight, &lt;/em&gt;comparing the movie with the characteristics of a tragedy. Brian said, "this is awesome, I wish I could stay and listen to this lesson!" I was feeling pretty good about that entire situation. Since this period has about 6 senior boy basketball players in it, their last game was Saturday. I decided to go, give support (as you are supposed to). One of my best friend's little brother is also on the basketball team, his parents were nice enough to let me sit with them during the game. After the game I saw Brian, went to say hello. He asked me how the rest of the period went on Friday because he said, "those boys have a ton of energy, looked like you were doing well with them. I am not going to lie, I came back to check on you, making sure you were still alive." I just replied with, "oh those boys are great, lots of energy, but I can definitely handle it. I love a class with that much energy." Anyways, Brian was happy I came, he said that the boys were going to appreciate me coming-- they definitely did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to this past week. My last period Tuesday definitely tested my buttons. These students just don't care in general. Some do, but for the most part they do not. I have been struggling with them. As we started &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; on Tuesday, I knew it was going to be a war in terms of keeping their attention. Throughout the lesson, I kept demanding their attention. Half way through, I stopped because they were not respecting me and if they do not want to hear it to become successful, I will not waste my time to teach the lesson. As I turned on the movie to visualize and listen to the first scene, I was hoping these students would sit and listen. However, I was totally wrong. One student found a stick. I am still clueless as to where he found it, others were throwing paper, some were talking, etc... As each second ticked by, my blood pressure was rising. The movie clip ended with 10 minutes left. When I was turning on the lights, students were putting up their chairs to leave, at that time I blew up. I yelled, "NO! PUT THOSE CHAIRS DOWN NOW! SIT DOWN YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES LEFT! WE ARE NOT FINISHED!" And when I say I yelled, little meek Jen yelled loudly. These students just looked at me and all sat down at once. For the next 10 minutes remaining, these students receieved a lecture about respect. I will ouline my lecture for you...&lt;br /&gt;1) If I am talking, it is important. I am not talking to listen to myself talk. You need to be quiet and listen.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;, I am not here to teach myself about this text, I am teaching you. You need to listen and learn.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you cannot respect property, me, and peers that want to learn then leave because you are wasting my time and other people's time.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am disappointed in all of you because I see so much potential that is not being used.&lt;br /&gt;5) You have lost my respect because you are acting like children, thus will be treated as that until you gain my respect back. That will be difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;6) Tomorrow is a fresh start, I expect you to come in with a different attitude.&lt;br /&gt;7) There will be consequences for your actions-- if you have actions that are good, the consequence will be good. If it is bad, then you will have a bad consequence to expect. Expectations are high, you need to exceed these expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those students all left in silence. The next day they all were on their best behavior. There are two students who I am starting to get through to. But, that is for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another break through with two junior girls who were testing me. Both asked if they could use the restroom. Since they are both friends, I told they could go one at a time. I went to another student to help, and apparently both left. They didn't go just to the restroom, they decided to go to the student store to buy, I think they were juices or something... iced tea, who knows. It doesn't really matter. Why? 1) Because students are not allowed to have open drinks in class because there are laptops around 2) They did not ask to go 3) Disrespected me. What did I do one might ask. WELL, after they sat down, I finished helping the student I was working with. Walked over and said, "I did not tell you that you both could go to the bathroom together. I did not tell you that you could go buy drinks from the student store. You are not allowed to have open drinks in this class because of the laptops that are being used. This is not acceptable. You disrespected me and the rules." So, I picked up the drinks and threw them in the trash. My cooperating teacher looked at me and smiled. As I walked past the girls, one said, "I don't care, it was only $2." I figured that didn't deserve a response, I continued to another student's desk. She said a little louder, "I SAID, I don't care." A little later, I went back to their desks because they were putting on makeup instead of working on their research project. Because they already had a week to produce part of it, I told them they needed to turn in something to me for points. What did they turn in? Nothing, they didn't have anything done. They get zero's. My cooperating teacher said that I was able to take that action because the majority of the other students had their work turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is just about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7905331383117610463?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7905331383117610463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7905331383117610463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7905331383117610463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7905331383117610463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-2-complete.html' title='Week 2 Complete'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5540318737384483237</id><published>2009-02-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:10:54.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>Here are some lessons I have learned my first week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be direct- This is the one area my supervisor told me to work on for the next time she comes to observe. The way I was brought up was to say 'please' and 'thank you.' However, with teenagers you need to be direct. Example, you sit. Another example, you work now. Cut the fat of the directions and be direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teaching is exhausting- Friday night I wanted to be productive; however, that did not occur. I laid down on the couch and didn't move much from there. Even today I am still sluggish. Teaching drains the energy out of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Organization- This is 33.3% key to success in the teaching world. I have three different bags, 4 different binders, one bin with folders and dividers at home, one at school, and a box for the journals-- this is so far. I need more binders for attendance and grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sixth period- They are the most trying because these students just don't care in general. They don't care about grades, who they get in trouble by (i.e. administration), don't listen, etc... On Tuesday I felt completely defeated-- didn't know what to do. Wednesday I started to nip it in the butt. I figured out what to do. I called in six students during JAG time (study hall time). I talked to them individually. It is starting to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later... again, back to planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5540318737384483237?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5540318737384483237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5540318737384483237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5540318737384483237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5540318737384483237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/02/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4602810923727945881</id><published>2009-01-28T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:08:37.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLETED BLOG-- finally!!</title><content type='html'>This blog has been on my 'to-do' list. For some reason, however, I never get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good-- still. The anxiety of starting Monday is starting to build. The list of 'stuff' I need to accomplish before Monday is starting to build. The questions from students about me teaching... are starting to build. The excitement (I think you know where this is going)... is starting to build. I just hope that this 'building' phase will not crash into pieces once I start teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest concerns is classroom management because it is only within my control to a point. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ultimately, the students are in control of whether they listen, or not. Both Dave and Molly said that I should be 'fine'. The reassurance is wonderful, but yet again, I just want to start. I do not want to think about it anymore because the more I think about it or am asked, "are you ready?" makes me wonder... am I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;ready for this? Luckily, I have mentor teachers who believe in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As for the stories about students, there are some. None that are truly worth telling. As for now, I need to work on &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4602810923727945881?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4602810923727945881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4602810923727945881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4602810923727945881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4602810923727945881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/completed-blog-finally.html' title='COMPLETED BLOG-- finally!!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5591672842998295259</id><published>2009-01-21T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:53:30.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apologies for not updating this more often. By the time I get home from school and after working on the &lt;em&gt;Hamlet &lt;/em&gt;unit I hardly feel like writing. Things are going well thus far, but yet again, it is only the third week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will officially 'take over' the classes on Feb. 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5591672842998295259?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5591672842998295259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5591672842998295259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5591672842998295259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5591672842998295259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-apologies-for-not-updating-this-more.html' title=''/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5624899103591928846</id><published>2009-01-17T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:12:33.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'n' Roll Time</title><content type='html'>For quite a while I have been considering running a half-marathon. A couple teachers at ER are running marathons so I have been talking with them about it. But I believe I have found the one I would like to do and a friend of mine said that he might run it with me. It is in June so it will give me more than enough time to train for it. I ran 10 miles today so I am not too worried about running the entire race. The race is called the Rock 'n' Roll Seattle. At each mile they provide a band as you run by it. Honestly, it sounds like a blast! I will keep you updated with the decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5624899103591928846?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5624899103591928846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5624899103591928846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5624899103591928846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5624899103591928846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-n-roll-time.html' title='Rock &apos;n&apos; Roll Time'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-9181183082602102398</id><published>2009-01-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:44:26.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inner Teacher</title><content type='html'>I have opened up this blog about 10 times tonight, in hope to actually write a blog. I have gotten distracted by &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt; "stuff", phone calls, looking at information for the Junior research paper, and just everything else!&lt;br /&gt;This week is going really well. I have been able to step up my involvement within the classroom. I am learning names, interacting with the students, being able to help answer questions during work time, lead small groups, take attendance, etc... I can feel the transition! Today I was in the hallway and a student (whom I do not have) was cussing. I gave him 'the teacher look,' his friend hit him on the side and said, "dude, you better watch it, she is a teacher." Guess that teacher look actually does work!&lt;br /&gt;What else has happened? During class one student was texting while I was walking the room. I stood off to the side of him to see if he would notice me. His friend from across the table, kicked him under the table. The boy looked at me as I said, "you really think you were going to get away with texting during class?" He said, "I was texting about the book." In response, "yeah, I bet you were. Put it away and work on what you are &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be working on." It comes quite naturally...&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get some sleep! Night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-9181183082602102398?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/9181183082602102398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=9181183082602102398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9181183082602102398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9181183082602102398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/inner-teacher.html' title='The Inner Teacher'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-34076100671679513</id><published>2009-01-11T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:07:11.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>The first couple days were uneventful. Because the high school is on a block schedule (minus Wednesday's) I only observed the first two days. It was interesting to see how the students reacted to the news of a student teacher. As I was talking to one of my mentor teachers about the previous class, the next class started to walk in. One girl said in a ugh-is that our student teacher voice, "is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;our student teacher?" I decided to take matters into my own hands, not waiting for Molly to respond, replied with a- you better watch your tone with me, even though I might look like your age tone, "you bet I am." But, for the most part, as I suspected, students truly did not care if I was going to be teaching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I was able to introduce myself to the students and begin to know them a little better. In essence, I stood 'took over' the classes. Dave told me to tell them a bit about myself, however, I figured that students would not care if I shared information about me. I remember being a senior, not really caring about that type of information. Instead, I opened the door for students to ask the burning questions they had about me. After I let them ask questions, I had them write a little about themselves... so I am able to know who I am working with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school on Wednesday was the first staff meeting. It is so unreal to walk into these because (especially the teacher lounge) where all of my old teachers are there and now they are MY peers. I was introduced to the staff as a whole, specifically letting them know &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to give me a hall pass since I am not a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Thursday was a day off since the flooding was so substantial around this area. And Friday, well, I had a seminar/student teaching meeting with the coordinator and supervisors. The majority of the meeting was informing us how not to get sued. Then the last bit was to meet with our supervisors (and mine does not like me as of now... for whatever reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this week I will have more stories as I am becoming more involved. I will be working on the syllabus for the senior's today, perhaps if I am motivated to work on the unit for &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-34076100671679513?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/34076100671679513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=34076100671679513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/34076100671679513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/34076100671679513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2122031132989820895</id><published>2009-01-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:16:50.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Few</title><content type='html'>The first two days have gone smoothly. There is not too much to report since I have been observing both days; however, tomorrow I will be taking over most of the classes for the period. Perhaps I will have better stories tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2122031132989820895?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2122031132989820895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2122031132989820895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2122031132989820895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2122031132989820895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-few.html' title='First Few'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1311433117095222386</id><published>2009-01-03T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:42:24.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Fresh starts. Thanks to the calendar, they happen every year. Everybody sets their watch for January. This is our reward for surviving the holiday season: a new year. A brand new, fresh start. This brings the great tradition of New Year's resolutions. Put your past behind you, and start over. Although some do not believe in resolutions-- it is hard to resist the chance at the new beginning. This is a prime opportunity to put the problems of last year to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who determines when the old ends, and the new begins? New Years is just a day on a calendar; just like a birthday. New Years is an event. It can be either big or small. It has the potential to change, but on the other hand to stay the same. But in the end, people enjoy the holiday because it gives hope. The symbol of New Year is a baby, there is no better way to remind people of 'new life' than a baby. The new year is a new way of living and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories-- whether good or bad. What's important is that we never stop believing in a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that among the bad things, that there are still things really worth holding on to. With those things to hold on to, hold on tight and do not let them go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1311433117095222386?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1311433117095222386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1311433117095222386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1311433117095222386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1311433117095222386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7116662918121377835</id><published>2008-12-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:06:05.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to parent/guardian(s)</title><content type='html'>Dear parent/guardian(s),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to senior English. My name is Jennifer Curtiss and I will be your child’s teacher throughout the 2009-2010 school year. Recently, I graduated from Washington State University with a degree in English and a Secondary Education endorsement.  Also, I student taught at Emerald Ridge High School in Puyallup.  I am looking forward to spending the next couple of months with your young adult and with your cooperation, molding them into an academic achiever and fine member of the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This senior-level course incorporates reading and writing skills, through a study in literature from various countries, cultures, and time periods. We will be reading, discussing, and analyzing classic works from the Greeks and Romans all the way up to more modern pieces such as The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.  The focal point of the class will be freedom – more specifically: artistic, political, psychological, and physical freedoms. As we explore the various freedoms, students will analyze what makes liberty so important to the human mind and how can we, as society, remove the constraints that hold us back from achieving our greatest potential?&lt;br /&gt;The outlined assessments have been carefully analyzed to guarantee that each student is successful. Each student learns and absorbs information differently which means each student performs in a different way as well. Because your students will be entering the ‘real world’ next year, I place students in the driver’s seat. I am providing your child with the opportunity to be in-charge of their learning experiences and show responsibility. There is a class website with assignments, rubrics, syllabus, and grades to access at home. Furthermore, there will be two student led conferences (one each semester). Your student will be the one to lead the conference with guidance and they will be able to show off their progress in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summative assessments will consist of a majority of the points in this class. There will be a mid-term and final in order to ensure the development of critical thinking skills.  The other summative assessments include portfolios and papers. A portfolio allows the student to showcase his or her talent and growth as a writer, reader, and editor. This serves the needs of the student and it helps to create literate, confident, problem-solvers with confirmation of their success. I am weighing the summative assessments more because students will be demonstrating their knowledge gained from the entire unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, formative assessments, which are informal, will allow the student and I to look and reflect upon the learning process of specific skills. Dialectical journals will be used as a building block throughout each unit. It will help students break down literature and understand it easier.  More importantly, students will be able to relate the pieces, in some way, to their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participation is a vital aspect and of great importance to me as a teacher.  With creative and active lessons, students should be fully engaged for the duration of class. It is important for students to be attentive during class discussion, have material ready for that day, and be active in the learning process.  A set criterion for participation will be handed out the first day of class. Quizzes are important to evaluate each student’s knowledge; however, not all students do well on tests, which is why quizzes do not pull much weight. The results from these assessments will help me review, modify, and re-direct the learning that needs to occur in order for students to be successful.  Below, you will find a breakdown of the grading for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summative:&lt;br /&gt;a) Portfolios 30%&lt;br /&gt;b) Papers 30%&lt;br /&gt;c) Mid-term/Final 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formative:&lt;br /&gt;a) Dialectical Journals 15%&lt;br /&gt;b) Participation 10%&lt;br /&gt;c) Quizzes 5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is your student’s senior year, I do not find it necessary to compile a long list of rules and regulations. The students will be treated as adults; however, there will be little tolerance for behaviors that impede the learning experience (i.e. arriving late). My expectations are high for the students and I anticipate your child will take an active role in the learning process by coming prepared for class, being active in class discussion, and reading on a daily basis. On the same note, I realize that in order to place such high expectations on the students, I must first have high expectations for myself and am willing to devote the time and energy necessary to a productive and successful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the conclusion of the class, it is my sincere desire that your child is equipped with the critical thinking abilities necessary to tackle the challenges of life.  Furthermore, as a teacher, it is my goal to prepare your children for grand theater of life.  Therefore, I expect students to make a sincere effort to develop not only intellectually but morally as well.  because their attitude will reflect upon the class environment, and the students are in charge of their own attitude.  Finally, to me, education is more than learning and memorization.  I hope that your child embarks from this class as a changed individual, a difference maker in the world.  I ensure you that I will make all efforts to create a learning environment where this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to achieve such goals, it is important that I have your support and cooperation.  At this time, I would like to extend an invitation to touch base with you.  At your earliest convenience, please feel free to contact me at any of the means listed below. Again, I am thrilled to welcome you to senior English. I look forward to a phenomenal year with your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and last name&lt;br /&gt;1234 Street Number&lt;br /&gt;City name, State and Zip code&lt;br /&gt;(123) 456-9877&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:curtiss_jennifer@schooldistrict.edu"&gt;curtiss_jennifer@schooldistrict.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7116662918121377835?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7116662918121377835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7116662918121377835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7116662918121377835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7116662918121377835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-to-parentguardians.html' title='Letter to parent/guardian(s)'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-825500216107545128</id><published>2008-12-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:14:02.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate?</title><content type='html'>It finally hit me. I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781793343991762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SVreiSh-79I/AAAAAAAAAok/qFnq2vgztCU/s200/l_4c40259b32fe40b880827c120ec0145c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After graduation this picture was taken, I think the reaction in the photo was premature. Now, I feel like that. Ahhh! I graduated! I can't believe it! There are endless questions running through my brain. And much of these thoughts cannot be controlled and turning into sleepless nights... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will provide elaboration a bit later... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-825500216107545128?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/825500216107545128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=825500216107545128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/825500216107545128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/825500216107545128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduate_30.html' title='Graduate?'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SVreiSh-79I/AAAAAAAAAok/qFnq2vgztCU/s72-c/l_4c40259b32fe40b880827c120ec0145c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2368073923063641596</id><published>2008-12-21T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:47:50.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Safe and Sound</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a crazy week! After graduation, finals week started-- there is no slowing down after graduation. It was hard to study for a final that was on Monday at 10 am. I definitely did not do my best; it was hard for me to go into a final unprepared. But I realized, I have been prepared every other time throughout my college career, and one time won't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that final, I only had one more final to worry about-- that final was on Friday. Talk about being unmotivated to study by Thursday night. I tried to be prepared and study throughout the week, and I did end up doing that. However, it did not really help. Once Meggan was done on Tuesday it was hard for me to focus since she was done with everything. Additionally, I was just ready to leave. It was nice having time throughout the week to say goodbye to those I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meggan and her sister were planning on leaving on Thursday after her sister's last final; however, by Thursday the Gorge (the way they had to drive home) was closed. The snow had finally come full force and was covering Washington entirely. People were becoming increasingly worried about getting home-- panic started to rise in Pullman. On Thursday night, I realized that Brett would be unable to fly in to help me drive home. After a couple discussions with Mom and Dad on the phone, the plan on Thursday night was for me to make it to Ellensburg Friday. On Thursday night, starting at 8 I started packing the car. It was a blessing in disguise that Brett did not make it to Pullman, he would have been tied to the car roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning comes, Meggan gets up early to leave by 7. And once she leaves, I start picking more things up and cleaning so I am ready to leave the apartment (for good) by noon. I get on the internet, to check things out. Mom and I talk a little more, we decide that if the conditions are good enough, I should try to make it over the pass tonight. One little part I have yet to mention is that my final started at 3 and goes until 5. If everything would be on schedule, I would leave Pullman by 4 (the final would not take me more than an hour) and get home by 11 or midnight. I decided to try to email my TA to see if he would let me take the final early. As I kept my fingers crossed, I worked on getting out of the apartment. I was able to get out by 10 am, and then was nomadic for the next 10 hours. I went down the Daily Grind to study some more and check my email. To my suprise, my TA told me I could come in and take the final early. After reviewing my notes and study guide, I headed on in. I finished by noon and headed out of Pullman by 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked if I would cry leaving Pullman, well, I found out that I definitely did not cry-- peace out Pullman! A few miles outside of Pullman I found a backup. This backup was a line of students trying to leave Pullman, and the lights in Colfax were the reason for the backup. It took me an hour to get to Colfax. After that, it was smooth sailing on into Ellensburg (minus the fact my windshield wiper fluid was frozen solid). I hit Ellensburg at about five. I stopped to grab coffee and gas. Then, I headed to face the dreaded pass. Although the pass was not bad, it was still scary driving over while it was dark, by myself, and with ice/snow. The semi-trucks and regular trucks truly scared me. To add to that, I did not appreciate the fact you could not see the lines on the road, it was a free for all. I arrived back in Puyallup at about 8. I am glad that I made it home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple days I have been trying to unpack and organize my life, sounds easier than it really is. I am glad to be back home, it finally feels like Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2368073923063641596?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2368073923063641596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2368073923063641596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2368073923063641596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2368073923063641596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-safe-and-sound.html' title='Home Safe and Sound'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5027224019966341923</id><published>2008-12-18T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:22:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pullman</title><content type='html'>I realized that I did not post truly anything about graduation. It was a great, snowy day in Pullman. Luckily everybody made it to Pullman safe and sound. I was getting worried since the the snow arrived on Friday. I did not see anybody on Friday night, but went to dinner and bowled with Meggan's (roommate) family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232072855740098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0ls73XsI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9GK8dGmC2Mk/s200/100_0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was waiting to hear back from mom and dad. They kept saying they were close to Pullman; however, it was getting towards the time of having to leave for Beasley. I decided to go with Meggan and her dad to Beasley so I would not be late. Luckily, everybody made it safely to Beasley by the time I arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232084468168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0mYMe9gI/AAAAAAAAAoI/hwXV2BjMQ48/s200/100_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is when the graduates were directed to move down the tunnel-- finally. I think we waited about a half hour downstairs before walking out. I found out later we were waiting for people to arrive, or at least give extra time due to the weather conditions. Also, I would like to point out in the picture above about one of the English directors. His robe is all wrinkled, but just having a good time without caring-- stereotypical English prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0mFV7xqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/otB6RAayfj0/s1600-h/100_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232079407531682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0mFV7xqI/AAAAAAAAAoA/otB6RAayfj0/s200/100_0753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were walking in, we were just trying to have a good time. Sarah was rocking out to a song she was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0lKVWsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/e1_mKRNnLzs/s1600-h/100_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232063567409458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0lKVWsTI/AAAAAAAAAno/e1_mKRNnLzs/s200/100_0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be my advisor and professor-- more like a mentor. Barbara is amazing. She did so much for me while I was at WSU, helped me so much. There were only 5 English majors that walked, and one English teaching major (me) that walked. The professors are not required to come; however, she wanted to come watch me walk. She told me she gets too attached to us. I am extremely thankful for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232676216492482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq1I0oR0cI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AqoRgy0wQck/s200/100_0755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got a call from Brett asking whether I could see them or not. I figured I should take a picture of what I was able to see-- yes, that would be just a big crowd of people. I eventually found them up, up, up in the stands, but at least I found them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281232682282524322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq1JLOiHqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Ex1VcGQgLLU/s200/100_0757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the two English friends I was able to walk with: Katie and Sarah. That is right after we received our 'diploma.' We were one of the first groups to receive them-- pretty exciting!! After graduation, I was able to see everybody and hang out. After that full day, I was pretty exhausted; I fell asleep around 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week has been slow going. Not having a final until Friday a 3 pm creates a slow motion pace for the week. I am certainly glad that it is Thursday, and it is past noon. My roommate and I were discussing how we are in limbo; not really knowing how to feel. Right now, it doesn't feel or seem real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...we graduated, but begin student teaching January 5th; most of our 'things' are emptied out of the apartment, but we still have some 'things'; mostly everything is packed and clean, but not everything; trying to say goodbye to friends, but not really wanting to... I have never really felt this before; I think it is a little unnerving. On Tuesday, Meggan and I had our last 'fun' in Pullman together. The rest of this week I have had to either study or pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUqyZYaVFiI/AAAAAAAAAng/xkOfU9qFHCI/s1600-h/100_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281229662164686370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUqyZYaVFiI/AAAAAAAAAng/xkOfU9qFHCI/s200/100_0761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot believe I am leaving Saturday. I am ready to leave and start student teaching-- BRING IT ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5027224019966341923?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5027224019966341923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5027224019966341923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5027224019966341923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5027224019966341923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-pullman.html' title='Oh Pullman'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUq0ls73XsI/AAAAAAAAAnw/9GK8dGmC2Mk/s72-c/100_0744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8880070150120108254</id><published>2008-12-14T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:43:33.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUUpAmaY46I/AAAAAAAAAnY/V8HnfYbHG8U/s1600-h/DSCN0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671228449743778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUUpAmaY46I/AAAAAAAAAnY/V8HnfYbHG8U/s200/DSCN0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I graduated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8880070150120108254?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8880070150120108254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8880070150120108254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8880070150120108254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8880070150120108254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduate.html' title='GRADUATE'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUUpAmaY46I/AAAAAAAAAnY/V8HnfYbHG8U/s72-c/DSCN0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2590569503042772390</id><published>2008-12-12T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:51:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am graduating...</title><content type='html'>TOMORROW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2590569503042772390?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2590569503042772390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2590569503042772390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2590569503042772390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2590569503042772390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-graduating.html' title='I am graduating...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7781423117243694110</id><published>2008-12-10T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:57:54.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Days</title><content type='html'>As of 10:46 this morning, the check-off list has been dramatically cut, but it has also gotten longer. After my last geology lab (yay!!!) I was able to cut half of the 'to-do list.' Now, I revising one paper that is due on Friday. My goal is to finish this paper by the end of today so I can start studying for my last two finals that are next week. This past weekend my roommate and I started to get a little, well, tired. Finals are definitely getting to us-- especially since they are the final finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234390609744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAONoWLUhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ho12QyOmkQk/s200/100_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both sitting at the table working on homework. There was a bag of chips sitting next to us. Even at this moment, I am not too sure what possessed me to open up the bag and dump half of the bag on the table. Following that, Meggan started to eat them off the table. I really don't know what happened. But, there is the picture of evidence above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAOPZo4AGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PTAmbkYvIyQ/s1600-h/100_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234421021376610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAOPZo4AGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/PTAmbkYvIyQ/s200/100_0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday Meggan and I determined it was creative day. She had a poster to work on, and I had a grammar scrapbook to complete. I had already taken over the kitchen table on Friday. The table was covere in books and notebooks. But Sunday, it was being devoured by my scrapbook material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAOOr9rBPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iGm56y3QDCI/s1600-h/100_0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278234408760575218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAOOr9rBPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iGm56y3QDCI/s200/100_0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the scrapbook may sound fun, but it was just a pain. And, although I disliked it, it was beneficial. I would like to do that with my future students. It helped me go through in-print papers, magazines, and other materials to analyze the grammar-- helping me understand the techincial grammatical errors. Also, a scrapbook requirement was to analyze pieces of writing we wanted to eventually mirror. It was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this, after my tangent, is that I had the entire kitchen covered in scrapbook materials, and Meggan had the entire living room devoured as well. We are hoping that tomorrow while we pack, we can clean the apartment up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I am sitting here at the kitchen table, I only have one pile of books and a notebook. The pile is dimishing as my list gets longer of final packing, cleaning, and goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7781423117243694110?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7781423117243694110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7781423117243694110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7781423117243694110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7781423117243694110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-days.html' title='Final Days'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SUAONoWLUhI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ho12QyOmkQk/s72-c/100_0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8040860273680111907</id><published>2008-12-06T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:00:45.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Minus 6 Days</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my roommate and I decided it was time-- today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had a cup full of anxiety mixed with a freak out session. I realized how much stuff I had left to do before graduation on the 13th. To create a solution, Friday night I stayed in and I worked on homework until about midnight. I finished over half of the paper that was the biggest stressor in my life. Getting over half of it completed let me sleep through the night until 6 am. At that time, I decided to get out of bed and start working immediately. Today was a productive day of work. But, after about 6 or 7 hours of work, my roommate and I got ready, left the apartment to take graduation pictures. Her younger sister was kind enough to be our photographer; she did an excellent job. There are just a couple of the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVLd-F8VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xBAcnwtQANs/s1600-h/100_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905043906654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVLd-F8VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xBAcnwtQANs/s200/100_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This on campus. There are almost all brick buildings that make the campus look gorgeous. Meggan's sister told me to 'work it' at this time-- I tried my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVK3qFM3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Jb8Y-FQg7lA/s1600-h/100_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905033622172530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVK3qFM3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Jb8Y-FQg7lA/s200/100_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to look studious like the big man on the building with the book behind me. I think I win the contest of who looks smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVKPkzGNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MhKv8g8frWk/s1600-h/100_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905022862596306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVKPkzGNI/AAAAAAAAAmg/MhKv8g8frWk/s200/100_0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sign is right before you enter Pullman. As I was standing there, celebrating by myself, people were driving by honking and cheering!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVJq1HwgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zAzPawzyKfk/s1600-h/100_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276905012998947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVJq1HwgI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zAzPawzyKfk/s200/100_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of three 'homes' that I lived at. The building parallel to the Education Addition (you can see it right behind me) is Cleveland that was the other Education building (house number 2). The last building, Avery (English home) did not have the sign yet. There had been construction outside of that building throughout the semester, and was just completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was about 50 pictures taken today. After graduation next Saturday, there will be more pictures posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8040860273680111907?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8040860273680111907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8040860273680111907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8040860273680111907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8040860273680111907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/t-minus-6-days.html' title='T-Minus 6 Days'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/STtVLd-F8VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xBAcnwtQANs/s72-c/100_0729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3581511285044460266</id><published>2008-12-05T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:37:24.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Things...</title><content type='html'>Before the 12th, these are the finals to complete:&lt;br /&gt;1) Geology extra credit (write about a mineral)- I know you are jealous!&lt;br /&gt;2) Geology lab quiz- even more exciting than writing about a mineral&lt;br /&gt;3) Writing my last English paper- CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;4) Finish writing my reflection for the practicum this semester&lt;br /&gt;5) Write grammar reflection that requires me to finish the English paper&lt;br /&gt;6) Grammar scrapbook- my prof's was 50 pages!&lt;br /&gt;7) Turn in portfolio for EdPsych&lt;br /&gt;** Then two finals during finals week, and then I am done**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3581511285044460266?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3581511285044460266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3581511285044460266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3581511285044460266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3581511285044460266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-things.html' title='The Last Things...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7569560597446744108</id><published>2008-12-02T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:41:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Courtesy</title><content type='html'>Today I saw something that made me smile. Like always, the 5 o'clock bus that I take back to the apartment is packed. Well a couple men gave up their seats for girls that were standing. You definitely do not see that very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7569560597446744108?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7569560597446744108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7569560597446744108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7569560597446744108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7569560597446744108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/12/bus-courtesy.html' title='Bus Courtesy'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4725959614620554233</id><published>2008-11-30T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:33:43.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish Strong</title><content type='html'>I am back safe and sound in Pullman. These next three weeks will be a challenge to stay motivated and focused. But, the good news is that I am ready to finish strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need to give a shout out to cousin Alissa for always showing where she gets her cute backgrounds for her blog! Thanks cuz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4725959614620554233?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4725959614620554233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4725959614620554233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4725959614620554233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4725959614620554233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/finish-strong.html' title='Finish Strong'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2311052465954242634</id><published>2008-11-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:28:09.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks...</title><content type='html'>... that the countdown is at two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey back to Pullman is more difficult than usual. Not only because I know that I am almost done over there, but because it feels like I am in limbo. When I came home for break, I decided to bring home a load of my stuff; I found out that was a good idea. For now, however, I know if I put the stuff away I have other things that I need to put away as well. So I will be just tracing back my steps again in three weeks. As I look around the room, I know that most of this stuff will stay but I still need to bring some of it back. The good news is that I do not have much more to bring back in three weeks. When I moved in June I only had to take two full card loads over to my new place and some of it, I am not taking back to Puyallup with me. I knew for a fact, it would be an easy move home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am back to Pullman tomorrow. It is bittersweet. I think it will be a little bit of a rough two weeks with tons of homework and finals to complete with packing and getting ready for family. But, it (obviously) will be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2311052465954242634?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2311052465954242634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2311052465954242634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2311052465954242634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2311052465954242634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks...'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8428711074259589793</id><published>2008-11-25T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:59:42.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Mentors, 5 Classes = Best Opportunity</title><content type='html'>Looking through past posts, I realized I did not share my joy of receiving my placement for student teaching. On Halloween the student teaching coordinator called me, telling me that I was placed at Emerald Ridge High School (high school I graduated from). I was jumping up and down in Target with great excitement. The news could not have come at a better time since I was becoming increasingly frustrated; peers in my program have been getting their placements. Although Del did not have my mentor teacher's name, I was still thrilled to know my placement. About a week later, mom called me up telling me that in the mail, there was a letter from the Puyallup School District. At first I was not going to have her open it; I thought for a second longer and had her open it. And in her hands was my TWO mentor teachers: Dave Rosdahl and Molly Sussee. Dave I had as my senior english teacher. Molly was hired in 2005, a year after I graduated. Thrilled beyond belief, I contacted the two immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to meet with Dave and Molly. I could not have asked or dreamed of a better fit. Their personalities combined with mine is perfect. One of the main concerns was having two classrooms, would mean creating two totally different lesson sets (i.e. 2 sets of senior english lessons). However, both Molly and Dave are flexible and will be allowing my freedom to use my own unit/lessons, just as long as I stick to the learning targets the district created. Having two mentors also means running back and forth from two rooms; however, that is only on one day that I need to worry about that. I will be teaching 3 senior and 2 junior classes, with an advisory, and planning period. Since the school is on a block system, I will spending Monday and Thursday with Dave, and then running back and forth between classrooms on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. Both are allowing me to tell them when I am comfortable to full-time teach. They said if I am comfortable on the 2nd day, they will hand over the reigns and let me run with it. Again, it is up to me. Molly explained it this way: it is my student teaching experience, it is up to you how you want it to turn out; you need to communicate with us what makes you comfortable and what you need from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is something I am great at- no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for about 2 hours talking. Towards the end, Dave and I were shooting the breeze about just random issues/concerns and how unreal this is. Brian (principal) and Dave were looking through the student teaching prospects and came across my name. First off, Brian was not my principal, but both saw my name and wondered if it was the same girl that graduated years ago from ER. They looked up my name and sure enough it was me. And apparently both of them were excited and said we have to get her back here. That is how it came about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8428711074259589793?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8428711074259589793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8428711074259589793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8428711074259589793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8428711074259589793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-mentors-5-classes-best-opportunity.html' title='2 Mentors, 5 Classes = Best Opportunity'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7966814313731748801</id><published>2008-11-20T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:20:07.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpy Ride</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I have actually written a post- my apologies. Once my Education Psychology teacher handed out 6 remaining projects for the semester (over half of the points for the semester), homework was kicked into high gear. However, there was good news from her today. She decided, with our help that the last two projects were not needed and were excessive; therefore, she is dropping the two projects. This means, there is one project left for the class!! Also, I received one of the assessments that we turned in a while back, full score and plus some. She copied to make an example for next semester. Overall, I guess it is a good assessment, but I did not think it was that good. I will have to put it on this blog for you all to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has happened? I finished my last day at Cafe Moro. I figured I didn't need the added stress of working the last couple weeks during finals. Therefore, no more coffee making for a while!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, my roommate (also one of my best friends) went down to Arizona to see her boyfriend for the weekend. The last time I talked to him he told me he was going to propose to Meggan that weekend. On Saturday I was waiting for the phone call from her. Believe me, it was hard not to say ANYTHING when she left on Friday- I definitely had to bite my tongue. But she is offically engaged! The wedding will not be until summer 2010, but I am still excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that is the update for now... here is the performance based assessment (well, the directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Title of Performance Assessment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocalizing Injustices in Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rationale:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using rubrics give students a chance to show all of their ideas and work. Creating a collection of work can let the students improve their organization of thoughts, and more importantly see the logic in that organization. Once the students understand the logic, they will be able to put their own style and use their own voice within the portfolio explicitly the last poem in which they write. Creating a portfolio that showcases the talent and growth of the student as a writer, reader, and editor serves the needs of the student, and it helps to create literate, confident problem-solvers who have tangible evidence of their success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning Targets:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Students will be able to recall and define literary devices: metaphor, simile, and symbolism, point of view; and, be able to give an example of each.&lt;br /&gt;2. Students will be able to identify literary devices as an assessment tool for analyzing pieces of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Students will be able to use the knowledge gained from analyzing poetry and identifying literary devices to create a poetry portfolio of multiple pieces of poets and explain how their poetry was used to speak out against social injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning Target used for Performance Based Assessment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students will be able to use the knowledge gained from analyzing poetry and identifying literary devices to create a poetry portfolio of multiple pieces of poets and explain how their poetry was used to speak out against social injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This target assesses the knowledge of the previous targets in the used; therefore, in the performance the students will be able to demonstrate their full understanding of the unit. The portfolio will show their knowledge gained and their overall comprehension- being able to put each piece together of the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be creating a poetry portfolio. In the portfolio you must provide a minimum of three pieces of poetry that show how poets used literature as a medium to speak about social injustices during a broad range of time periods. With the three examples, there needs to be a minimum of one paragraph analysis explaining how the poet capitalized upon using poetry. This can include the way the poet used: poetic devices, words used, symbols, the time period, etc… the possibilities are endless. The final piece is that you must create a poem that reflects an important present day social injustice, and attached a one paragraph explanation. This portfolio will be created throughout the unit, and turned in at the end of the unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closure:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To debrief the assignment, the students will share with peers. Furthermore, there will be a discussion about what the students learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s Next:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This project will help the students prepare personal thoughts about poetry. They will be able to express how they feel using this type of medium as a tool for speaking out against social injustice- explaining whether it is effective or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rubric:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated which type of rubric to use, and I started with an analytic grid first. However, that did not serve the type of purpose in grading the students. In the portfolio, it is the easiest for both the student and teacher to have a check-off list of the requirements. To grade portfolios is objective in a sense so having a check-off list with the most important aspects listed seemed like the most logical sense. It will be easy to go through the checklist and the portfolio to find the elements listed. Using the holistic rubric gives both the student and teacher a tiny bit of wiggle room for creativity. The students need to have the freedom to improve their writing, ideas, and formulate it themselves- to make it their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7966814313731748801?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7966814313731748801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7966814313731748801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7966814313731748801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7966814313731748801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/bumpy-ride.html' title='Bumpy Ride'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2324265964672144888</id><published>2008-11-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:17:21.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Expo</title><content type='html'>Thought it would be easier to post these pictures than to send them to those who asked for pictures. A friend of mine was the event coordinator for the wedding expo, and she asked all us girl friends to model the wedding dresses. Although I was only able to get a picture of the first dress I modeled, some asked for pictures... so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86AlHy0nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J3-bMGWw16g/s1600-h/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268993870685983346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86AlHy0nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J3-bMGWw16g/s200/100_0638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s1600-h/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268993878735416498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s200/100_0643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86A5WUPPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yMvLrbGTHDA/s1600-h/100_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268993876115602674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86A5WUPPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yMvLrbGTHDA/s200/100_0642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s1600-h/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86AlHy0nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J3-bMGWw16g/s1600-h/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s1600-h/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86AlHy0nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J3-bMGWw16g/s1600-h/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s1600-h/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86BDG7bLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tDQo7MrTVTo/s1600-h/100_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86A5WUPPI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yMvLrbGTHDA/s1600-h/100_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2324265964672144888?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2324265964672144888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2324265964672144888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2324265964672144888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2324265964672144888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-expo.html' title='Wedding Expo'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SR86AlHy0nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J3-bMGWw16g/s72-c/100_0638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-9090302903995588712</id><published>2008-11-14T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:27:13.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimic</title><content type='html'>From time to time I find myself correcting papers that peers hand out for presentations or for other reasons. Yesterday during Education Psych class, three groups were giving presentations and handouts were required. Off to my left was Danielle who is an English major as well. As I was reading the hand out, I was correcting grammatical errors. I stopped, laughed a little to myself. I turned to show Danielle, to laugh at the inside joke of being an English major. But, the funny thing (we found it funny) that she also did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-9090302903995588712?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/9090302903995588712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=9090302903995588712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9090302903995588712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/9090302903995588712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/mimic.html' title='Mimic'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7032963591797731774</id><published>2008-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:59:28.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Sophomore year a friend and I found this video on YouTube. Even today, I will play this video to make me laugh. I don't know why it makes me laugh and smile, but it just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7032963591797731774?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7032963591797731774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7032963591797731774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7032963591797731774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7032963591797731774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2098486715342727850</id><published>2008-11-09T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:26:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some where-- some place-- Still here</title><content type='html'>I am here. 5 weeks to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2098486715342727850?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2098486715342727850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2098486715342727850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2098486715342727850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2098486715342727850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-where-some-place-still-here.html' title='Some where-- some place-- Still here'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-6491720054416233957</id><published>2008-10-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:59:05.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Five!</title><content type='html'>I think that high fives are underrated. Essentially, they are just a slap on the hand, but for some odd reason they make people feel good about themselves. It is a simple action that has the potential to make somebody feel better about themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I was thinking about the slap on the hands was because as I was correcting high school papers, I would like to give the students a high five. Although they have quite a long ways to go with these papers, the ideas/content that they have is good; they just have to develop their papers more. Yes, down below are some examples of papers that are mostly graded, they do have grades on them; however, I still have to write some comments (more comments). &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261556245926849826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s200/100_0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNhQ5y9LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/u_B3q38npzg/s1600-h/100_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261556236032341170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNhQ5y9LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/u_B3q38npzg/s200/100_0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These papers are better than the last set I read. The students went to a place for "two hours." Then, they had to describe their experience. One of the biggest problems with these papers is that they are not showing, they are telling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the main points to have students write these is so they understand the uses of metaphors, similes, the use of personification, alliteration, and allusion. Unfortunately, I don't think that the cooperating teacher did an adequate job of teaching this unit. A student asked me on Friday if Mr. Nice was grading their papers, I said no. And then asked whether if we (Jennie and I) are easier than Mr. Nice. I said, probably harder, he just made a face- oh well!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I went to visit a friend whom I haven't seen for, oh gosh, maybe two years. There was a lot of reminiscing. On that note, on each post for the next five times, I will post the top three memories of a single year, starting with freshman!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Moving into Scott-Coman residental hall during the August heat. Little did I know what would be in-store at WSU for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Becoming an Resident Advisor, meaning I met so many of my friends that made the connections to make my great friends that I have now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The flour fight that some of us had. We thought it was a good idea to vacuum up the flour, but instead we broke it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-6491720054416233957?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6491720054416233957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=6491720054416233957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6491720054416233957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6491720054416233957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-five.html' title='High Five!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SQTNh1w1LSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/srzijMK-Kv4/s72-c/100_0609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-6020902128682167586</id><published>2008-10-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:39:24.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kickin'</title><content type='html'>I am still around; I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was bit of a rough week, but the good news is that I came through it. Lately I have been working and doing homework. I wish I could report something different than that, but sadly that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is changing. The leaves on the trees are changing, the cold air, and the wind chill has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have a better update later this week, but I really should get back to the homework. I just wanted to say hi! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-6020902128682167586?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/6020902128682167586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=6020902128682167586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6020902128682167586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/6020902128682167586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/alive-and-kickin.html' title='Alive and kickin&apos;'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-2665525493365386584</id><published>2008-10-11T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:59:14.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading</title><content type='html'>I needed to take a break for a moment. I am grading AP Senior Literature papers at the moment. I have been grading for approx. two hours, and have gotten through seven papers. SEVEN! Not even half way done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to grading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-2665525493365386584?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/2665525493365386584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=2665525493365386584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2665525493365386584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/2665525493365386584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/grading.html' title='Grading'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-4601593229831710723</id><published>2008-10-09T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:18:59.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowsers</title><content type='html'>The week could have gone smoother, but it could have gone worse. When I was driving back to Pullman, mom called to inform me of forgetting my entire notebook of notes (uh-oh). Then on Monday, Kyle reminded Danielle and I of our homework assignment due in Education Psychology; we needed to create a test. Wednesday, I forgot that the second part of our term paper was due (ugh- luckily my TA likes me; he allowed me to turn it in late without penalty). And today, well the chance of snow- already! But honestly, there were other great things about this week as well. For example, I got the test completed. Another thing, I was able to go swimming this week, and the TA did allow me to turn in my assignment late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share with you all the test that I created. We used our unit plan that we created a year ago in another class. Mine was Using Voice in Poetry. The basis is talking how poets used poetry as a means of speaking out against social injustice(s) throughout different time periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True/False Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alfred Tennyson wrote, “The moan of doves in immemorial elms,/ And murmuring of innumerable bees” which is an example of alliteration:&lt;br /&gt;(a) True&lt;br /&gt;(b) False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “He is a pig” is an example of personification.&lt;br /&gt;(a) True&lt;br /&gt;(b) False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Langston Hughes is known for his insightful portrayal of black life in America through many types of literature, including poetry.&lt;br /&gt;(a) True&lt;br /&gt;(b) False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  In part of speaking out against the Civil War, Walt Whitman decided to live a “purged” and “cleansed” life which is transcribed through his poetry.&lt;br /&gt;(a) True&lt;br /&gt;(b) False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ralph Emerson became known for challenging traditional thought; however, this did not help the literary movement.&lt;br /&gt;(a) True&lt;br /&gt;(b) False&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matching:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repetition of initial sounds in neighboring words                              personification&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exaggeration or overstatement                                                      metaphor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparison of two unlike things using the verb “to be”                    alliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparison of two unlike things using like or as                               simile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving human qualities to animals or objects                                     hyperbole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multiple Choice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throughout the different periods, poets wrote pieces during a time of turmoil. In doing so they were hoping to reach the masses to make what statement:&lt;br /&gt;(a) create unity&lt;br /&gt;(b) to challenge authority for social change&lt;br /&gt;(c) to show love is present in society&lt;br /&gt;(d) to provide hope for society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. “I awoke to black flak,” is an example of what literary device?&lt;br /&gt;(a) internal rhyme&lt;br /&gt;(b) external rhyme&lt;br /&gt;(c) juxtaposition&lt;br /&gt;(d) imagery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In Langston Hughes’ poem  I, too, sing America he writes, “I am the darker brother./They send me to eat in the kitchen.” In essence, he is speaking out against:&lt;br /&gt;(a) Oppression of blacks in America&lt;br /&gt;(b) Servants who are not valued&lt;br /&gt;(c) The hierarchical economic status in America&lt;br /&gt;(d) Being the undervalued brother in the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  After writing your papers about different poets and poems, what is one element that these poets had in common?&lt;br /&gt;(a) Poets wrote to challenge authority to change society&lt;br /&gt;(b) The poets wanted to be famous&lt;br /&gt;(c) Each poet used their life as an example in poetry&lt;br /&gt;(d) None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel about using poetry as a mean for speaking out against social injustice?&lt;br /&gt;(a) It should not be done&lt;br /&gt;(b) Depends on the poet&lt;br /&gt;(c) It is amazing, people should do it more often&lt;br /&gt;(d) I think I will want to do this when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Answers: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who wrote The Chimney Sweeper during the 1700’s and why was this important to this period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Define on literary device and create one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain why Langston Hughes was a powerful poet during the Harlem Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick the piece that best demonstrates how a poet uses this medium to speak out against social injustice. Use support (examples) while answering this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In Walt Whitman’s poem America, explain how he used at least one literary device to express social injustice. Furthermore, explain what this poem is speaking out against.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-4601593229831710723?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/4601593229831710723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=4601593229831710723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4601593229831710723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/4601593229831710723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/wowsers.html' title='Wowsers'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7747437750910362095</id><published>2008-10-06T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:45:44.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official- fall is here!</title><content type='html'>I did not want to get out of bed this morning. The cold has devoured Pullman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7747437750910362095?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7747437750910362095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7747437750910362095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7747437750910362095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7747437750910362095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official-fall-is-here.html' title='It&apos;s Official- fall is here!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-699132191333221859</id><published>2008-10-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:41:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a sprint!</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to leave on Friday to go home, however, I woke up on Thursday and decided to go home instead that day. If I really wanted to go, I knew there would be a way- there was. I was able to get everything situated that I needed to before leaving in the morning. While at home, I had quite a bit of things to get done- a lot of odd ends &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; it was nice to be home. I swear, it is a sprint while there, not a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I went home this past weekend was for Amber's wedding. Amber and Michael are high school sweethearts. I went to high school with Michael and met Amber (who went to the rival high school) at WSU at Zoe Coffeehouse. I definitely wanted to be home for this wedding. The wedding was supposed to be held outside on Saturday, as I am sure most of you knew it was a nasty Saturday so they moved it on inside; that is Washington for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjyaXalwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zCxVUXFn2Xg/s1600-h/100_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253769789282359042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjyaXalwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zCxVUXFn2Xg/s200/100_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the rain at the end of the street. I thought I would document how bad the weather was. I am not sure if you can actually see (thanks to the reflection), but I am sure you understand what I am trying to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzEnkfSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GHK3jt_vn0I/s1600-h/100_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253769800624405794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzEnkfSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GHK3jt_vn0I/s200/100_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting to Becca to show up. Her boyfriend was unable to make it, and my date was not able to make it either. We decided we would be each other's date. Becca took the wrong turn... I, by the way, found it on the first try! I am getting better with directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzW16yhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ocJlPKDUh7E/s1600-h/100_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253769805516425746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzW16yhI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ocJlPKDUh7E/s200/100_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was pretty small, only about 100 people; that would be my estimate. The ceremony itself was short, about 15-20 minutes. But it definitely fit the personality of the couple. It was a gorgeous wedding, and of course, loved her dress. I wish I took a close up picture of it. I got a little side tracked with other stuff going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzTFkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/FkP9Dh67vWw/s1600-h/100_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253769804508316530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzTFkQ3I/AAAAAAAAAb0/FkP9Dh67vWw/s200/100_0566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Amber dancing to their song. I like the expressions of the couple who are talking right below them. They look way too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzlGKaWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UgAGgv8ZKBY/s1600-h/100_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253769809342654818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjzlGKaWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UgAGgv8ZKBY/s200/100_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the original Zoe Coffeehouse girls (minus Amber who was outside taking pictures). Starting from the left: Alyssa, Monika, Me, and Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to be home. Each time I wish that I could stay longer, however, there are 8 weeks and counting left! Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-699132191333221859?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/699132191333221859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=699132191333221859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/699132191333221859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/699132191333221859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-sprint.html' title='It is a sprint!'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOkjyaXalwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zCxVUXFn2Xg/s72-c/100_0535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-414490414012297639</id><published>2008-09-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:46:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unorganized Chaos</title><content type='html'>I have determined that my life is organized chaos and I do not think it will ever change. For me, the chaos that looks unorganized from an outsiders perspective is in all reality organized for me. This week I am trying to tie up odd ends before I head on home for the weekend to a friends wedding! At first I thought I would be able to leave on Thursday, however, I cannot miss the practicum which is on Friday mornings- I will still be leaving quite early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was homecoming week, Pullman was packed with alumni. I actually took the weekend off, I definitely needed it. On Friday when I arrived home from the practicum and the one class I had, I laid down on the couch after I finished talking to mom and fell asleep for a couple hours. The only reason why I woke up was because Meggan (roommate) walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meggan and I are having quite a good time, this would be the second great roommate out of numerous. I figured that I should start posting more photos. This is Meggan. For some reason when her boyfriend moved down to Arizona he left a bottle of Captain Morgan and that hat on our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvRc5EkI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-vWAkHxOdkU/s1600-h/100_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022611373265474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvRc5EkI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-vWAkHxOdkU/s200/100_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a back story to this next photo. I had my camera on the table and Meggan took a picture of Aaron and I... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvG1NYwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0wG_8qBksaY/s1600-h/100_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022608522470146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvG1NYwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0wG_8qBksaY/s200/100_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to take a picture of ourselves, by ourselves... for whatever reason. She was sitting on a chair and I started to kneel on the floor next to her. Well she decided to get off the chair and kneel on the floor as well (which is what we are laughing about). Why we just did not stand up to take a picture, I guess we will never truly find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuv2lhnyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aUUQC2uDOVA/s1600-h/100_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022621341589282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuv2lhnyI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aUUQC2uDOVA/s200/100_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvG1NYwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/0wG_8qBksaY/s1600-h/100_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to class this morning, I remembered that I had my camera with me and thought I would shoot a couple pictures of the renovated Martin Stadium. You can decide for yourself whether it was worth it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuv-4SKAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bxOo00h3V7Q/s1600-h/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022623567751170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuv-4SKAI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bxOo00h3V7Q/s200/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that arch that says &lt;em&gt;Martin Stadium&lt;/em&gt; cost was unbelievable. The contractors said that it was going to be this huge, great arch... but this is what we got instead. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuwLtq24I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3jUDy-NPIME/s1600-h/100_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252022627012893570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuwLtq24I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3jUDy-NPIME/s200/100_0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-414490414012297639?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/414490414012297639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=414490414012297639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/414490414012297639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/414490414012297639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/unorganized-chaos.html' title='Unorganized Chaos'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6BdHqhAAf5w/SOLuvRc5EkI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-vWAkHxOdkU/s72-c/100_0525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1459363051875288320</id><published>2008-09-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:07:29.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday People</title><content type='html'>I know a couple of you that read this blog have met one of my closest friend, Justin. He graduated from WSU in May 2007. He is back at home in Hershey, Penn. If we are lucky, we can usually make a phone date once a week to catch up and talk about life- in a way to keep each other on their toes. One phone call he mentioned something about writing a book, more specifically a series of books about growing up, gearing it towards different age groups. I did not think much of it at the time. Then, he called me up again and asked if I wanted to be the co-writer for a couple and the author for the other ones. Needless to say I said yes. Right now we are working on two books, we both just finished the introductions to the books. I am not able to work on it as much as he is able to because of obvious reasons. We are working on more of a specific focus, but we are going to be interviewing and reviewing material together, via email, MSN chat and phone. It will be a long process and if actually works out, I think it will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I added a couple links to my English Teaching links. The two I added are not necessarily teaching links, in another sense they are. The first one I added was my online blog about grammar. In my grammar class we are blogging, trying to improve our writing. It can be interesting since I am playing around with my writing style. The second link I added was Randy Pausch's last lecture which can be a teaching link to motivate students and myself in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am off and running again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1459363051875288320?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1459363051875288320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1459363051875288320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1459363051875288320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1459363051875288320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyday-people.html' title='Everyday People'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-643357385249468815</id><published>2008-09-23T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:30:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free time, what free time?</title><content type='html'>The goal at the beginning of the semester was to have time to myself, to enjoy the last semester of college. To do this, I decided to quit one job and work minimal hours at the cafe. This morning my dreams of having free time were crushed. I met with the cooperating teaching for the advanced practicum. Brent Nice (yes, pronounced nice) told us that he is willing to work with out schedules, but he wants us in the classroom as much as possible. I have openings on Friday morning for about 4 hours, however, Fridays in his class apparently are for wrapping up the week; not a good day to come in for a practicum experience. Solution? I am going in on Monday and Friday mornings- all of my free time is now shot, there is none. I know the experience will be fantastic, especially because he wants us to teach lessons but, I would appreciate some free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on in my life. I received an email from the head of the English department this afternoon. The subject read: December Graduation, I just about flipped because I thought there was a complication. But she was just giving me information if I needed it about financial aid concerning student teaching. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update about pictures of the CUB, well I have brought the camera a couple times but forgetting to take pictures. Other times that I remember to take pictures, I have forgotten the camera. Perhaps one of these days I will be on my game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-643357385249468815?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/643357385249468815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=643357385249468815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/643357385249468815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/643357385249468815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-time-what-free-time.html' title='Free time, what free time?'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1479187227519646657</id><published>2008-09-19T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:46:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Box</title><content type='html'>Here I am. Standing on my soap box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon in Education Psychology, I don't think I have ever been so frustrated. Period- dot. Even now, I am speechless. There are no words to truly describe what I experienced in a 400-level college class. This course is suppose to teach us how to assess our students properly- to show us the different options. I guess that is not the point at this moment. I don't think I can list a single productive element of the class yesterday- nope... not at all. The professor tried to talk OVER our conversations, which may I add shows she doesn't even have our respect. She also let us out early because I think she was too frustrated. If you were a professor would you not try to understand why you do not have your students attention, then try to change what you are doing? Apparently not. I shouldn't be too worried about how hard it is to earn a PhD because with the looks of it, PhD's are handed out like candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1479187227519646657?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1479187227519646657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1479187227519646657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1479187227519646657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1479187227519646657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/soap-box.html' title='Soap Box'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8747473593380862762</id><published>2008-09-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:14:51.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some-what on track</title><content type='html'>Update, I forgot the camera today. Of all things, I forgot! The funny thing about the entire situation is that I wrote about it this morning on the blog so I wouldn't forget, but apparently that did not work! I accidently stepped of the track this morning... apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; graduation check-list. Basically (actually it is) a degree audit report, also known as... DAR's!!! Jerri (head of English department) checked it over- still on track for December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8747473593380862762?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8747473593380862762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8747473593380862762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8747473593380862762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8747473593380862762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-what-on-track.html' title='Some-what on track'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5217901307363549318</id><published>2008-09-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:09:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTTT</title><content type='html'>Here in Pullman we are being blessed with warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for pictures of the new Compton Union Building (CUB)- keep your fingers crossed that I remember my camera thoday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday we had a huge debate in my grammar methods class as to how important spelling tests are for students. An hour and a half debate, it became quite heated (very HOTTT).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5217901307363549318?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5217901307363549318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5217901307363549318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5217901307363549318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5217901307363549318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/hottt.html' title='HOTTT'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-3446285697576278677</id><published>2008-09-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:47:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Grade</title><content type='html'>This news was not broadcasted so most of you do not know, I had to re-take the West-E (aka Praxis and/or teaching certification) test. I missed it by, 5 points which in turn was most likely a single question. Needless to say, I had to re-take the test and that was at 7:30 yesterday morning in Spokane. The last time I took the test I felt horrible about it, I walked out feeling like I failed. Most of it was because I psyched myself out too much and applied too much pressure on myself before the test took place. Even some of my regulars that I see down here at the coffeeshop mentioned something to me about it. Yesterday was a different story. Danielle and I went up to Spokane on Friday night and stayed with a friend of hers. First of all, Saturday morning we didn't have to wake up at the crack of morning, when the rooster is crowing to get going. Also, I was more relaxed and felt like I knew my material going into the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 10 minutes left of the test, I only had 2 questions left to answer which meant I was going to be able to look over some of my other questionable answers. After, Danielle and I found out that we had the same test so with some of the questions we remembered, we were able to go through and discuss. She feels neutral and I feel like I passed it. This time around, if I didn't pass then I think I will cry or be crushed because it felt quite sure that I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is going well, I did not think I was going to be &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; busy but my schedule is quite full. Example: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday I leave at around 9 and don't get home before 5 or 6, usually after around 7. That meaning, I go straight through without a huge break in the middle. &lt;em&gt;But &lt;/em&gt;having this type of schedule keeps me out of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got placed for my teaching practicum, I am placed at the Pullman High School with a teacher who teaches AP senior literature!! PERFECT!! I could not have asked for anything more perfect, that is &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what I wanted!! I will definitely be keeping you all updated about this, but I won't be in the classroom this week, I most likely will start next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-3446285697576278677?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/3446285697576278677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=3446285697576278677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3446285697576278677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/3446285697576278677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/passing-grade.html' title='Passing Grade'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-1968544145076955097</id><published>2008-09-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:35:03.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Energizer Bunny</title><content type='html'>Right now, it does not seem as if there is much to talk about- but I have been busy! I am just giving you an update about the decaf and caffeine free situation. AMAZING!!! I cannot tell you exactly why I have so much energy, but I am the energizer bunny- I keep going. I am not sleeping as much either, which is odd, but I am just going and going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-1968544145076955097?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/1968544145076955097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=1968544145076955097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1968544145076955097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/1968544145076955097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/energizer-bunny.html' title='Energizer Bunny'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7340461630287848017</id><published>2008-09-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:29:09.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just one of my favorite songs. Gotta love Jason Mraz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7340461630287848017?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7340461630287848017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7340461630287848017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7340461630287848017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7340461630287848017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-5997745574308987681</id><published>2008-09-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:28:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyzing Grammar</title><content type='html'>Writing is quite personal, analyzing and commenting on writing is difficult. In the grammar class I am taking, we are analyzing our own pieces of writing. The professor who is also my advisor is having us reading papers we have written, figure out what is wrong and set a goal for our writing to improve it throughout the semester. Sound easy? It is harder than you think...&lt;br /&gt;1.1 Fragments&lt;br /&gt;1.2 Run-on Sentences&lt;br /&gt;1.3 Dangling Modifiers&lt;br /&gt;1.4 Wrong or Missing Preposition&lt;br /&gt;1.5 Double Negative&lt;br /&gt;1.6 The Absolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.1 No comma in a Compound Sentence&lt;br /&gt;2.2 Comma Splice&lt;br /&gt;2.3 No Comma After and Introductory Element&lt;br /&gt;2.4 No Comma in a Nonrestictive Element&lt;br /&gt;2.5 No Comma Setting Off Additions at the End of a Sentence&lt;br /&gt;2.6 Lack of a Commas in a Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.1 Vague Pronoun Reference&lt;br /&gt;3.2 Pronoun- Antecedent Agreement Error&lt;br /&gt;3.3 Pronoun Case Error&lt;br /&gt;3.4 Possessive Apostrophe Error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1 Subject- Verb Agreement&lt;br /&gt;4.2 Dropped Inflectional Endings&lt;br /&gt;4.3 &lt;em&gt;Do&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Have&lt;/em&gt; Agreement Errors&lt;br /&gt;4.4 Unnecessary Shift in Tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc... etc... there is more and more!! So much to pick from. Let me know what YOU would work on ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-5997745574308987681?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/5997745574308987681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=5997745574308987681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5997745574308987681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/5997745574308987681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/09/analyzing-grammar.html' title='Analyzing Grammar'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-7659501371913429932</id><published>2008-08-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:59:03.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine Free</title><content type='html'>I drink coffee. I make coffee. I serve coffee. I know too much about coffee. I have a problem with coffee, it is the surrounding basis of me living- well okay, that is a lie. More or less, it gives me the money. Needless to say, that is besides the point. I have been trying something new, it is called caffeine free- or in other words decaf. No more caffeine for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it going one might ask. I feel so much better, more a live and ready to go. Caffeine gives you a high, then you go down hill quickly. Extremely glad that I tried this and will continue to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 weeks left until graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-7659501371913429932?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/7659501371913429932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=7659501371913429932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7659501371913429932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/7659501371913429932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/08/caffeine-free.html' title='Caffeine Free'/><author><name>My Life. Pts 1, 2, and Beyond</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06288250243487206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136519884769070056.post-8813229617769935175</id><published>2008-08-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:07:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickel and Diming</title><content type='html'>I knew that universities ask for money in every single possible way, I think that is just plain common knowledge. It is just extremely frustrating that in each class that I have entered, I have needed to purchase something additional... well for one single class it is multiple items (one in particular which I will get to in a moment).&lt;br /&gt;Last night while I was sitting in my practicum meeting with fellow peers, Jerry (practicum coordinator) was explaining how we are being placed in the surrounding high schools. There is always a problem subject area to place students with teachers and this year there is two: Health/ Fitness and of course, English. For Health/ Fitness there are 11 students that need to be placed, 4 confirmed teachers that will take students and I believe there was 4 unconfirmed. Even with the 4 confirmed, there are 3 students that do not have a high school to go to. Now, for English there are 8 students to place, 8 which have confirmed but, there is one teacher that just received a student teacher, thus, cannot take one of us. Problem? A little. Now comes the big problem, placing students close to Pullman (this is where the big purchased item comes)... we are all concerned about (a) gas money and (b) the time to and from if we are placed outside of Pullman. We all have busy schedules, we all work and Jerry said that he will try his best to place us as close to Pullman as possible, but there is no guarantees. I am hoping and praying that I will be close... anyways in this class we also have to purchase liability insurance, print out a 100 page document (probably an entire ink cartridge), and get a i.d badge.&lt;br /&gt;Too much? It seems like it... it isn't nickel and diming anymore, it is more like ten and twenty dollaring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1136519884769070056-8813229617769935175?l=onegraceatatime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/feeds/8813229617769935175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1136519884769070056&amp;postID=8813229617769935175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8813229617769935175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1136519884769070056/posts/default/8813229617769935175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onegraceatatime.blogspot.com/2008/08/nickel-and-diming.html' title='Nickel and Diming'/><author><name>My Life. 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