So welcome to this phase of my life called "adult life". This is that phase in my life where I get that "real job" that so many adults before me speak of. This is the phase in my life where I begin "planning for the future".  In this life, I now have a career instead of a job. I have conversations about annuties and retirement. I am expected to dress professionally and act as professionals do. I am an adult.

 I have to say, its pretty nice. The first few days, it didn't hit me. It still hasn't, really. I think it will hit me when those short, bright faced little children race through the doors of my carefully planned out and well designed classroom tommorow. Those little children that will cause me to smile on a day to day basis because of their little social or academic breakthroughs. I can't express my excitement for tommorow. Tommorow I will begin as an actual teacher. Transitioning the students will be the greatest challange, but it should be fun.  

Well, its official official. Thats right, official official. You are now looking at the new Autism teacher at Albany Elementary! I am very excitied. It is everything I wanted, so its nice. Somedays I feel extremely nervous when thinking about it. Such questions as how do I get started and what if I am not good enough float through my head. Its going to be fun through. I have already learned so much about Autism and I will have a ton of resources and funds to ensure the success of my students!!!! Its just hard to believe I have graduated and now have a job.  Iwill never forget the feeling when they told me they wanted me. My first reaction was "Oh my gosh! Yeah! Then the feeling of "Oh my gosh I actually have to set up and run my own room" set in. But I am very ready and very excited to get started!!!!!!!

Where has the time gone?Now I have to say things like, "Back in my college days". Wierd. I went dress shopping with my sister for her wedding dress and saw her in a wedding dress for the first time. Very wierd. It kind of makes you look back at the path you have taken and the choices the led you on that path. Well its time to go and workout. Peace out homefries.

In Memory of Buster Alles

1990-2007

You are gone but never forgotten!

As you have probably guessed, after eleven inches of snow and a snow emergency, today is yet another snow day. It is all sparkly and pretty now. The scene looks similar to Matt's pictures. My car is burried, and yes I do mean litterally burried under one of the many five foot high snow drifts. It attacked me and the car beside me. The good news is, I can still see part of the roof. The bad news is I am going to have to attack the snow drift with my snow scraper and some kung foo moves. The drifts are pretty high for the people on the bottom side of the U in our apartment complex. I saw a lady walk out and instantly sink up to her waist, once she managed to walk through the drift in front of the door.

 All is well otherwise. Lesson plan writing and playage with the kitties have been ensuing. For those of you not there during the Hudson Christmas extravaganza, I got kitties for Christmas : ). One is Pounce, a very playful boy, and the other is Samantha, a very precious little lady cat. The deworming medicine given to them by their grandpa Terry seemed to make them youthful as ever. Pounce is back to doing high five foot high backward flips and Samantha has become almost as playful as Pounce. And with the movage of the litter box, Samantha has stopped all marking. When Samantha first moved in, she was very shy. She hid under the sofa for the first three days. Now she is coming to bed and sleeping with me. I have learned Petsmart is not a good place for me to go. I want to buy everything in there. Of course I have taken about a million pictures. However, none of them came out well for whatever reason. Pictures will be posted soon.

Student teaching is seeming to go faster and faster. I begin my high school placement on March 5th. It will be completely opposit of what I am doing now, but it should still be fun. I am enjoying it. I started sending my resume around to different school districts in the Fort Wayne and Muncie area. Cross your fingers for me!

Well Pounce is playing with the string on my sweatshirt which means its time to chase him around the apartment a few times. Later all!

Greetings all. The semester is winding down. Two finals down and the big one is today. Does it feel like my last semester of actual classes? Not really. John and I leave for Floriday on Satuday. I am pretty excited. Then its home for Christmas. I am excited for that also! The Chirstmas presents have all been bought, now its just time for wrapping the presents. This past weekend was my last weekend working at the group home. I will still work there and with the company when they need me. I got a somewhat part time job on campus as a study skills tutor. I am only going to do it for one night a week for two or three hours during student teaching. That way I will still have some income and still have time for student teaching business. It is more for the experience and resume building.

    Well my stitches are finally out of my face. Now I just have butterfly sutures. Wait, I didn't tell you? I got in a big fight with a rather large  women because she almost hit me driving home. I followed her to the gas station and let her have it. It was not the type of thing I normally do, but I was pertty upset. She got in a few good swings I guess you could say. 

                 With Stitches                                                                       After stitches 

Well I had better get back to studying!

P.S. Has your jaw dropped yet? The rather large women. women was actually my co-worker and I moving furniture at the group home. It was a tall entertainment center. In the hallway the lights all have globe shaped glass light fixtures. We were moving it down the hallway and were attempting to be careful. We lowered the entertainment center for each light, but forgot about the last light and plowed right through the glass globe light fixture. It shattered of course and sliced my face. Because there are so many capillaries in your face, I looked like a murder victim and was spraying like the guy in Montey Python and the Holy grail when he got his arm cut off. For the Grey's Anatomy lovers, I looked kinda like the lady who was in the ER covered in blood and wouldn't stop screaming. I soaked through a whole role of paper towels. My co worker throught I was dying. I myself was laughing at the situation. It was a good way to spend my last weekend at work!