Saturday, October 08, 2005
"You wanna know which way to go. Who's going to want to follow you now?"-viva voce
It's already October. The leaves are turning, and I can think back to all the plans we had for summer, when school seemed so far away. Now the school year is already more than a month underway. The days pass so quickly, and I can't figure out if I like that or not. I know I'm not really that old, but I'll be turning 23 soon and I can hardly believe it. That fact, along with the last month passing so quickly make me think death is soon ahead. I certainly don't feel 23 or act 23, but sometimes I think I might pass for 23.... only when I have on teacher clothes and large hoop earrings.
What did you want 2 years ago 4 years ago? 6?
It seems there are always a number of life choices one has. My mind is in transition from really wanting my first choices to slowly accepting and desiring my second ones. I can't figure out if I'm wanting the second choices because the first ones never materialized, or if I stopped wanting the first choices when I began to experience more of the second. Life does weird things to your soul and your mind.
"this is a wrecking ball, psychological"-viva voce
It's already October. The leaves are turning, and I can think back to all the plans we had for summer, when school seemed so far away. Now the school year is already more than a month underway. The days pass so quickly, and I can't figure out if I like that or not. I know I'm not really that old, but I'll be turning 23 soon and I can hardly believe it. That fact, along with the last month passing so quickly make me think death is soon ahead. I certainly don't feel 23 or act 23, but sometimes I think I might pass for 23.... only when I have on teacher clothes and large hoop earrings.
What did you want 2 years ago 4 years ago? 6?
It seems there are always a number of life choices one has. My mind is in transition from really wanting my first choices to slowly accepting and desiring my second ones. I can't figure out if I'm wanting the second choices because the first ones never materialized, or if I stopped wanting the first choices when I began to experience more of the second. Life does weird things to your soul and your mind.
"this is a wrecking ball, psychological"-viva voce
Friday, October 07, 2005
I love my roommates
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
In other, less "me", news, my niece is really awesome:
and I live in a really cool city. I, yes I, took this picture a week and a half ago:
and I live in a really cool city. I, yes I, took this picture a week and a half ago:
This Friday I'm giving a huge presentation to our college. It's just a "come if you want" type of thing, so it will mostly be my friends, parents, and whatever faculty and staff members decide to come. My professor will introduce me, then the floor will be mine.
When I went to Mexico I created an independent project with one of my professors, wherein I would study the cultural differences between drawings from my kids in Mexico, and our laboratory preschool here on campus. This was designed as a sort of pilot study, which suggests future areas of interest, study, and research. While my professor has given me some great hints, prods, and insight, this has been my own project, basically. Last week I met with a visiting lecture, Dr. Kieran Egan (one of the authorities on Imaginative Education), because my professor trusted me enough to just sit down with this man and have an intelligent conversation about children's drawings. As we got up to leave Dr. Egan mentioned that I might have taught him more about the subject of cultural drawings than he could have taught me.
So on Friday at 1pm I will stand in front of a large group of familiar people and tell them what I know. Which is incredibly scary, but also deeply exciting. I know about this stuff, I know about these drawings, and I know my Mexican kids very well. I can talk about almost all of their home situations and know their backgrounds.
My professor made me write a sort of introduction for him, just including some highlights. I thought about what a huge project this thing has been, and how amazing it is to me that I am actually doing this. I'm putting the finishing touches on it tonight and I realize that I have no one to report to. I asked after our last meeting Tuesday "Do we need to meet again to go over stuff?" and my professor confidently said "Nope! I will see you Friday in the room!" So trusting.
Lord, when I started college I never thought I'd have done the things I have done. I entered as a very shy, reserved teenager with a lack of much self esteem and Friday I will stand before peers and higher ups, in my professional clothes, telling them what I know and what I am passionate about.
ps. I miss mexico like you wouldn't believe. I was there for 10 weeks earlier this year. The last time i was there was late June, and I have been away from my town, friends, and kids longer than I was there for earlier this year. I feel detached and something is missing.
When I went to Mexico I created an independent project with one of my professors, wherein I would study the cultural differences between drawings from my kids in Mexico, and our laboratory preschool here on campus. This was designed as a sort of pilot study, which suggests future areas of interest, study, and research. While my professor has given me some great hints, prods, and insight, this has been my own project, basically. Last week I met with a visiting lecture, Dr. Kieran Egan (one of the authorities on Imaginative Education), because my professor trusted me enough to just sit down with this man and have an intelligent conversation about children's drawings. As we got up to leave Dr. Egan mentioned that I might have taught him more about the subject of cultural drawings than he could have taught me.
So on Friday at 1pm I will stand in front of a large group of familiar people and tell them what I know. Which is incredibly scary, but also deeply exciting. I know about this stuff, I know about these drawings, and I know my Mexican kids very well. I can talk about almost all of their home situations and know their backgrounds.
My professor made me write a sort of introduction for him, just including some highlights. I thought about what a huge project this thing has been, and how amazing it is to me that I am actually doing this. I'm putting the finishing touches on it tonight and I realize that I have no one to report to. I asked after our last meeting Tuesday "Do we need to meet again to go over stuff?" and my professor confidently said "Nope! I will see you Friday in the room!" So trusting.
Lord, when I started college I never thought I'd have done the things I have done. I entered as a very shy, reserved teenager with a lack of much self esteem and Friday I will stand before peers and higher ups, in my professional clothes, telling them what I know and what I am passionate about.
ps. I miss mexico like you wouldn't believe. I was there for 10 weeks earlier this year. The last time i was there was late June, and I have been away from my town, friends, and kids longer than I was there for earlier this year. I feel detached and something is missing.
