Things I Love Thursday
Most weeks, I attempt to keep a running list of things that make me smile, but I've slacked this week. As such, this list may be...scattered, but here it is nonetheless.
Little favors The nearest Starbucks to my home in Small Town is 80 miles away. This is distressing most days, but particularly problematic during the holiday season because I am
obsessed with the gingerbread latte. I've been lamenting and whining for a few weeks, and apparently the mom's been listening, because after she and my dad got home from a shopping excursion yesterday, I was gifted with a venti gingerbread latte. It was delicious and basically made my day.
Bradshaw chats I kind of like her, so talking to her is happy-making.
The best salad ever Mixed greens, crispy bacon, chicken, and pomegranate seeds equals deliciousness. So good. I've made that exact salad four times in as many days, and I'm so far from sick of it I can't even tell you.
Clean floors I've mentioned I'm a pretty terrible housekeeper; I don't like most household chores, so I tend to avoid doing most of them as long as it can't be called unsanitary. Mopping floors is on that list (I sweep, so it's really not so terrible). However, when I actually DO clean, I like the results. My floors are very, very clean today, and I like it.
Glitter and lights and smiles chamomile tea with lemon and a drop of honey - it's probably psychosomatic, but it totally puts me to sleep; learning that there's a new season of
Celebrity Rehab (because if you're going to watch reality TV, might as well make it as awful as possible, right?); Hershey's candy cane kisses; downloading oodles of music (mostly
Glee, but I also got Duffy's new album); picking apart pomegranates - strangely cathartic; leather gloves; thinking about making Christmas cookies (I have a lightbulb-shaped cookie cutter - so much cute, sparkly potential); stories that make me laugh out loud (most things don't); cherry-blue raspberry slushes; long walks; props vs. demerits; snow flurries (real snow soon, please, Mother Nature); planning excessive Christmas decorating while listening to the
Glee Christmas album at a ridiculous volume; fantasies; drawing Secret Santa names at my parents' restaurant and getting the name of one of the few who doesn't suck; "We should throw possums at them."
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Truth Project: Eight
Someone who made your life hell or treated you like shit.Like most people studying education, my final semester of classes included a methods course specific to my area of teaching. I love school. I've always loved school; if I didn't love it, I couldn't have pursued a career in that world. This class was my least favorite in eighteen years of school. Which is awful, considering that you can argue that it was the most important class of my entire education.
I hated my professor. First, I felt like she was unqualified. She didn't yet have her doctorate, she'd only taught high school English for a handful of years before being hired by the university, and for all of her criticism of her students' planning and preparedness, it never seemed to me like she was appropriately prepared for our classes. Second, I found her annoying as a person. That's life; people are annoying, even people we have to deal with. She certainly wasn't the first annoying teacher I'd had; she wasn't even the most annoying teacher I'd had. Finally, I felt like she had an unexplained dislike for me, a personal one.
Respect is paramount in my personal world. I struggle to work with and for people whom I don't respect, and I most certainly did not respect this professor. The class was held once a week, for three hours each Monday night. I dreaded it. I despised it. I made myself sick over it.
During the course, we were also engaged in a practicum. The high school teacher I worked with knew my professor. She also hated my professor, which was extremely validating. I was dealing with it all, putting up and shutting up and biding my time. I went to class, did my assignments, worked on the extremely important portfolio that all education majors complete, worked with my cooperating teacher in my practicum. It was fine.
Then, the professor contacted my cooperating teacher and expressed her concern about my performance and planning. Without discussing it with me. My cooperating teacher was furious; she saw it as a personal slight. If she'd felt that my performance was lacking, she would have discussed it with both me and the professor. She assured me that I was doing fine. Still, I was hurt. My pride and my feelings. I was also angry; I channeled the hurt into the anger and subsequently spent the rest of the semester furious. Because when you lie about your emotions the way that I do, being angry is infinitely easier than being hurt.
I did confront the professor. Though I didn't respect her, I respectfully asked her to explain herself. If she sincerely questioned my abilities and my performance, she owed it to me to tell me. If no one ever provides constructive criticism when I'm not performing appropriately, I can't fix the problem. Her inability to explain herself added hatefulness to my fury. If she can't provide me with an evaluation of my supposedly inferior performance, how on earth am I supposed to respect her opinion?
Had it not been my last semester of classes - the semester before my student teaching - I would have dropped the course and changed majors. I am incredibly grateful that she was the last professor I encountered instead of one of the first, because I
am meant to be a teacher.
I'm not shy about expressing my opinions. When I wrote my detailed and scathing evaluation at the end of the semester, I signed it. I wish it had made a difference. Unfortunately, she was around through my student teaching, evaluating my portfolio and assigning more work. I'm grateful for my student teaching supervisor, who seemed to sympathize with my personal distaste for the professor and was so understanding that she kept me motivated. That was, of course, after the professor "inadvertantly" left my name off the list of students who required a placement for student teaching and I was forced to beg and scramble for a placement. (Otherwise, I would have spent a semester sitting on my ass and not graduated on time. More fuel for the hatred fire, really.)
No one has ever made me feel so terrible about myself. No one has ever made me question myself so much, so negatively. She made me feel awful, worthless. And as much as I hate her still, I'm grateful to her in that twisted way that "bad" people often make us. I will never, ever make one of my students feel that way if I can help it. And I will never let someone else make me feel that way.
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Truth Project: Seven
Someone who has made your life worth living for.I don't like this. The only person who can make your life worth living is you, and when you start relying on others for your purpose, it's only a matter of time before it falls apart.
So instead, I choose to write about someone who has made my life better for being in it.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have good parents. My mom was one of those people who grew up with a terrible mother, and that's something she still carries with her. As much as she's moved past it, it's still there. She was, however, lucky enough to have an amazing grandmother, my Grandma. I'm grateful to Grandma for being who she was for me, but even more for being who she was for my mom. She made my mom the woman she is.
More than I love my mom, I sincerely like her. I feel lucky to be friends with my mom, because I know how selective she is with her friends. It's pretty great.
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What You Want
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Things I Love Thursday
Happy Thanksgiving, lovelies! Since I missed TILT last week, we get a super-awesome Thanksgiving edition today!
Deliciousness Let's start by celebrating the gluttony of this most excellent of holidays. Turkey, mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts with bacon, cranberry sauce. My excellent sugar-free pumpkin pie (for my grandpa, though it's pretty fantastic even if it is sugar-free). Ooo, and the leftovers. I like leftovers quite a lot.
Glee I'm a total sucker for...well, everything
Glee is. Teen dramedy, clever cruelty, fun musical numbers. Add in a revolving door of excellent guest stars and Nic becomes a happy girl. Oh, and I started listening to their Christmas album, which makes me happier than almost anything. Ever. For serious, kittens.
Sparkles As part of the massive Sephora order my mother and I made, I chose two season nail polishes with sparkles. One, called Merry Me, has a ton of red glitter and is perfect for toenails (I kind of feel like Dorothy Gale every time I look down). The other, called 212, is gray with bronze and iridescent flakes in it. It's good for looking at when you get bored because your dad insists of watching episodes of The Lone Ranger while you wait for Thanksgiving dinner to finish. Yes, I can get this much enjoyment out of something as simple as glittery nail polish.
Side dishes sleeping in; Hershey's candy cane kisses; homemade pizza; Puck snuggles; substituting for kids whose parents I know (do you have any idea how effective it can be to look at a kid and say, "I have your mom's number in my phone, and I can make sure she knows how you've been acting today"? So great.); my mom's chili; finally saying it; sleeping in; pomegranate Jelly Belly jelly beans and the fact that my mom got them for me; the bambinos and their sweetness; online shopping; spending $350 at Sephora with my mom (before the 20% discount - excellence); sugar scrubs; strange text conversations (talking fragrance with Hawk = strange); using my imagination; thinking about baking Christmas cookies; the soundtracks from
Spring Awakening and
Wicked; taking the time to enjoy my coffee in the morning instead of sucking it back because I'm desperate for caffeine; blue raspberry slushes; getting showered and presentable-for-public-viewing (don't be dirty) in less than an hour - this almost never happens; sleeping off migraines; "You look really different today."; thinking of dozens more things to add to this list, but stopping so that I can instead go eat dinner.
Tell me, kittens, what are you thankful for this year?
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