Student teaching is going well, and I feel like I did a good job more and more often. I just found ut today, though, that I should be taking on not just the course material for the special education classroom I'm working, but also all the other facets (like coordinating teacher's aids, writing lesson plans for students who are served by special ed. outside the resource room, etc.) of running the special education program program for a school. So, onward :)
I switch to first grade October 6 and I will be doing that until November 20. So I'll be done with the whole program by Thanksgiving. Since Baby isn't due until December 31 or later, I think he will fit into my schedule. David also essentially only has one class after Thanksgiving, so hopefully that won't be a problem. As long as he can be there, I'm happy.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Georgia to Utah
This happened in April 2009 and took about a week from start to finish.
I'll try to give these things captions in order but I can't line them up, so you'll have to follow along. Sorry.
I was greeted at the airport in Atlanta by Jenny and her lovely sister Sarah and taken directly to the Varsity, at about 9pm, for the hot dog/onion ring/orange drink experience of my life.
Sunday morning was Easter morning.
This is what I found in my Easter basket.
At Church I was surprised to see an old friend. My MTC companion Sunny Green!
You don't tug on Superman's cape...... Metropolis Illinois.
Nauvoo - a model of the temple in front of the Christus.
At the top of, getting into the capsule taking me up to the top of, and standing both next to and under the St. Louis Arch.
and the huge bridge leading us there over the Mississippi river..
Me in pioneer attire "pulling" a handcart in Winter Quarters.
And a view of the Winter Quarters temple from the pioneer cemetery at night. A very humbling place to ponder.
And back home to my wonderful in Utah.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Lots of Pictures!
So,
Here are a couple of pictures of our snowball fight gone terribly wrong. Someone decided we should make a snowman, then Paul (the one hugging the biggest snowball) decided we should move it across the parking lot in front of one of his friend's doorways. Is was way more trouble, and time, than it was worth, and I was more than a little annoyed with it (note the picture of Kelley and I beating chunks off one of the snowballs in one of the pictures), but we survived.
Here are some blonde waffles in our kitchen in Provo. Our waffle-maker cooks them well in the middle but hardly at all on the edges.
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