The best thing I’ve done this week was last night. My student teaching advisor has had me present to her student teaching seminar students about tech in the classroom for 3 semesters now. I love doing it, and so far, the students have learned stuff when I present.
It’s sort of a yay/nay situation, because Yay! I love teaching about tech, not just WITH it, and nay, obviously, it’s still not happening in the ed department or schools that practicing student teachers (in the last semester of their sr year, usually) still don’t know how to use Google effectively, or what portaportal is, for instance. Yay, there’s still an audience for me to teach to, and nay, that kind of sucks.
Regardless, it was awesome. One of the students was a mom from the library I worked at 2 summers ago, and she did the double take and hesitant “Do I know you . . .” look, and I said “Brewer Library — you’re Rachel’s mom” and her jaw dropped that I remembered that much.
There were no middle school placements in the group of 20, but even the primary grade teachers got a lot out of my “cram as much as I can into 30 minutes” talk. Just, yay. I was reassured that grad school is the right direction, that I AM good at teaching with and about this stuff, and there are willing audiences out there.
I left that to pick up Dave and go out for pizza with the in-laws, the whole clan. It wasn’t so bad; my nephew’s pseudo-stepdaughter has learned how to drink Coke from a can now, so there’s that (she’s 3) and both of their kids were sick and crying. And I guess if, in the future, my kids are sick on a pizza night (they happen maybe 2x a year, tops) then they stay home. As it was, they woke up the three year old to go out, and she screamed in between sips of (straight up, Coke Classic) soda. I was seated at the Baby end of the table, and didn’t hold one (Jacob was sick, and Damian was going around everywhere else) but was amused by Damian. (Again, the name is like nails on a chalkboard. ARGH.)
On the baby front, I think I am getting close to ovulation. I was exhausted last night, and my boobs hurt, and I was so overwhelmed by the scent of one of my students. (He ended up going home and changing, the cat smell was so powerful.) The nurse, who knows that we’re TTC, was awfully curious about the “heightened sense of smell” but I am pretty sure I’m not pregnant, just gearing up for ovulation.
I had borrowed a projector from the computer teacher for my presentation, and today when I returned it, she told me about a dream she’d had last night. Apparently, I had a daughter, and everyone thought it was odd because she was reallllly girly girl. This, in conjunction with an IBs dream this month that I had a baby, and the stroller was all decked out in pink feather boa-y things, and the IB thought “hmm, I had no idea you were such a fancy lady!” Which, as you all know, me and fancy and girly-girl. So, when you consider the petty annoyances I worry about (baby in december, mothering a girly girl) then this might be the month, karma wise. Or not. We’ll see. Sigh.