Things are far busier than I had anticipated for the summer.

Graduate school is a lot of work, but it's going to be worth it in the end. I loved last week, where the class was farmed out to various schools in the region for summer school tutoring. It really made me feel a lot better about things, after many weeks of lessons in theory, but not much in the way of practice. I find the class we are taking this past week to be mostly pointless, especially for someone with a background in English or Reading. I think they should have required this for all of the non-humanities oriented majors, but it's complete review for me. I already know how to read aloud to students, and I already have a background in literacy. The daily journal we have to write is at least interesting, though. It gives me a good way to get my thoughts out on paper. I may continue that beyond this class, if I can find the time. I also liked the Literacy Bag assignment, where everyone placed items contributing to their own personal literacy into a bag and brought it to share. It was a good chance for us to learn things about each other that we may not have known.

I wonder if I will be nearly prepared enough to student teach. If I had to gauge it on what they have taught in the series thus far, I would say no. I'm not sure how much practice other students have had in the classroom. I've had enough that I kind of know what to expect from the experience a little bit, but I know I still will feel wholly unprepared come September. Even though it's not as organized as I had hoped, I am still really enjoying it and actually look forward to going to school each day. I like the other students in my class and everyone seems to get along fairly well. That's a nice added bonus.

I have been trying to get back into going to church all summer, but something always seems to come up. Today, it was that Lisa needs my help with cleaning out her aunt's house, so I told her I would. I've accidentally double booked myself with her twice already this week, so I couldn't say no again. I'm not looking forward to doing it, but I did agree to, so...

I can't seem to get enough done in a day. I wish there were more time. My house is a mess, there is always somewhere I have to be, and the kids being out of school for the summer doesn't help. Sometimes I wish I only had myself to worry about. I do love being a mom and a wife and everything else I do, I just wish sometimes there were a moment to breathe. A few moments a day to just be myself, and not to have to wear any sort of hat. The trouble is, I'm not sure if I would know who I was without one of those hats on.

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