I am actually extremely excited to say that I have been accepted into the ISV Program. It’s an International Student Volunteer Program where I have 7 countries to choose from and I will go there for about a month over the summer to do volunteer work. It will be nice to get away and I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED.
Really? You’re going to sit there and trash talk me because I don’t want my boyfriend smoking weed? No, I do not have a problem with anyone smoking weed. AT ALL. The only reason I don’t want him to is because he has done some shitty stuff to me in the past over weed and it has left a bad taste in my mouth. Do not sit there and talk shit to my roommate. That’s just stupid. She will not agree with you and she will stand up for me. Also, DO NOT BRING MY MOTHER INTO THIS. “Margaret is becoming more saintly everyday. She becomes more and more like her mom each year.” Ok, first of all, don’t you dare say anything about my mom like that. She is probably one of most down to earth, realest person you will ever meet. She did a damn good job raising my brother and me and she has good morals. Just because she doesn’t drink doesn’t mean anything is wrong with her. She simply doesn’t like the way alcohol tastes. Sorry she taught me to make good choices and sorry I learned from the BEST. I am seriously over this shit and if it continues, I am done with every single person in apartment 224. Get your shit together. I shouldn’t even waste my time on you. I certainly deserve better and I’m tired of people killing my already low self esteem. I can do away with each and every one of you assholes who treat me like shit.
As an elementary ed major, I started my practicum last week. A practicum is where I am assigned a school and classroom and I have to do at least 16 hours of observation. It is for my ELEM 2123 class. That can include sitting and watching the teacher teach, helping with hands on activities, grading papers, making copies, etc. I got assigned 5th grade and when I first saw that, I was mad. I for sure knew I wanted to do K-2. However, the teacher I was assigned under seemed really nice and friendly through e-mail. Although I was not doing the grade I wanted, I was still excited to start. Needless to say I absolutely love working with 5th grade and don’t mind waking up so early to go into the classroom. The teacher that I am doing my observation under is young. She is probably the coolest ever and is so nice. She is a graduate from ECU and this is her 3rd year teaching. She is one of the crazy, wild, fun teachers that everyone always wanted to have as their teacher whenever they went moved up a new grade. I love love love love what I’m doing. After only three days of observing, grading papers, helping students with math in small groups, I am positive this is what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. Teaching.
I seriously wish I had the nerve to stand up to people and not to let people walk all over me. It sucks. I am too nice. I shouldn’t have to be scared of what my “best” friends are going to say back to me. I shouldn’t have to plan out what I’m going to say. I shouldn’t have to feel inferior when I’m around them. Not only that, but I shouldn’t have to worry about people talking crap about me. It’s sad when you know your “best” friends are in an apartment that is 12 feet away and you know they’re sitting there having a little pow wow talking about you. I know who my real friends are. And that’s all that matters. I just shouldn’t have to worry about any of those things. I need to stand up for myself. Take your petty high school bullshit away from me. Last time I checked, I was 19 and a sophomore in college trying to make something out of myself. Deuces.