I never have to take another class at CSU-Dominguez Hills again!  As of Thursday at around 7:45 pm, I officially finished all of the coursework required to obtain my California Level I Special Education (Mild/Moderate) teaching credential AND my Masters Degree in Special Education - Mild/Moderate Disabilities.  Although I'm not 100% through with the school yet - there's still paperwork to be filed and the Masters' exam in April - I never have to sit through another 3 hour torture session again.

 I feel great.

The odd part is that I have been taking classes nonstop for the last two and half years.  My life has been characterized by working full time and taking 4 classes.  I haven't had my evenings to myself on a regular basis in a long time.  What will I do with all of that free time?  Hone my TV watching skills?  Take up birdwatching?  Experiment with my home grown nuclear reactor?  Finally finish my intergalaxy telephone?

 Maybe I'll start writing this blog again...

Word of the Day:

Hi.  You many not remember me.  My name is Lauren.  I used to have a blog around here, but some time during the last two weeks I fell off the face of the earth.

Actually, I didn't fall off the face of the earth (although the two earthquakes we had last weekend made me seriously think I was going to).  It's just that during the last two weeks I finally felt the effects of being seriously over-committed.  Apparently, working as a full-time teacher, taking four graduate classes, attending physical therapy three times a week, attending regular therapy once a week, and being married with a dog doesn't leave you a lot of time for blogging.  Who woulda thunk it?

Word of the Day:

harass (verb) - to bother repeatedly

I looked over my blog today, and it seems my favorite thing to blog about is my blog . . . Hmmm.  A little Escher, anyone?

Word of the Day:

remedy      1. (noun) - a medicine or treatment used for healing

                2. (verb) - to return something to its proper condition

Is it confusing that a remedy can be used to remedy???
 

I totally shouldn't be blogging right now.

I should be:

1.  Writing two "abstracts" for research articles about transition from special education to employment, especially since they're due tomorrow

2.   Paying my bills

3.   Learning from my mistakes, as I lost this blog post the first time (again!!!)

4.   Going to the gym

5.   Finding ways to make my life more interesting, since judging from the above, I'm really boring

Word of the Day:

I'm blue

 No, not that kind of blue.  My blog is blue!!!!!!!  I am the happiest of campers.  I love blue, and there can never be too much blue.  It makes nice sweaters, nice couches, nice bedspreads, nice candy, nice paint colors, nice flowers, nice everything.  I like to have blue in everything I do.  It took a lot of effort on my part to expand my wardrobe beyond blue, but with convincing I did, though I still keep blue as the majority.  The Gal Pals tried to change me, but at heart I'm still true blue.


 
Word of the Day:

absurd (adj.) - without good sense

I like to reference movies, literature, and pop culture whenever possible, but sometimes I realize that this is only for my own benefit.  However, I would like to allow others to gain from this hobby of mine, so I will give FIVE HUNDRED MILLION GRABBLES to anyone who can identify what I was referencing by the title of my previous post.

It's been awhile since my last blog post, and I'd like to blame it on going out of town twice, having my family come visit, going back to work, and going back to school.  I'd also like to blame it on sunspots, the greenhouse effect, and insurgent groups in the Congo.  But despite the many excuses I could generate, the truth is I have been avoiding the task once again, mostly because I was unable to settle on a topic.

 What is it that makes people vary so much on the spectrum of  decisiveness?  There are definitely some people who always know what they want.  These people are annoying; they never let me pick which movie to rent.  Then there are the people who can't seem to decide anything.  I often wonder how they survive without someone helping them choose when to breathe.  I clearly fall on the indecisive end of the scale, though I seem to be able to make a few decisions for myself - I totally picked my own outfit this morning, though I think my neighbors were annoyed when I knocked on all of their doors to get approval.