I had to set a reminder in my not-smart phone to post a blog entry before midnight tonight. Although I definitely haven't managed to post daily, I'll be darned if all the months aren't listed in the archive! This blog is just one example of my tendency to dream bigger than I do. If you've ever read the Shopaholic series and can totally relate to Becky Bloomwood when she sees a pair of cute shoes and immediately resolves to buy them because they will be perfect for her internship at the White House where she never knew she wanted to work until she beheld such smart and sophisticated footwear, then we are kindred spirits. In addition to taking two classes and attending professional development trainings this summer, I recently signed on to help write curriculum for my district. What happened to the May me who intended to sleep in, read books that don't have an index in the back, and sip giant, half-price cherry limeades by the pool for who-knows-how-long-because-she's-lost-track-of-time? I have a feeling that in a couple of weeks when I have a paper due, a presentation to give, a project to turn in, and an English unit to fork over, little Miss Ambition will have cracked...and I'm not sure the king has enough horses and men to put me back together again!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
A Little Too Hopeful?
I had to set a reminder in my not-smart phone to post a blog entry before midnight tonight. Although I definitely haven't managed to post daily, I'll be darned if all the months aren't listed in the archive! This blog is just one example of my tendency to dream bigger than I do. If you've ever read the Shopaholic series and can totally relate to Becky Bloomwood when she sees a pair of cute shoes and immediately resolves to buy them because they will be perfect for her internship at the White House where she never knew she wanted to work until she beheld such smart and sophisticated footwear, then we are kindred spirits. In addition to taking two classes and attending professional development trainings this summer, I recently signed on to help write curriculum for my district. What happened to the May me who intended to sleep in, read books that don't have an index in the back, and sip giant, half-price cherry limeades by the pool for who-knows-how-long-because-she's-lost-track-of-time? I have a feeling that in a couple of weeks when I have a paper due, a presentation to give, a project to turn in, and an English unit to fork over, little Miss Ambition will have cracked...and I'm not sure the king has enough horses and men to put me back together again!
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