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It's Four Oclock In The Morning – Dammit!

Well, 417 to be exact. I woke up about an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep. It’s partly from the chicken burrito I ate last night – no need to say more – but it’s mostly about the HUGE change that is about to occur in my life. Monday morning, my life changes, completely, irreversibly. I start the final step in the process of becoming a high school history teacher – I start my student teaching. For those not familiar with the world of education, student teaching is much like an apprenticeship, where you serve under a master teacher and learn the skills of the art of teaching. I have been a substitute teacher for a year, and I have learned a lot about classroom management, but this will be different. As a Sub, you are kind of a fill-in, where most of the hard work, such as lesson preparation, has been done for you. Now I will, in a couple of weeks, become responsible for producing lesson plans that meet all the criteria of the California state standards, grading assignments, being a psychologists, nurse, and everything else that goes with the job of teaching.

I’m not sure if I’m making alot of sense or describing my thoughts on this subject as well as I normally could – it is four in the morning after all. But I’ll do the best I can. My mood lately has been a see saw, where at one point, the logical part of my personality knows I will do fine, as I don’t start teaching for a couple of weeks, and will have plenty of time to get up to speed. Then there are other times where the mystery of this new unknown adventure on which I am about to embark becomes almost overwhelming. Usually my dreams don’t seem to have squat to do with my daily life – kinda like the time I dreamt (is that a word?) I was shot and killed on the Mexican border for trying to smuggle fine imported Italian spaghetti across the border, and then came back to life as a cartoon dog! I don’t know; I can’t explain; my brain is a mystery to me too!!! Anyway, tonight’s episode made more sense, what little I can remember of it. I awoke with lasting image of having to cross a fifty foot chasm, one hundred miles deep, on a flimsy looking bridge made of nothing but toothpicks! However, I’m not sure or can’t remember what business Don Henley had being there…