Flitting around in my head

Before I begin, I want to give you a little bit of warning- I'm feeling all over the place today. I apologize in advance for the little bits and pieces I'm going to throw at you.

I feel like I've been in a strange educational bubble lately. I've been so entwined with learning theories, and creating sparkly art projects that I have forgotten that another world exists outside of Maclauren. I first realised it in my ELA class this morning, one of my colleagues was mentioning something that he had heard on the news. ... Wait. What?! Stuff is happening, and people are learning about it?! I'm so terribly out of touch these days. I get my news in snippets, usually much later than it has actually happened. I can tell you however, all about Piaget, scaffolding, and how there about forty quadrillion different lesson plan templates floating out there in the universe.
The one thing that I have kept up with is my love of Canadian independent music, and the only reason that happens is that I listen to it on my ipod via podcast on my morning trip into school.

I wonder if I will ever return to the media savvy, internet addicted person I once was. Only time will tell...

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 Last week I had the most rewarding curriculum class assignment. We were listening to a story and then creating a poster of what we thought a certain section of the book was potraying. It was so freeing and soothing and fabulous. I got to play with glitter (a love of mine for certain. I know you are secretly cheering about it on the inside too) and work with some FANTASTIC people. Seriously. This group was a dreamteam. Completely supportive and creative and just upbeat fantastic.
I was feeling the love- there is no other way to put it!-

And because pictures or it didn't happen:

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Now I'm sending myself away for a few days, before I get thrown back into the giant pit of lessonplanning doom adventures. It really isn't so bad, but the process itself is a little exhausting as I'm learning it. I come home most days feeling like I did when I was learning to drive at 16: twitching at the amount of thinking and focusing I had to do to keep control of everything. I know that it is going to click eventually and I am going to be capable and good at what I do, I just need to keep at it and it will eventually become an unconcious act. Eventually.



À la prochaine! I have some exploring to do!

K