Sleepy Attempts at Coherence

Can you believe it?  
I am nearly halfway done with my masters degree.

So much has happened since moving here in June; I’ve learned so much, had so many experiences, asked so many questions, forged so many relationships.  It’s baffling to think it could all be contained in a matter of months.  And, in reality, I don’t think it can.  I have the feeling that the knowledge and skills I’m gleaning from my program are merely the taut, guarded bud petals of a teacher epiphany waiting to rupture into glorious bloom after I’ve paid my dues with a few years of teaching.  I often wonder if I’d feel freer to peer more intently into uncertainties had I chosen a lengthier program, but I don’t think so.  Student teaching and learning a certain agenda’s theoretical framework will always be like working in someone else’s kitchen:  you never know how much stuff is really in there for you to use until you have to pull everything out of the cabinets, pack it up and move it into your own kitchen.  …this is an insomnia-induced analogy, so for those who can’t process my neurotic baking habits let alone my domestic metaphors… I think this is the best place for me even if my deep understandings don’t come until later.

I love my kids.  And have finally written myself to a somnolent stupor.  And really I think, at this point, that’s all that really matters.

Insomnia:  0

Emily + blogging: 1

Victory is mine!

Best, 

Em