“I hope you all have the opportunity to find a trainer who changes your whole life for the better. Someone who develops you as a person and as a rider. Someone who makes you fall in love with the sport all over again because they encompass all the reasons you started to begin with. There’s a lot of decent trainers out there- there’s just not very many decent people.”—N. Thornton (via ring-side)
I added a second major!!! Political Science! It will only take an extra semester to complete…so my intended graduation should be December 2014! Woohoo! Hopefully, I can find a solid job in the equine industry after graduation until I venture to grad school.
It’s so lonely being one of the only females in your school’s history program. Oh! And the other history majors? They’re mostly student athletes who call you an overachiever because you actually complete your assignments on time. Oh, VI. I like to do my work. I love to read. I love to write. I love being a history major.
After 2 years, I’ve had a change of heart. I am changing my major. Instead of receiving my licensure to teach social studies at the secondary level, I would like to get my BA in History and a minor in Political Science. I don’t think that secondary education is right for me. At this point, I would like to attend graduate school after VI and work towards becoming a professor. This is my new goal and I feel like a burden has been lifted.
This summer has been interesting. I guess I shouldn’t use interesting as it is a non-descriptive word. All right, this summer has had its ups and downs.
On a high note, I spent all summer working on my research grant! At this point, I have 21 pages typed. I’m hoping for the paper to be around 30 pages in length when I am finished. To sum it up? The Forest Service has drastically altered its mission in order to meet the changing demands of the American public. Not only has the public pressured the agency into allowing more public participation during the decision making process, but congress has also created various pieces of legislation to legally alter the mission of the Forest Service in order to make the American public happy. That is a short summary of my project. I’ve looked at the original legislation that gave the agency a purpose and I’ve read recent GAO reports and interviews Forest Service staff. I’m still working on it, but it has been educational and fun. The best part? I loved visiting Duke University to use their library and archives.
And…the low part of the summer. I am 20 years old and now have braces. At times, it still hurts to eat certain things, but they aren’t as bad as I thought they would be. It is what it is. At least I’ll have pretty teeth one day! Home was a sketchy situation for most of the summer. Things were bad; however, I have lived with my grandparents and my surrogate grandparents for the past 5 weeks. All is well now. I’ve redefined my idea of “family” and “home.” I’m much happier now than I have been in a long time.
And the best part? I move back to college in less than a week! I’m ready to start the semester and I miss my apartment. I am carrying a course load of 18 hours and I’m ready to tackle my junior year of college. I have a new pet bunny to bring with me too.
An ode to summer…well, it has been a learning experience. I feel as if I’ve learned a lot about myself and I’ve had to grow up throughout the past 4 months, but that’s a good thing. So, I’m ready to end the summer and begin the new semester (plus, I miss helping with kiddos in the classroom, even if I am only observing. I graded papers for my surrogate grandfather last night and I was so excited to do something, even if I just graded papers).
You know, times get tough at points in your life. However, friends and family (even those who aren’t truly related) help you get through these times. I don’t believe I’ve shared this exciting information with many people yet, but some of my “family” has decided to give me the awesome gift of braces. I am 20 years old and a junior in college, but I shall embrace the braces because they will be awesome in the end. Growing up I never had dental insurance, so I’ve been to the dentist more times this summer than in my entire life. I’m excited. I’m thrilled. When I begin my teaching career, I’ll have straight teeth. Perhaps I’m being vain, focusing too much on appearance…but, I am eager to tackle this new adventure. Yay!
One of my favorite horses left today. I feel lost. I feel as if I have lost a friend, a companion, a partner. This is horrible. I’ve never had to say good bye to a horse before, but I know he is going to a good home. It will be better for him, but I’ll miss him a lot. At least I still have my Nap to spoil rotten.
What is it like to have a normal family? I know “normal” is subjective, but tonight I spent time with my surrogate grandparents. I didn’t get yelled at, and they were able to work together without arguing constantly. I’ve never experienced this feeling before. It was a sense of calm while being around family. You know what? I loved it. Is this a “normal” family? Not being afraid to getting blocked in by another car in the driveway, or carrying your cell phone in your pocket constantly? Not cowering in a corner or having to stay quiet in the living room to avoid sharing your opinions? It was delightful and I love my surrogate grandparents. Just sayin’.
My observations are going great. I love the class and I am learning so much from my cooperating teacher. I get to grade papers, check homework, and help answer questions about the material. I can’t wait to be a teacher. On a side note, I love getting to dress like a teacher — it is so fun! So, this is just a quick update. VHS is delightful. :)
Lessons Learned Thank you for what you taught me and for helping me to grow. You have expanded so much my learning and taught me what I know. You are someone I will never forget Nor the lessons I have learned For they will never be wiped clean They’re in my memory burned.
So, I have to be at the high school in the morning by 7:30! What shall I wear? What kind of cooperating teacher will I be assigned to? Why is the high school so big? Anyway, I’ll get back to coherency. I am thrilled to finally be placed for my field experience (observations). I’ll keep everyone updated after tomorrow!
Almost 2 years ago today, Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer. One week before that, my great grandmother and my great uncle both passed away on the same day, but by unrelated causes. That was a horrible January. That was the beginning of 2010 and now it is the beginning of 2012. Wow. Where did the time go? So, I shall get back to my story. Grandpa had to have surgery where they removed his tongue and built a new one. He had cancer from shooting radar for the LAPD for 25 years. It was terrifying. I was a senior in high school and I was overwhelmed with school…then Granny died…then Grandpa had cancer. I fell to pieces. I was scared to visit Grandpa in the hopsital because I didn’t know if I was strong enough to see Grandpa there. My Grandpa has been my father figure for most of my life. Today, Grandpa is healthy and all is well, which is awesome.
I have another grandfather. He isn’t my blood relative, so we could say he is my surrogate grandfather. Last week, I was told that he needs surgery in a few months. Not just something simple, but a real surgery. This scares me. I love him to death and I am worried that I won’t be as strong as I should be when the time comes. I’ll try to be a good granddaughter, but what if I can’t? I believe that I have grown up since Grandpa had his surgery, so maybe I’ll have learned from that experience and will be fine with my surrogate grandfather. I hope so.
Well, that is my tangent for the week. My grandfathers are awesome. They are the supportive members of my family (and one was and one is a teacher!).
Well, I moved into a campus apartment this past weekend and I love it! I can’t imagine ever living in a dorm again. My apartment is my home now. It is cozy (very small), but I have a main room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Oh, and a porch too! I have it decorated with hand me down furniture and lots of things that represent me. My favorite thing? My bookcase that is filled with books. For a college student, I have so many books and I love it.
I began my 3rd education class this semester and I am taking an education class concerning technology. As I was sitting in the orientation last week, it suddenly hit me — I’m going to teach one day. As a matter of fact, I’ll be doing observation hours this semester at a local high school! Wow. This is quite nifty, but shocking to think about. I just created a PortaPortal for my first assignment and it was awesome! 2 years from now, I’ll be student teaching.
But then comes the question concerning graduate school. After I receive my B.A. in history with licensure, will I go straight into teaching? Or will I go to grad school? My dream graduate school is Duke University. Why not shoot for the stars? The future will happen as it is supposed to, so I shouldn’t worry about it. But, it was exciting to realize that I’m going to teach high school history one day just like my surrogate grandfather.
I am studying to be a high school history teacher, thus I am following in my grandfather’s footsteps. Most of the time, I am thrilled. Today, I was not so thrilled. Because my grandfather is a teacher, I’m not supposed to call him on weekdays. There are exceptions, of course. And when I want to visit with him quickly, I have to meet him at his classroom after school. But, that is ok with me.
I went to say good bye to him today, but I had to meet him at the high school. His classroom is so familiar to me — and it is a place of safety and security. However, tonight was open house, so parents were coming to speak to the teachers. What was the end result? I was sobbing as I hugged my grandfather and I told him that I loved him. The embarassing part? Parents walked in to speak to him about their student. Delightful. Great. That is just how I wanted to end my winter break. Oi.
I am going back to college in a few days! But, I’m going to miss my grandfather a bunch.
Well, I’m helping with another journalism class tomorrow and I am thrilled! On the down side, I had a huge fight with my mother today over my so called lack of family loyalty. I was pretty upset about the whole thing. I suppose I get to practice the art of not showing that something is wrong around my students. I shall conquer tomorrow and deal with my family issues at a later time. On the bright side, I will help teach high school students about the art of journalism! Yay!
I helped teach a journalism class today! My old teacher from high school left me alone with the editors for 90 minutes. Whoop! We accomplished quite a bit and the students were eager to learn. It made it seem so real that I am going to be a teacher. Yay!
My first love was journalism. I loved the atmosphere and I miss the intensity. Guess who gets to help with a high school journalism class next week? Me! Twice! I am helping with another class, but I do not know which class yet. I am so excited. I’ve helped before and the excitement was the same. Whoop! I know I am a history education major, but I figure that a classroom is a classroom.
Well, I claim him as my grandfather and I love him to death. He is a high school history teacher, just like I want to be. Today, I spent my afternoon in his classroom with him. We took down all of the Christmas decorations and tidied up the classroom. His second semester starts tomorrow and I wanted to help him get ready. Me? I was on my hands and knees counting textbooks and reorganizing the study guide books. I enjoyed helping him a bunch. As I wiped down the desks, I realized that I will have my own classroom in a few years. That thought is terrifying for me. By the time I left, we both looked proudly at the clean classroom. It was a successful day.
Another day, another cold front, and another lesson
Whoop! I taught another riding lesson today! My student wanted another lesson before her Christmas Break ended. The bad part? Today was a frigid day in the mountains. We were in a wind chill advisory and my poor student came in a sweatshirt and breeches. Really? Anyway, now I know why my trainer used to fuss when I wanted to ride in the cold weather. As I stood in the frozen arena, I was a very cold individual. But, I love teaching and the lesson was worth it. My student couldn’t stop grinning and said that she learned so much today. I guess braving the cold was worth it? As I taught the lesson, I was bundled up and I had to yell instructions because the wind prohibited my student from hearing me well. Another successful lesson though! I can’t wait until I get to teach history…in a classroom…but until then, I shall teach riding lessons!
I have a passion for history and thriving need to gain knowledge. This is what I want to share with my future students. But there is another reason that I want to teach.
High school was a rough 4 years. My father tends to have a drinking problem and my mother doesn’t handle stress well. As a straight A student and an AP/honors student as well, I wasn’t allowed to do homework at home. If I was studying or reading, my parents believed that more important things could be done, such as house work. School was a safe place, and I found comfort in a single classroom.
During my senior year, I suppose I wasn’t quite myself. Some things had happened in my family and I wasn’t handling everything well. But a teacher took the time to talk to me. He listened as I told him everything that had been happening and from then on, I knew I would be ok. This teacher took an interest in my future, because my education would free me from my home situation.
This teacher helped me with every single application for college, every scholarship application, and anything else concerning my future. But he also had an impact on me. I knew that someone, even though my family wasn’t exactly normal, was looking after me. When something would happen at home, I would appear in my teacher’s classroom before or after school. He was there at my graduation and as I was about to leave for college, he gave me books to use in college.
Teachers teach academic material, but they also guide students and help them. In college, we learned about “impact teachers” in my education classes. This teacher helped give me a shot at freedom from my home life and I claim him as my “impact teacher.” Eventually, I want to help free students from negative situations and I want them to know that someone cares about them, even when things seem horrid.
So, I am from a small town in the southern United States. It isn’t uncommon to see the Confederate flag flying high on a grassy hill, or a truck that is so loud that it makes everything vibrate as it drives by. From my graduating class, more than 15 girls are pregnant or have already had children. I graduated in 2010 from high school. This town is a close knit community, but education is frowned upon. In my family, the womenfolk has a role and a place in the household and in society as a whole. To me, this seems backwards. Why should I be in the kitchen? I like to visit with my family, not just cook for them or clean up after them! And why should we always be the ones to clean up the mess?
I suppose I should focus again. When I applied for college, my parents were not supportive. I filled out my applications while at school in order to avoid being reprimanded for applying to several colleges that were out of state. My favorite teacher sat with me as I filled out every application, wrote every essay, and he wrote all of my recommendation letters. Scholarships and honors programs were the next challenge, but that same teacher helped me with every application. What was the result? I am an honors student at a private college and it is completely paid for with scholarships and grants. To me, this is success. I am pursuing my education and I hope to escape this small town if possible.
Now for the ironic part. Since I have been raised in this small town in Appalachia, I am qualified to apply for a research grant concerning the area. I am almost done with my application and my proposal for the project. It means that I will live here next summer and further my education in the situation that I tried to escape in the first place. This just seems ironic to me. Wish me luck for my application!
As you know, I am an avid equestrian. Today, I taught a different subject than I wish to teach in my future: I gave a riding lesson.
I have given a few riding lessons over the year, but today was just awesome. My student is only 13 years old and is in the 8th grade. Normally, we share the same riding instructor, but our trainer is out of town for the holidays, thus I stepped up to teach.
As I rode my favorite horse, Clark, and gave the lesson at the same time, it shocked me to realize that I actually was teaching. The words coming out of my mouth sounded like an instructor’s. “Heels down,” I would shout to her across the arena. “What are your two points of contact during the 2 point position?” I would ask. As we worked on her least favorite task, riding without stirrups, I demonstrated the correct way of posting or sitting the trot. By the end of the lesson, the student was sore from riding, but a huge grin was spread across her face.
I was a teacher today. I suppose I wasn’t the history teacher that I am aspiring to be, but I shared my knowledge of riding with a student and we learned from each other.