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My TESOL certificate class is ending. On Thursday. And all I can think is: Holy hell, when did that happen? I made it through my six hours of practice teaching with minimal damage to student's minds, at least. It's kind of funny, in a way, that for the last three months I've spent my time working on the concepts of a student-centered lesson, but for the most part the things I've worked on will be fairly useless - especially if I become an ALT.

Of course with the ending of the certificate course come the parents with their never-ending lectures and speeches (always the same thing said fourteen times in a span of five minutes. Quite impressive, really). Now it's talk about 'find a second job while you wait, send out your resumes NOW OR THEY'LL NEVER TAKE YOU'. 'Why are you still in my house', basically. Even though I've been working on the portfolio necessary for completing the course - as in, without it I don't get said certificate - I'm still getting my mother breathing down my neck to not do it and work on the applications for the various organizations instead. Yes, I realize that if I don't send them in, I don't get a job. But if I do send them in and don't get the certificate, three months just got wasted - not to mention money.

Still haven't done my Christmas shopping. Haven't been ice skating yet, either. At least I have better New Year's plans than 'squatting around Times Square in the freezing cold' or 'hanging out at home drinking by myself'. Hollywood Glamour at the Montauk Club it is. I'm thinking a mix of Katherine Hepburn, Veronica Lake, and Gloria Swanson. Now to buy some huge hair curlers, mousse and a metric ton of hair spray bottles.

Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] sw_inku and I are considering a joint birthday party with an enforced dress code - probably of the Victorian/Edwardian period variety. Probably at Alice's and then in Central Park for photos, weather permitting, but it's still only in the preliminary planning.
vintage_belle: (Firefly - Define Interesting)
At last, a bit of decent weather. *eyes it warily* Now to see if it stays ...

Not incredibly much to report. If I was iffy on the subject of nationalism before, my 'Nationalism in modern history' class readings are doing absolutely nothing to change my opinion. A bunch of social scientists and/or historians arguing the same points in big words and long fuck-off sentences do not fun readings make. So far I think my favorite (read: WTF) moment of the class was when some girl basically said that Elie Kedourie was anti-progress and anti-nationalism because he was Jewish. (insert sarcasm) Becuase yeah. All us Jews. Anti-everything, that's us. Don't forget - we control your media, too. Fairly soon we're switching over from nationalism in general to Arab nationalism, and oh joy! won't that be fun. Or not. (end sarcasm)

On the upshot, my professor is a Yankees fan, so I get a few minutes of baseball talk in before each class. Not as good as seeing games, but better than nothing.

Also have not yet gotten my new debit/credit (not sure which) card. This is getting worrisome.
vintage_belle: (Ianto - come back to me)
And so I return to the land that is Appleton, Wisconsin, and begin another term of studies. At least this term I'm in Kohler hall once more. The single is smaller, sure, but this is much better than being in the isolation of Trever. Also the weather is freakin' warm, which was quite nice to come back to. Perhaps my planned tea party won't have to wait until May or June.

I've had one class so far, Intro to East Asian Linguistics, which promises to be very interesting. It also promises to kill me with reading, but I'll see what I can do about staying alive.

I have also done my first round of shopping - hopefully it will last me longer than a week - and I shall go to a work meeting (that will NOT be at Downer, thank God) at 4:30 and be all 'give me a job, bitch'. Except not really, because I actually want the money.
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This is not a complaint, merely an observation: This really does not feel like school. In any sense of the word.

I feel like I'm at some sort of deranged winter camp - like there should be activities/classes but there aren't. Yesterday was supposed to be my first class of British Musical Renaissance, but the professor had some sort of appointment and so couldn't make it. So instead I just had my first official class of Intro to Theatre, but the class is from 16:00 to 17:45, so I had nothing all morning. Then today I was supposed to have 19th C Art and Design from 14:15 to 17:45, but the professor didn't show up, so instead I was able to find my way to Goldsboro Books - a store specializing in first and signed editions of fantasy and crime genre books. It's kind of dangerous for me to feel this way, because I'm so comfortable I know I'll wind up neglecting my work if a feeling of 'this is school' doesn't set in.

The lovely thing about my intro to theatre class is that we go to a show a week - and in fact we're going to two this week. We just saw The Seafarer last night. We're off to see Dick Whittington and His Cat tomorrow night. Twelfth Night, The History Boys, Cabaret, Ghosts, The Seagull, Coram Boy, Attempts on Her Life, There Came a Gypsy Riding and The Merry Wives of Windsor are also on the program. Merry Wives we will see at Stratford-upon-Avon, with Judy Dench! There's only one problem with it. It's been turned into a musical.


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