Date at the "Death House"

I really didn't have to think hard about the title. No, not at all. What death house am I referring to? I thought you would never ask...

Today was an in-service day, which means instead of being in our regular classrooms for student teaching, we are interrupted by some sort of engaging, meaningful activity. What was the activity that was so important that we had to sit on a Puma bus for and hour and a half to travel to indy? Uhh... to meet our legislators at the state house to try and persuade them to pass certain bills that pertain to teachers. What the heck!? First off, I don't ever plan on teaching in the state of Indiana, second of all being a Canadian citizen, I didn't know what the heck was going on about 100% of the time. And p.s. the parliament system is MUCH easier to understand. I don't think I could have stood out or seemed more disinterested in everything that was going on. I might as well have painted a red maple leaf on my forehead. Between the what seemed 140-some semi-balding, 60+ men dressed in suits and the leather-like texture of the turkey cutlet at lunch, I became enraged. I was actually DYING to be in class with my kids today. But when Dr. Venditti asked for any comments for improvement, or our opinion on how the day went, I just bit my tongue. Nobody cares what a Canadian thinks anyways. Americans: 55, Trish: 0.

Can we talk about the weather going on here!? If it isn't a flash flood warning, it's a winter storm warning, and if it isn't a winter storm warning it's a fog warning. We'll see if we have school tomorrow... we are supposed to go bowling.

Finally I need to express the comforting feeling of "everything is going to be alright" after I have promised to show effort  in planning for future employment opportunities. I've been researching a few things lately, finding out more information about the endless confusion on gaining employment authorization after I graduate. Not gonna lie, it has sparked an inner excitement, rather than a worry. This is a HUGE step for me. For anyone who knows me well, would say calling myself a perfectionist is an understatement. Within this unwanted necessity to be perfect (Which I've been tainted with by 'o perfect one herself, my mother), I've always wanted plan things out down to a T. I've realized from my great teacher named "experience" that this can never be the realistic case. Following this realization, I have began to trust the saying "everything happens for a reason" (although I despise its overuse), which has proven itself to be true in  more often times than not. Even if I did plan, it would never end up that way anyways. So, I have then switched my role from planner to preparer. What was once sooo many complex things, papers, and fees to look into as I transition from student to employer in the US, has become clear and attainable through planning and positive thinking. When I really stop and think about it, I already have a job in Kzoo, MI... I just don't know what school or grade yet.

I miss the fam greatly, I must add. I think about my cousin in London about to give birth, and I think about my Aunt out west about to get married. I pray for both of them, for their safety and their happiness.