The end of classes

And I made it. Two terms of classes, not particularly hard ones, but ones that required a bountiful amount of work are under my belt--the only things I need to complete now are my practicum and my student teaching! Oy. It feels like I just got my acceptance letter from Concordia, telling me to get ready for the year ahead of me.

Let's see, since June I have: started classes, renewed my love of daily planners, had a job, quit a job, stressed about money, spent more money for gas than I have in my life, had mini-cry-fests, spent more hours on my butt doing homework than I have in my life, done art projects that would make any first grader envious, minded my tongue (and my manners), become an expert at driving on freeways, felt like time just keeps going by faster and faster, made connections, gained 10 pounds, eaten my weight in Hot Pockets (which partly explains the 10 pounds), worn my hair down to work (when you've been in food service, this is a major happening), gotten compliments from students, gotten many hugs from students, felt like I have found my calling, bought new glasses, made a website, created a blog, volunteered at a camp for kids with Asperger's or high-functioning autism (which literally changed my life and my view of other people and myself), and probably some other things that just have not entered my head at this moment.

Honestly, these past few months have been a whirlwind--and some of the best of my life. I feel like I have a direction, a goal, and this is where I am meant to be. Hooray for the end of classes and actually getting on to  doing what I am meant to be doing!