So I technically graduated from good ol' BYU-Idaho in April of 2007 despite the fact that I walked in my little cap and gown in April of 2006. I had to finish one online literature class from BYU to graduate and I took my sweet time doing it.
I graduated in History Education with a minor in English Education. When you graduate you are supposed to apply for your Idaho teaching certificate so that you can get a job or so that you can keep your certificate up to date until you want to teach.
Well, you have 3 years to apply. Since my 3 years was almost up, I finally got my fingerprinting done. It was literally the only thing I had left to do. Are you starting to see a pattern of procrastination? My mom calls it "Flying by the seat of my pants" and after 26 1/2 years of doing it I'm getting pretty awesome!
I got my little certificate in the mail and guess what? Procrastination has paid off! I have until 2014 to do my 6 credits of continuing education to renew my license! Mwah ha ha. Will I procrastinate that too? Yeah probably! I'm going to try really hard not to though!
The real question is, Do I honestly feel qualified to teach? Those silly people gave me a certificate to teach things that I've totally forgotten. Honestly I'm reading a book about grammar for Pete's sake! Oh well its taken care of...for now.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Flying by the seat of my pants
Posted by Brooke Banta at 8:06 AM 3 comments
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
More Misadventures of Mooch
I'm so sad I didn't get a picture of this one.
When Mooch climbs up somewhere and gets stuck there is a certain sense of panic in his voice when he cries. Usually he is stuck on top of the table or another piece of furniture.
Sometime last week he was in my room using the panicky cry. I sort of ignored him because there isn't anything he could get stuck on, or so I thought.
As all of you know we've been battling Hobo spiders for the past 4 months. And for the last 4 months Mooch hasn't touched a single sticky trap.
After a couple more yelps of panic I came in to investigate. Somehow he had gotten a sticky trap stuck to the bottom of his footie pajamas and then managed to get the trap stuck to the carpet too. He was literally Stuck in the middle of the floor.
I don't know how the kid does it.
Posted by Brooke Banta at 11:00 AM 2 comments