CURRICULUM AND INSTRUCTION: READING WITH AN EMPHASIS IN ELEMENTARY EDUCATION

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Mind-numbing textbooks
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Late, stressful nights.
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More mind-numbing textbooks
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Papers to type. Research. Works Cited. APA format. Bleh.
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Grad School.
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It's official. I have begun my Master's program. I never dreamed in a million years that I'd be heading down this road one day. I was soooo happy to be finished with research papers and textbooks for the rest of my life, and yet, here I am, starting all over again. Just saying the name of this darn program wears me out (see post title).
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And quite honestly, I pictured myself happily at home with two kids by now. All of this deviating from my blueprint is very discouraging. Has anyone felt depressed by nothing and everything all at the same time? But, I must keep repeating the mantra that has helped me find humor and focus through many past deviations from my plans.
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"The surest way to make God laugh is to tell him your plans."

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I mean, God knows what he's doing, right? Marrying Andrew was NOT on my plan. And yet, I'm kind of glad I did.
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Tonight, after tears, profanities, and several sincere announcements that I was dropping out (it's a long dramatic story I doubt you care to hear)...I finally submitted the first paper for my first class.

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Then, I informed Andrew that he was to take me on a date this instant, that he had to plan, and that had better be fun. With obedience highlighting his great wisdom, Andrew immediately grabbed the car keys and drove us to Cold Stone Creamery.
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We shared the Birthday Cake Remix, in case you were wondering.
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You'll all understand if my blog gets neglected more than usual, right? Can we still be friends?
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Wish me luck as I dig into this new phase of my life! And then send a prayer my way...or twenty while you're at it. Much obliged.
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