The Art of Being

I’m reflective like a mirror.

Well, for better or worse my PACT assessment has been submitted. Naturally, I don’t feel that it’s my best work, but after 20-30 pages of commentary and reflection I don’t think that anyone could feel good about it!

I would really appreciate your prayers, good vibes, extra good karma, or whatever niceties you’ve got to spare because successfully completing this student teaching rotation and graduating in May are all contingent upon passing. You can also try sending telepathic messages to my assessor. I don’t know who it is, but it’s like the room of requirement… if you think about it hard enough, your message will find him or her.

Anyway, there is literally pain radiating from the fingers on my right hand to my elbow from the carpal tunnel syndrome this has given me. My fashion sense has devolved into believing that leggings are acceptable leg-wear. My diet for the last 72 hours has mainly consisted of waffles, chocolate, and a rotation of diet coke and diet dr. pepper. My constant companions have been a bottle of Advil, a tube of mint Chapstick, Sara Bareilles singing away in my headphones, the pretty scarf my sis bought me to cheer me up, and the knowledge that by this time tonight it would have to be finished because there was no other option.

Now since my brain has short-circuited and I no longer know what I’m typing, I’m going to go to bed where I will sleep forever (but not really) and eventually rejoin the land of the living, non-reflective, normal people.