filling in the gaps

New Flash, new day.

so I bought a new flash-- a ringlight flash that goes in front of my lens and got these
results.

In the past month, 2005 has become more interesting. a lot of people seem to be missing me since I’ve gone awl. not on purpose though. Between school, my teaching internship that forces me to be at school at 8 am, Tuesdays and Fridays, doing freelance work for departments on campus (that's what the above pictures are for).

I honestly have been having gripes with the professor who teaches the class I have to observe all semester. he seems sincere but stuck in his ways and can be harsh on the class. and plus I don't think poetry is a great way to get students to learn how to write essays. Poetry is really open to interpretation. but I have to ride this out if I want to take a stab at being an adjunct teacher next school year. Even though I feel like I don't what I’m doing. But that's what my teaching course is for. Speaking of that, I have a paper -- first draft due on that class after the break. So far I have been soliciting teachers to tell me what led to their tenure as a teacher. I’m hoping this will help me in developing the opening paragraph that I have:
On a very early Friday morning, I am sitting in a freshman composition class as is required for me to teach the subject in the near future. A student sits in the back attempting to catch some sleep without the professor noticing. While others leave their cell phones on, only to have to turn it off when the ring tone disturbs the class. I find myself laughing at these intrusions that remind me of my days as a young unsure freshman. In a recent Time article , a Syracuse University professor described incidents where her students had unhealthy dependences to their parents. In one scenario, students claimed they were late for class because their mothers didn’t call to wake them up; in another scenario students called their parents from the classroom to complain about a grade and passed the phone to the professor in the middle of class. There are variations to these stories throughout elementary and high school where the tug-of-war between parents and teachers is either beneficial to both, painful, or just plain nonexistent. If post high school is when one begins the journey to adulthood how should a student be taught to be self-reliant, responsible, and better writers? A better way to answer this question is to understand how my life led me to working on an MFA in Creative Writing.
I’m thinking of it as a teaching narrative because a writing narrative seems too by-the-numbers for me.


My Goddaughter is in town for Easter