It has been a long while since I’ve written here, in my defense, winter term was the hardest/ most intense/ most stressful term I have ever had. Through a battery of tests (PRAXIS I, GRE, PRAXIS II, MAT), a full schedule of classes, sixty hours of working at Edison, and working at Carson–I was everywhere but where I wanted to be. However, because of last term I think that I do best when my time is taken up… by some grace, I actually got two A’s this term. I find this astounding as I am notoriously a B (if I’m lucky) student. Of course the courses I did well in where SPED classes, but that just leads to my next point: rejection! I started off my spring break with a letter saying that I didn’t make the cut for the graduate program in Special Education. Oh well, I think I was naive to expect to have a chance at one of the top school in the nation. I am still waiting to hear about the Middle/Secondary Grad program–if that falls through, it should get interesting (read that as: I’ll be mowing lawns). I’m stuck between a rock and apathy… not getting in would put me in a pinch, but at the same time, what does it matter? At worst it would just delay my plans. Oh well.
In other news: my spring break was very good. I was in the car for well over 1,200 miles. I think I have a permanent imprint of my wallet. First I went to Hoodriver for the wedding of my RA from my freshman year. It was a nice wedding, it was good to see Bowlby after a couple of years. The reception was in the Columbia Gorge Hotel, which was amazing. The only bad thing about going to the wedding was that Jessica couldn’t come with, she loves weddings–especially the reception.
The next day, my dad and I drove down to Ashland. It was great just to talk and listen to music. Once we got to Ashland, I got see my dad’s old dorm rooms. He told me stories of his college days, I am somewhat disappointed, because his stories makes my college days seen pale. Overall, it was a very fun time, I definitely don’t hang out with my dad as much I would like to, but the tripped assured me that if my dad and I were the same age, I’d probably would have hung out with him.
After a few days back at my parent’s house, seeing family, roto-tilling, and watching tv, my family (the four of us, not our whole family) drove to Victoria, B.C., in my younger days my family would go to British Columbia every summer to camp. We saw various different spots where we used to camp, or the bakery we used to go to (best baked goods, ever), and the beach where we used to go clamming. Of course this induced tears, not mine–my mom’s, I do have to admit that it does feel weird to see these spots from a new angle (and I don’t mean because I am taller). It brought back a lot of good memories about going Canada, even though some of them did involve fires, drunks, and stolen toys. It is weird to realize that I have grown up, I can’t be bathed in the Prince William Sound any more. The perspective has changed but the boy hasn’t.