As I was walking out of the School of Ed tonight, a fellow student said something about how this semester is so much better than last. I laughed and said it was like this, raising my hand over my head.
The class he and I share is about evaluation. It’s going to be challenging and that’s a very good thing. We’re also working on projects by ourselves which, apparently for him too, is a very, very good thing. The class also only has 11 or 12 people in it, we have someone who is auditing so I don’t know if he should be in the headcount. Already we’re off to good conversation and a relaxed atmosphere.
I’m still the rare bird, which we already knew and a delicate flower too, because I’m the only EdS in the room. I’ve heard of one other but he’s nearly done and I think he’s a distance student. That’s OK. I don’t have to be like everyone else. I already have my master’s (making up half the students in class) and I just don’t want to do the research to be a PhD (the other half).
I stood outside for about 10 minutes waiting for the bus tonight. It was cold so I put on my unattractive hat and paced. As I was pacing, I thought it was good that I was outside with a hat, coat and gloves because there were some fool students in shorts and t-shirts. WTF. Actually, what I meant to say was something about how lucky I am to have a coat, gloves and a hat, but the WTF of shorts and t-shirts in 20 degree weather just blew me away.