I know, I know–it’s been forever and a day since I’ve blogged, but believe me when I say the last couple weeks of school were the hardest yet. Trying to deal with several papers and a test for each class all while retaining what little sanity you have left is tricky business. Thankfully the horror of finals ended and I was able to drive back down to a wonderful little place called Gilbert, Arizona.
What have I done since I’ve been home? Nothing. Am I ok with this? Yes, ma’am.
One productive part of my week came when I chaperoned on Andie’s field trip. Needless to say, it was awesome. I woke up (relatively) early, grabbed the sack lunch my mommy packed for me, and accompanied Andie to her 5th grade classroom. I got to ride a yellow school bus (an experience I assumed I would enjoy more out of pure nostalgia) and run around with 30 5th graders for a couple hours at the Happy Heart Center. (Andie will tell you it’s the Halle Heart Center because it’s named after some person or something, but I’m sticking with Happy) I learned all about eating healthy and exercising and how your heart works. It was about this point that I realized two things:
- Elementary school teachers are saints. I could never be responsible for that many crazy children and still be a nice person. Bless you, Elementary Ed.
- We should have field trips in college. I would learn way more if I could play with cool exhibits and watch cheesy detective movies. Time to talk to Cecil O.