So, all my best intentions for a blog of course completely feel apart as soon as we had an actual full week of school. I'm pretty sure this last week was one of only two (three tops) full weeks we've actually had since Christmas break. Needless to say, all thought of staying with my unit pacing has been completely mangled, and we'll probably have to push the performance date for the drama play back yet again. However, yesterday's half-snow day did give me the opportunity to finish a good deal of work on their costumes - over course, it was work that they should have done already, but oh well. Today I've been enjoying gazing out at the snow-tipped trees while engaging in certain domestic activities that I've been neglecting. I am happy to report that the viscous cycle of laundry is almost conquered.
In other news, I am sincerely worried that I may not get Linguistics very thoroughly. The massive amount of IPA transcription homework this week practically demolished my brain, and due to the snow I didn't even have the rejuvenating experience of my Women's Lit class to convince me that I will survive my first semester of grad classes.
I've been pondering the Frances Moore quote that's guiding our AP unit: “...the root of all fear is that we’ve been forced to deny who we are.” I think this search for identity is still something I'm going through as a young adult, even though for a while there I really thought I was well on the way to knowing. Recently, Andrew and I have really been reflecting on the spiritual side of our relationship. Even though we both want to devote more to of ourselves to church, it seems like we both still have some lingering issues that always seem to get in the way - too much concern for work tempered with the worry that we could turn into our parents. It's an interesting question - one we're still trying to work out.
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