turnabout

Dec. 22nd, 2018 03:18 pm
rosasericea: chibi usa femme pride lol (Yay)
I applied to an MEd in ESL at one of our state universities a few weeks ago, when I was wrangling my various certifications and figuring out what to do with my teaching life. I meet the requirements for a provisional ESL certificate here, but the master's would allow me to teach it anywhere. Teaching ESL in the K-12 world means getting to work in an array of content areas, with a range of age groups...I wasn't expecting to be admitted, but I got my informal acceptance notice today, and I'm super excited! Linguistics and teaching--yay! Of course, now I have to do the financial aid/scholarship scramble for the next few months to figure out how I'm going to fund this adventure. That's OK--I'm thrilled to be going back to grad school sooner than I thought.

I'm still taking my literature classes in the spring term. I'm really looking forward to them, and it'll be a fun way to get myself back into the swing of studying and writing regularly. And if I decide to go the comparative lit route later on, those connections could still help. 2019 is looking better and better. I'm excited to study English again, both literature and language. Hooray! I'm also turning over languages in my head, trying to decide which one I want to focus on. I already speak and read Spanish passably well. The contenders are French, German and Japanese. I have solid reasons to study each of them, but I can only pursue one foreign-to-me language at a time (past experience says I just can't juggle more than one). HMM.

Jeffrey and I are heading out to see a performance of The Nutcracker in a few minutes. It's been a good day.
rosasericea: anthy's hands stirring a cup of tea with the rose crest inside of it (hmm)
Edited to Explain: This post was written right after a visit to my primary care doctor. The first time I brought up a weird symptom to her, she asked, "Why is this the first I'm hearing of this?" despite the fact that I had only ever seen her...once...before that, and it was about something completely different, and this issue was in my old records. This time, I went through everything I could come up with (and stuff my husband helped me remember) because I'm scared and wanted to know if neurology was the way to go, as had been suggested by my urologist, and her response was, "Well, you should be prepared to hear a neurologist say that coming up with a list this long of stuff that could be explained by lots of things just means you have OCD and need to see a shrink." It took hours to come up with this list, and I only gave it to her because she was annoyed last time that I hadn't been Comprehensive.

It's not a secret (though perhaps it should be) that I went through a bit of a riot grrl phase in college. I knew the white feminism in the genre was pervasive and toxic, but what can I say? Kathleen Hanna's angry little girl sound resonated with the parts of me that were processing an abusive suburban upbringing despite our demographic differences. Anyway, there's a line in a song by the Fakes (a Hanna-driven collaborative project) that says:
You teach me I don't know the things I know.
(I know.)

And that's largely how I feel whenever I go to the doctor. Continued after the cut... )

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