My glasses just broke and I can't even begin to express how sad that makes me. I have on my old glasses, but they're not the same. The world is a semi-distorted blur and I'm right in the middle of writing my unit plan for Methods of Teaching. It's my first one (unit plan that is) and it was going well, but I feel a serious damper closing in (she weeps). My unit is geared towards 11th grade English (American Literature) and covers the Romantic Period. Yay for Transcendentalism.

Yesterday I went and taught Spanish at Gatewood Elementary, as I will once a week for the rest of the semester, to a kindergarten class. They were lovely. We were talking about the color our eyes (we were working on colors) and I took my glasses off and asked them to say what color my eyes were and in the midst of "Blue" (when really my partner and I were hoping for "azul"), a girl spoke up above the rest and said, "You look really pretty without your glasses." I thanked her and put my glasses back on and went forth with the lesson. Oh the silly, contrived irony of it all.


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