Quiz Question: Choose one of the following misconceptions about evolution and explain, in at least two sentences, why it is incorrect.
Misconception chosen: "Evolution is a theory about the origin of life."
Written answer given: Because the life of the theory is origin next I don't good on the life. Becaus the origin is a other think in the life with Evolution want the life.
That's what he wrote, word for word.
I didn't get the job at Walker.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
I don't know what to write about
Back in California. School starts back on Monday, so I have the weekend to do... whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing out here.
I came out to get away from home, Georgia, my social network, my "comfort" zone. I needed to move away and do something entirely on my own, I guess just to know that I could do it.
Before I left, I had no particular desire to get anything done, because I guess deep down I knew I didn't really need to get anything done. Graduating and moving home in 2006 made it very clear that I would go absolutely nuts if I didn't have a reason for existing, and by that I mean a job that I cared about, or alternatively a goal/purpose to be actively reaching towards. If I spent any extended time and my parents - we're talking hours here - I would start crawling the walls, picking fights, getting anxious, pulling my hair out, etc. So in the four months I was home I almost drowned myself in work: three jobs, two classes at Kennesaw State, successfully applying for a teaching credential/master's program in California, and finding an apartment out there. So the day after Christmas 2006, I loaded up my 1999 Honda Accord with clothes, a Super Nintendo, a cat, and finally, a purpose.
I reached Riverside on the 30th and started classes about a week later. Unemployed for five months. Accord wrecked in May. Finally got a job as a waiter at a sports bar 30 miles south, a bar that stayed open until 2 a.m. on the weekends. Around the same time I also found work as an in-home SAT tutor. During late spring I take a bus 15 miles to student-teach at a high school. Five days before the school year started in the fall of 2007, I had interviewed at four high schools and none had offered me an internship (full-time teaching without a credential). Four days before the school year starts I am offered a position.
Now I've got a day job, but the credentialing program is in full swing and between that and being completely terrified at my new job I'm working about 12-13 hours a day and sleeping 5. The year slogs on. I can't remember anything that happened except that the days and weeks ran into one long, tired cycle of driving, teaching, planning, grading, going to classes, more planning, and sleeping. I surprisingly manage to quit smoking over the Christmas break, move to a new apartment, earn my credential in April, finish the school year feeling a hundred times more confident, graduate my university work in July.
So in the summer of 2008 I've been in California for a year-and-a-half. I've taught a full year of public school Biology, earned my California state teaching credential, earned a Master's of Education, and am supporting two pets instead of one. Late in the summer I make a desperate attempt to get a job in Georgia public schools, but am too late and only manage one interview at a middle school.
Year 2 starts. I'm in a such a different place this time - stable, confident, capable, and ready. Teaching is great. I make four trips back to Georgia in four months. I am recognized repeatedly by my department head and asked to host a seminar for other teachers, which went extremely well. All is well.
Except it's not. The sun sets at 5 p.m. I've reached my purpose out here. I am now comfortable with myself. I've pushed myself to the limits and succeeded. I know I can survive on my own. And that is what this move was all about. I've become something resembling an adult. I needed to know I could do this, and I did. And so there is no reason for me to be out here. It sucks at all times, and I am ready to move back to Georgia where my family, friends, and future I want to be involved in hopefully await.
Sorry, got a little cheesy there at the end. Plus this is probably shit to read, I wrote as I spoke.
New music: The Decemberists, Drive-by Truckers, the new Erykah Badu, Gaslight Anthem.
I came out to get away from home, Georgia, my social network, my "comfort" zone. I needed to move away and do something entirely on my own, I guess just to know that I could do it.
Before I left, I had no particular desire to get anything done, because I guess deep down I knew I didn't really need to get anything done. Graduating and moving home in 2006 made it very clear that I would go absolutely nuts if I didn't have a reason for existing, and by that I mean a job that I cared about, or alternatively a goal/purpose to be actively reaching towards. If I spent any extended time and my parents - we're talking hours here - I would start crawling the walls, picking fights, getting anxious, pulling my hair out, etc. So in the four months I was home I almost drowned myself in work: three jobs, two classes at Kennesaw State, successfully applying for a teaching credential/master's program in California, and finding an apartment out there. So the day after Christmas 2006, I loaded up my 1999 Honda Accord with clothes, a Super Nintendo, a cat, and finally, a purpose.
I reached Riverside on the 30th and started classes about a week later. Unemployed for five months. Accord wrecked in May. Finally got a job as a waiter at a sports bar 30 miles south, a bar that stayed open until 2 a.m. on the weekends. Around the same time I also found work as an in-home SAT tutor. During late spring I take a bus 15 miles to student-teach at a high school. Five days before the school year started in the fall of 2007, I had interviewed at four high schools and none had offered me an internship (full-time teaching without a credential). Four days before the school year starts I am offered a position.
Now I've got a day job, but the credentialing program is in full swing and between that and being completely terrified at my new job I'm working about 12-13 hours a day and sleeping 5. The year slogs on. I can't remember anything that happened except that the days and weeks ran into one long, tired cycle of driving, teaching, planning, grading, going to classes, more planning, and sleeping. I surprisingly manage to quit smoking over the Christmas break, move to a new apartment, earn my credential in April, finish the school year feeling a hundred times more confident, graduate my university work in July.
So in the summer of 2008 I've been in California for a year-and-a-half. I've taught a full year of public school Biology, earned my California state teaching credential, earned a Master's of Education, and am supporting two pets instead of one. Late in the summer I make a desperate attempt to get a job in Georgia public schools, but am too late and only manage one interview at a middle school.
Year 2 starts. I'm in a such a different place this time - stable, confident, capable, and ready. Teaching is great. I make four trips back to Georgia in four months. I am recognized repeatedly by my department head and asked to host a seminar for other teachers, which went extremely well. All is well.
Except it's not. The sun sets at 5 p.m. I've reached my purpose out here. I am now comfortable with myself. I've pushed myself to the limits and succeeded. I know I can survive on my own. And that is what this move was all about. I've become something resembling an adult. I needed to know I could do this, and I did. And so there is no reason for me to be out here. It sucks at all times, and I am ready to move back to Georgia where my family, friends, and future I want to be involved in hopefully await.
Sorry, got a little cheesy there at the end. Plus this is probably shit to read, I wrote as I spoke.
New music: The Decemberists, Drive-by Truckers, the new Erykah Badu, Gaslight Anthem.
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