The sun was shining when I got out of school this afternoon. I found Ron in the backyard, cleaning out the pond. He called me over to look at a tree frog he’d found in the bottom. I’ll post a picture of it when I get a hand free.
On a sadder note, Ron also found Lazarus’ body in the pond. Laz, as you may recall, was the goldfish who lived out there. He had an interesting habit of vanishing for months at a time, only to reappear at odd moments when I needed a bit of reassurance.
He was a good fish. He will be missed.
Conic sections and quadratic equations kicked my butt in 1991. Eighteen years later, I have returned the favor: I got a 94 on my algebra final and a 97 for the semester.
I’m trying to decide what I want to do next. I think I’d like to take trig and calculus, but I’m kind of wavering, because I’m also thinking about grad school.
I was thinking about it much harder before I figured out that the cheapest option would set me back more than $8,000, and I’d have to settle for something other than English (my first — and most obvious — choice) or math (my second).
Why is it that so many colleges assume that if you are a teacher, and you are pursuing a master’s degree, it is because you want to be an administrator? What if I’m perfectly happy being in the classroom? What if I have no desire to be an administrator? What if I just want to get class credit for spending the next two years shooting the bull about Faulkner? Is that so wrong?
Two of the eggplant seeds are starting to sprout. That is all.