Okay, so I’m in this environmental education class. It’s an undergrad class at 8 in the morning. I find it very difficult to care enough to pay attention in it because the stuff we’re learning is stuff I already know…and learned in 3rd grade!! Water cycle, elements in the atmosphere, animals/plants, on my goodness. We watched a rap about recycling one day. It’s so intellectually stimulating!!
This weekend is the Fall 2 floorset at work. That means that we basically just rearrange the store, refold everything, and put out coats. This is one of the more pointless floorsets. The holiday floorset in in 2-3 weeks, and that’s one of the major ones of the year. I have never quite understood why we can’t just take some of the stuff that’s been marked down off a wall or 4-way and hang the coats there????

This morning I met with my first field experience teacher. I will be observing, etc. for ~25 hours in each of two schools this semester. This school is sponsored by Hamline, or something like that, and it is predominantly not white. The teacher whose class I’ll be in told me his homeroom kids (about 1/3 of the 6th graders) are in the Language Academy, meaning that they have all been in the country for 2 years or less. There’s a high percentage of Hmong students, some Somali, and one girl who apparently just moved here from Mexico and speaks barely any English. They had their “hopes and dreams” on the wall, and most of them want to (a) pass 6th grade, (b) speak English better, and (c) go back to Mexico/Africa/Burma/wherever. Definitely different from Grace! And there were pictures up outside the classroom that they drew of their families (and decorated the borders with pastels). I like the families with approximately 30 kids! One girl drew her family like anime characters. It is really cute. Anyway, the teacher I’m with teaches Social Studies and Math for the 3 sections of 6th graders, so it should be fun.
After that, I got to go into work because the morning person never showed up. I love it when that happens (I used to get 2-3 phone calls a week in Fargo during the summers I worked there asking me to cover for no shows!). And to make my manager’s day even better, her little girl woke up with a fever of almost 103 and her husband was out of town, so her daughter got to come to work today, take lots of children’s something-or-other, and sleep in the back room!