Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Crackin' Those Books

I've spent this summer learning. Last summer, I spent time pinteresting (I totally just made pinterest into a verb...) and reading blogs and pretended that I was learning. BUT IT WASN'T THIS INTENSE.

I spent the month of June taking 3 graduate classes. THREE classes. That is NINE graduate hours for those of you who can't obviously count. And they were all distance education classes. I actually don't know how I survived the semester, but I did and I came out on the other a little much more intelligent. In fact, I can now spout off random information about special education topics, and when I actually do spout off the information, it's like an out of body experience. I hear myself speaking, but I can't believe it's me sounding all grown up and official.

For the month of July, I scaled back the class load and only took two classes at the instance of my husband, who likes his wife less stressed. Because happy wife, happy life right? I'm staying on schedule and turning in everything and working my tail off. After the end of Summer II, I'll be at the half way point with my masters. I can't believe I can say that. Sooner than later, I'll complete my PhD in something, because I am just dying to be Dr. and Mr. Gardner (and Michael knows and is supportive...)

I've also been learning for teaching. As I've said in previous posts, I'm teaching third grade next year which is a whole brand new, shiny adventure. I attended a writing workshop which was amazing and beneficial and taught by a wonderful woman. Tomorrow Today, I am headed to a local workshop to work on mapping out curriculum for the entire year. So let me just say this, those of you who think that teachers get the entire summer off... WE DON'T.

I also have several hobbies, including playing the guitar. I'm not very good at playing the guitar, but I have devoted more time this month to learning a few tunes. So far, I can play an E chord, Amazing Grace, Happy Birthday, Jingle Bells, and the first part of St. Louis Blues. I'm sure that I'll never be an all-star ace at the guitar, but its a relaxing hobby that combines my adoration of all things music and something I can share with my dad. Maybe eventually I'll even learn another chord!

Have you been learning this summer?

Monday, May 26, 2014

Sunday, May 18, 2014

30 Before 30: #29

Slowly but surely, I shall scratch off the items of my 30 before 30 list.

Today, I can scratch off #29: Get baptized.

VERY excited and HAPPY about this one!!


Monday, May 5, 2014


That word looks like I just typed some letters together, added an ia on the end, and created a disorder.

But its REAL. And I all the time threaten to have this disorder.

Trichotillomania (trik-o-til-o-MAY-nee-uh).

This is a disorder of pulling ones own hair own. I often say that I am going to do it. Pull out my hair strand by strand. If I actually did it, I'd have trichotillomania.

I can't imagine actually having this disorder or having the time to sit down and individually pull out each strand of my hair. Although, some days, it seems like a good alternative to anything else.

You might be think that I am incredibly weird or crazy. You are right. Earlier tonight, I self-diagnosed myself with panic disorder and general anxiety disorder. Those are the fun disorders that make your heart pound and freak outs all around. I'm currently in the middle of mini freak outs.

Graduate school.
End of the year.

It all causes so many problems.
I've had some problems getting into a groove of working out. My goals of working out 4-5 days a week have not happened. They have absolutely not happened. I maybe work out 2 days a week. I desperately struggle with accountability.  I currently have a long distance accountability partner from a group on Facebook, but it isn't the same.

Last year, it was easier to be motivated. I was surrounded by people who wanted to make good choices and workout all the time. This year, not so much. And with stress and school work, its not getting easier. Plus Michael is a total enabler. 

We can probably blame the lack of motivation on the anxiety. Or the depression. I'm gonna try to beat it. Again. 

Do you suffer from anxiety? What about depression? What are some of the ways you beat it?