When things get good, they get REALLY good. Seriously. This has been the happiest week I've had in a really long time. I can't believe how perfect my life has been this week. I feel almost guilty, I'm so happy.
So, it's official: I'm going to Spain to do my teaching internship mid-May through mid-June. I cannot believe it. My meeting with the professor from Longwood was informative and helpful and everything I hoped it would be. There are still a lot more meetings to attend in the coming months, but I can't wait. It's going to be an unbelievable experience. Last night I was flipping through photos of a fellow education student who did the program this past summer, and it hit me... I'm actually going to be there, seeing these sights, working at this school, walking these streets... I just laughed, because it seems so surreal. I know it will be more fun than I can even imagine.
I wrote a 4076 word paper in three days. I can't believe that, either! I'd researched the paper and planned it for an entire month, and I started putting the pieces together on Monday. We could turn it in today and have the opportunity to revise before the final due date in December, so I did... I mean, I'd rather turn in a crappy paper now and have the chance to fix it instead of turning it in and thinking I rocked it only to fail. I was the only person in my class that took advantage of the opportunity. I feel like an uber-nerd/overachiever right now, but that's ok.
Last night, Sierra, Mary, Seanne, Lindsay and I went out for Chinese food. It was so yummy, and it felt so good just to get out with the girls for a while. And then I had a laundry party with Lindsay and Sierra. Sierra and I took up the entire laundromat with our 2+ weeks' worth of laundry :D then we covered Lindsay in our warm clothes out of the dryer to warm her up, and it was so freaking funny to see her in a cocoon of towels, socks, dresses, sweaters, and jeans.
I had dinner with my friend Danielle last night. She's been struggling with the typical sophomore year woes, and I've been trying to make it all slightly more bearable. After what I went through last year, I remember how nice it was to have friends to help me make it day to day; I hope I can help her, too. She's a brilliant artist; I took my coloring books and crayons to dinner to de-stress after that epic paper, and next thing I know, she's turning Winnie the Pooh into something that should be hanging in the Louvre.
My "everybody" is coming to visit this weekend... that's what Kaylee calls her family. I'm so excited to show them my other home and introduce them to my school family. It's sort of becoming more of a "Let's celebrate Emma's trip to Spain!" thing, but I honestly don't care as long as they're here. My family is what it is today because of these strong, caring, and absolutely lovely women; our lives would surely fall apart without their affection, multi-tasking, and hard work. Every day I hear someone complain about their family, I thank God for blessing me with mine, especially these women. Don't get me wrong, I love the guys of my family, too; I'm the biggest Daddy's Girl around. But I absolutely admire my mother, my aunties Sue and Lissa, and my cousin Meg. They're such great mamas/aunts/grandmas, and they make it all look so easy. Our family has been through a lot in the past year, but these ladies simply come out of it stronger and happier. Not to mention the fact that our times together usually lead to extremely full tummies and sides sore from too much laughing <3
Now I just have to make it through four days of classes next week, and then it's our epic Harry Potter adventure, then HOME for Thanksgiving! I'm really looking forward to spending time with my Meme Jean. She's the best pen pal ever, but there's nothing I love more than sitting at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee, swapping stories about adventures with our friends or listening to her tales of my Grandaddy. The day after Thanksgiving also means decorating her house for Christmas, and there's nothing I love more than reliving memories of my childhood as we pull out trees, wreaths, garlands, and ornaments that are full of warm fuzzy memories.
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