The day has arrived, my first official day of class. Smack dab in the middle of the Days of Awe I began to get sweaty palms. So many papers, so little time. Not to worry the day was amazing starting off with Hammerman's Issues with Modern Jewish History and the unpacking of all the meaning behind those words, the day had a bright start. Not to mention I got to drop off my son this morning for his day care before getting on the Bart train. I have really been blessed with amazing professors and colleagues.
After a very stressful check in with the business office, and an even more stressful trip to the bank, I snarfed down a really small crepe and ran off to DSPT way up on top of the hill for my Historical Methodologies class with Dr. Deena Aranoff, which rocked, but as I am not a Doctoral student, I felt like my intro was lacking the vocabulary, so I said as much. I felt that honesty was the best policy within the cohort, and it worked.
I get to teach my first grad course in a few weeks, when I take on both mentioned classes as the "instructor". Talk about throwing me in the lions den! For some reason I am not afraid of this endeavor, if I can teach 9 and 10 year old's without falling apart, I think fifteen doctoral students will be a breeze. As for my future, I still have not ruled out doctoral studies. Have I talked about this yet, if I haven't I apologize. After all, it is the season of the apology ;)
The book end to a fabulous morning class is, you guessed it, a fabulous evening class. None other than the world renown Rev. Dr. Herb Anderson for Pastoral Care. Our role playing was pretty intense, right before the end I had to sit and stare into another man's eyes for 2 minutes, then close my eyes and think about what he looked like and what his characteristics were from just looking him in the eye. The exercise was truly eye opening, as I learned a lot about myself as well. I had to slow down and really see Patrick, that was his name. And the best part was that a classmate took me to the Bart after class which ended by 10:00 pm.
Now I am super tired and have to head to bed. I hope that you stay tuned to this blog to follow my adventures in grad school. Both at the GTU and hopefully soon at ALEPH. Keep your fingers together!
After a very stressful check in with the business office, and an even more stressful trip to the bank, I snarfed down a really small crepe and ran off to DSPT way up on top of the hill for my Historical Methodologies class with Dr. Deena Aranoff, which rocked, but as I am not a Doctoral student, I felt like my intro was lacking the vocabulary, so I said as much. I felt that honesty was the best policy within the cohort, and it worked.
I get to teach my first grad course in a few weeks, when I take on both mentioned classes as the "instructor". Talk about throwing me in the lions den! For some reason I am not afraid of this endeavor, if I can teach 9 and 10 year old's without falling apart, I think fifteen doctoral students will be a breeze. As for my future, I still have not ruled out doctoral studies. Have I talked about this yet, if I haven't I apologize. After all, it is the season of the apology ;)
The book end to a fabulous morning class is, you guessed it, a fabulous evening class. None other than the world renown Rev. Dr. Herb Anderson for Pastoral Care. Our role playing was pretty intense, right before the end I had to sit and stare into another man's eyes for 2 minutes, then close my eyes and think about what he looked like and what his characteristics were from just looking him in the eye. The exercise was truly eye opening, as I learned a lot about myself as well. I had to slow down and really see Patrick, that was his name. And the best part was that a classmate took me to the Bart after class which ended by 10:00 pm.
Now I am super tired and have to head to bed. I hope that you stay tuned to this blog to follow my adventures in grad school. Both at the GTU and hopefully soon at ALEPH. Keep your fingers together!
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