Senior Year???

It's almost the end of the week, and I just realized that I started the first part of my senior year of college! Crazy! The end is in sight! I have a three semester senior year, though.

This also has been the slowest start to a semester. No major projects due next week! I'm relaxed about school and ready to go. No tears, no pulling of hair or panicked calls home, am I sure it's the first week of school?

I'm taking second year, first semester Spanish, multicultural children's literature, adolescent development, infancy, elementary physical education and an activity class.

My Spanish professor is from Germany originally. I'm totally jealous of her multilingual ability. She's got me excited about Spanish again! She only uses English if someone is totally lost or for detailed grammar instructions. She makes us try to explain definitions in Spanish. She's awesome. My last Spanish professor used mostly English and didn't teach. We were expected to teach ourselves, and class was mostly busy work. She had a great sense of humor, though.

My adolescence professor is ok. I know I'll like the class content; however, he has an off sense of humor that I really don't appreciate. I do appreciate: no major research papers!!!

Multicultural children's literature will be a challenge. I'm going to have to really think differently about books, society and what I want to stand for as a teacher. Biggest pet peeve in the class: Dr.L using the "words" gooder, goodest, and badder. Umm.... you have a doctorate???


P.E seems straight forward, read, make lesson plans, teach and take exams.

Infancy is on Fridays so we'll see how that goes.

Someone asked me what clubs I was going to be in... outside of the Christian club, I have no clue. I'm still waiting for the full load of work to drop but until then I'm enjoying my first week of school.

My heart is a bit heavy...

I want to step into a messy situation and make things right. I want to rescue the child caught in the middle. I want people to act like reasonable adults. I want to make everything better.

My heart breaks because there is no easy way to fix things. It breaks because even with the good intentions, I cannot make everything better. And I can only help those who want to be helped.

Instead, I cannot stay. The situation is transient and in a few weeks, the people involved will be in distant places. I must return to complete the work I've been given by the Lord. So I'm left to pray and encourage people to act in the best interests of the child. I'm reminding myself to trust that God has a plan and he can make the impossible into the possible. My heart is so very heavy.

Please pray for the situation. It's difficult and heartbreaking but the child is safe and loved.