Observation Journal

It is 4:25 am and I am still up working on my journal that is due in......ummmm, a little less than five hours. I think it was about 3:00 am that I realized there would be no sleep tonight. :-)
When I graduate, huge celebration at my house. Undergraduate....1st. :-) Then I start my Masters. In Kentucky, teachers have 5 years to start their Masters and 10 years to complete it.

I remember when I first started talking to teachers when Zaid went to Kindergarten and everyone had their Masters, I just thought everyone here was highly motivated. I didn't know it was a requirement. :-)

Back to work I go, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho.

Zaid's Spring Break

Zaid is visiting his Nona and Geddo in Atlanta for the week. He is on spring break and just generally having a wonderful time there. They are spoiling him down to his tiniest tutter. I know they have bought him two Nintendo DS games within three days. :-)
It is hard on me with him being away. I felt lost on the first day, then I realized how many tasks I needed to complete. So now I'm a busy bee working along. I found this poem, I remember when Zaid turned five years old, I was five kinds of crazy and this poem got me through. I'm such a sappy Mommy, I know but I truly feel blessed and privileged to be a Mama, Mommy, Mother, Mom. I miss all his questions. I miss that little guy.
Tamer's Mom said that she took him to the library and he got a library card there, he checked out a book on Atoms (he wants to know why they split) and the librarian asked him if it was for a project. He said no, it was not for project and Nona said that the Librarian was impressed with him. :-) Then last night he reasoned out that yes, it was 10:00 pm in Atlanta, but that it was only 9:00 pm in Kentucky so therefore it wasn't time for him to go to sleep yet.

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ee cummings