The Five English majors and How They Grew

Holy happy Friday, batman! Anyone who is happy it's Friday, December 10, please quietly raise your hand and say, 'YEEHA!'

Not that my weekend holds any big plans or shebangs (besides my husband's work Christmas party that we are, oh, so excited to attend), but the ending of this week means we're one week closer to the end of next week, which would be the last day of my last semester as a full-fledged student taking classes on campus. Most of you know that I will be moving onto a bigger challenge for next semester: Student teaching.

I had one class this morning at 10. Pretty much the lamest class I've taken thus far (No offense Sis. Grover..I love you)...Literacy/Reading in the Content Area. I sit in the back corner with my fellow English education cohorts, all of which I've been through this education program with, and all of whom I would trust as substitute teachers in my future classrooms. The five of us, two girls and three guys, live in our own little world in the back corner of Smith 280 and smile and giggle and make cynical remarks under our breath, just loud enough for the other four to hear.

Today was especially an emotional day for the fab-five (not the Queer Eye guys) because we are almost done and this was, sadly, our last day together before the final.

Through the years we've spent together, we've laughed at the other weird English majors who enjoy writing stories of unicorns and dragons; we've cried with each other over strenuous research papers gone awry and when our beloved Methods teacher said, with a tear in his eye, that we'll make for fabulous teachers; we've shared disgruntled remarks about the awnry old grammar teacher who gave us all C's simply because he can't teach grammar and when the English department finally got a knowledgeable grammar teacher the year we would all be graduating; we've patted one another on the back when the student teaching placements were given out and, finally, we'd be able to put our meticulously detailed Madeline Hunter lesson plan's to use; we've congratulated each other upon passing the difficult certification test, the PRAXIS, and helped each other out when, after a third try, passing hasn't happened yet; we've applauded lesson plans fit for Harry Wong and burnt CD's of lesson plans to distribute to the masses; we've revised, edited, and fixed one another's papers, lesson plans, unit plans, until they were perfect; we've been through it all, at the same time, and we've finally come to the truest test of all. Thanks to Katie, Mike, Brandon, and Collin--you've saved me more than you know.

I didn't intend on this entry being a dedication to my buddies, but alas, it slipped out.

I think, as today has been officially dubbed Lauren's lazy day, I will go take a nap in my still-warm bed. After that heavy chore is done, I might consider vacuuming the kitchen rugs, even though they were vacuumed yesterday, because a certain husband spilled his cereal this morning and didn't clean up. Maybe then, just maybe, I will think about finally putting the Christmas tree box away. Sometime before 7, the time of the bodacious Porter's Christmas party, I need to shower and make myself purty. I didn't shower this morning and, consequentially, wore my punk rocker look: long sleeve white shirt, black t-shirt over, jeans, and black Converse.

As Paris would say, I looked HOT.

Happy Weekend.