Nine Days.

Countdown: I have nine days of student teaching left - Five this week, then four the following week. On the 29th, I am going to go with Emma and her first grade class on a field trip to the Zoo. Crazy, right? This morning, I was thinking about how much I had learned in the past four years and how hard I had pushed in the past year. Last spring semester, I had 15 hours. In the summer, I took 17. In the fall, I took 15. So I have felt like student teaching is just a piece of cake. Finally, it is coming together. My mother in law is planning a graduation party. Food? Music? I don't care. I told Dave to choose. Finally, I will have that paper. That is all I care about. Oh, and I am concerned with what dress to wear. And shoes. Also, it is now going to be the "real" world. I can't imagine how scary this would be for a 22 year old who has only ever known school. I suppose it is weird not really having homework already. But there is some sort of work *(A TPA Pilot Program that I was chosen for) and I still have that looming around. In less than three weeks, I will graduate.