other words, tired.
Yes, the first week of school.
AND THEN?!
I said as I started training this year ... additional certification, it's called. I'll spare you the acronym barbaric and arcane, but it is a specialization of ' hospitality and the education of students with disabilities and learning difficulties . Wholesale. I so enjoyed working with my Segpa it gave me cravings. Very large. So, I glue myself basically dashed two years. And so since Monday, is blissfully as I drink, for hours of educational psychology or psychology of child development. Among other exciting sessions of 3 hours without a break .. As I say
dwarfs haaaaannnnnn ... biiiieeeeen too! Mill new brain, what I had done for 18 years ... the prospect of once again a memory and its defense next year (that's the side that excites me the least ... I may be a little more inspired when I found a thesis topic ) Back in the same premises, in the same building (fire) IUFM that 18 years ago and cross in the corridors of students over the age of my daughter-in ... Me stuff every day, 5 days per week (hay my Wednesday off, went to run errands and taxi ...) the return to the big city and its traffic to 30 km before the entrance. .. the prospect of benefit for the sales next week, hey hey hey, without a frog clinging to my skirts and without tight timing because you get a frog to school. The Sweet takes over. Relays. But the most difficult tasks lie ahead. Just
for January In February I get the trolls to college. And rebelotte in May And twice again next year.
An observation: I LOST MY NEURONS OF YESTERYEAR!
All that quickly tell you that tonight I have no other energy than that just keeps me standing at the edge creeping in front of my computer. And if I listened, I would go directly to bed dressed, unwashed teeth and face not cleansed (han, not good). And worse, no energy to read at night, read the appetizing-to-read pile that lies beside my bed ( and volume 1 of started ... I hang Millennium Middle way ... ) Barely had time to acheverr my Biarritz bolero knitting, let alone to return the millions of son of the crochet square blanket for my sister finally over: the work-ball of 2010, 8 months on the knitting machine like a damned over 50 square ... and I do not speak or assembly, or the scalloped edge of several meters ... lap I finished, the damn (too small) coverage and never ever, I swear! When I think my grandmother made quilts with a vengeance unabated, I fell backwards with fright!
Well, tomorrow is Friday ... and this week end I should not rest but read. Stuff like Britt-Mari Barth, learning of abstraction, or else by the same author Knowledge Building (Train a pedagogy of understanding), or otherwise Maurice Berger and his fascinating book written large small images without on cognitive disorders (therapeutic approach in children and adolescents).
it envy, huh?!
On this ... dodo!
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