If I Can See It . . .

If I Can See It . . .

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

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It's time to set some new goals:

1.  Get a part-time job again and pony up on this debt again.  School loans, your days are numbered.

2.  Subscribe to Adobe Creative Cloud.  I'm excited just *thinking* about it!  It feels like Disneyland to me!!  I'm going to learn these programs.  I'm going to learn Flash with the media crew kids, and we're going to incorporate animation in our news broadcasts next year!

3.  Buy the books for the four courses in the University of Wisconsin--Stout Instructional Design program.  Study them.

4.  Begin getting a feel for what instructional design jobs are available in the ATL.

A first year teacher applying today would make more than me.  Am I realistic or stupid staying in public teaching? 

Time to get these wheels rollin!  :)

P.S.  I have a huge crush on Chris Powell from Extreme Makeover.  Huge.  Crush.

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ITP, yeah you know me

ITP, yeah you know me

Sunday, February 12, 2012

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Growing up, my sister and I used to play house and talk about what life would be like when we were old (back when old meant 25).  She would live on a farm and have kids and bake cookies while rocking fabulous hair and telling hilarious jokes, and I would live in the city and have kids and bake chocolate chip cookies with cinnamon and toasted pecans (please) and blend orange fizzies.  Ha.

When I was 21, I took a trip to Chicago to check out a graduate program, and while I was there, I ran into someone in a train station who was applying for Peace Corps.  I don't actually remember much from this encounter, but she said she had to go overseas now ... that grad school could wait.  I was jealous!  :)  I looked at her, starting her post-undergrad life "giving back" with the world at her feet and new expereinces ahead, and I wanted to be in her shoes.  So, I applied for Peace Corps, and her shoes became my shoes, and they led me in a brand new direction.

A few weeks ago, I claimed to have lived in every nook of this sprawling city of Atlanta.  Someone called me out, saying I'd never actually lived in the city at all.  Uh, yes I ...well, no I haven't.  ;P  While simmering on ideas of moving inland, I found this letter from Gram.

It seems like a confirmation to me of a new chapter.  It's time to get packing and get crackin...errr.  Maybe just packing.  ;P

Fizzy.  Urban Orange.  Housewarming.

Aubrey

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