Sometimes you just need to rock out to the Wilson Phillips, you know? Just crank it as loud as your desensitized eardrums can handle, and scream-sing at the top of your lungs until the neighbors complain and their cats howl along with you.
In an attempt to get pumped up to face Prezi yet again (I spent over an hour earlier whipping up a wonderfully clever and rather witty presentation for my Qualitative Research class...and lost everything due to human malfunction...I may or may not have forgotten to hit save...at any point), I've decided to break out the 80s in a huge way. All the greats of the decade are represented: Culture Club, Wilson Phillips, The Eurythmics...they sure don't make 'em like that anymore.
I've been quite productive today, finally. Got a couple of pages of my report done for my practicum, finished a Prezi (I've decided that one was just for practice..though I did almost throw my computer off the balcony when I realized my error). I guess after days of accomplishing nothing, it seems I've made tremendous strides today...go me!
Big news: My abstract has been accepted for a journal! That's right, folks: I am that much closer to being a published author. First author and everything. I have a little more than a month to get it written, which shouldn't be impossible - I believe I have to keep my ramblings down to 6000 words, which in itself will be a feat. I'm doing my final (!!!) class of my MAEd in April/May - a qualitative writing course in which I plan to write said article. I know, I know - genius right? Then I only have my thesis to write (only, ha!). I've had a bit of an existential crisis as of late, and completely flipped on my topic - I've decided to ditch my current project entirely (an ethnography examining experiences and perceptions of displaced workers and business owners in the Strait Area on economic opportunities in the area and alternatives to the mill closure) and go with something I've been hellbent on for years - criticality, identity, and self-reflexivity and awareness in teacher education programs. I'm torn between conducting some sort of artifact/discourse analysis/ethnographic study, or writing an entirely theoretical paper, discussing the importance of such self-awareness in teachers on their practice and impact on students. Mostly, I thrive on being a shit-disturber...
Ok, enough procrastinating: time to scratch some things off the to do list. In the words of Foreigner: "I've got to take a little time, a little time to think things over, I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I'm older..."
In case you're curious about the origins of such deep and moving lyrics, refer to the link below for some solid synth and 80s emotion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loWXMtjUZWM&feature=related
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