It's the most wondrous day of the year again: New Year's Eve. And to my great fortune, I'm back in Michigan spending the evening with my father's entire half of the family--grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even a new cousin-in-law! Rarely does this side of the family all gather together in one place. So, since… Continue reading Year of peace.
Greetings, Wanderers. It's been a while since I've written. Over this past Christmas season, I've been around the world and back, from my home in snowy Michigan to the red tile roofs of Prague, from the mountains of Salzburg to the small farm towns of East Texas, and back to my beloved windy city of… Continue reading Rest and see.
It's mere hours away from the end of one year and the beginning of another, and here I am remembering the roller coaster that was 2015. What. A. Year. This year was full of milestones--some expected, some not so much. I turned 22, started student-teaching, and then I quit student teaching and dropped out of Northwestern for… Continue reading New Year’s Eve.
Way back when I was in 8th grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Gibbs, gave us all a project: write a letter to your future self, seal it, and give it to her so that she could send it to us once we finished high school. Four years later, upon my graduation from Northville High, we drove… Continue reading Dear future Erin.
Hey, Wanderers. Most of you who have hung out with me for more than two consecutive minutes know that I am a very expressive person--in my voice, words, face, and hand motions. But this part of my personality is never more apparent than when I am engrossed in a suspenseful book, movie, or TV show. You… Continue reading Cliffhanger moments.
Hello, Wanderers. So, for those of you who don't know already, here are some major life updates--I quit student teaching. I temporarily withdrew from Northwestern. And on Sunday, I moved back home for the rest of winter quarter. All of this has been a pretty big shock to my system, and I've been trying to… Continue reading Finding words. (A series of poems.)
I want to be real. I've been having a really hard time with student teaching. By far it has been the most difficult experience of my academic career, and possibly my life. I didn't go into student teaching 100% sure that I actually wanted to teach, and I feel like this uncertainty has made my… Continue reading Throwing stones at myself.
Christmas Eve. What a strange day to leave behind a home. My father is driving as I'm writing this. The sky is dark with clouds, and it's raining, cold and dreary. It occurs to me that this is probably the last time I will make this drive through all these trees, past all these corn fields… Continue reading The strange and winding road.
Metacognitionnoun, Psychology 1. Higher-order thinking that enables understanding, analysis, and control of one’s cognitive processes, especially when engaged in learning. There's nothing like teaching to show you how much of a student you really are. Honestly, student-teaching has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. I think I've cried more this quarter than… Continue reading Metacognition.
Well, hello. It's been a while since I've written, Wanderers (I finally came up with a nickname for the readers of this blog! Makes me feel like I know you better). Lots of life has happened in the space between this and Two Gardens--I had my first day of high school (again). And my last… Continue reading Thoughts on teaching.