Date Night! and some other stuff, like Staying On Topic

Wahoo! J. called yesterday at 3:25 to say we should attend together a movie which would take place at 4:05. So I combed my hair, grabbed my tissue box, and went downstairs to meet him. I got my April Body & Soul (a.k.a. Martha Stewart Enters the Realm of Wellness) Magazine. (I would like to say, for ye aware of my currently unemployed, student and penny-pinching status-es, I did not subscribe to that magazine, he did.) I then sat on my stairs and looked at that magazine, because it was raining and I didn't want to get wet sitting on the porch. I am so very looking forward to the eventual day when I can sit outside again! I study really well outside.

Then after the movie we went to Wal Mart. Because isn't Wal Mart at the heart of every good date night?

Well I'm not sure how this works. Since I didn't take J's hint to go to WM by myself and try out the Dr. Scholl's Foot Analyzing Time Machine With Blippy Computerized Action, is that why he brought me there and purchased of his own free will a pair of $49 thingys to go in my shoes?

I mean, I probably would not have done that myself.  Eventually I was going to go shopping for some new walking or running shoes which may or may not have been supportive enough. The bones of my feet sort of fall out of line now and then, or they pop downward. This way I can put these things in my currently fine looking and possibly too squishy shoes and not have to buy new ones. I think. I have lots of shoes, none of which I wear. I have a few pairs that I rotate in the wearing cycle. But seriously I spent the whole winter in a pair of snow boots. I wonder if that helped or hurt my bones? Just call me Ms. Dynamite. Except mine were suede and rated to a temperature of (seriously!) -40 degrees F. I was so happy about that. My feet only got cold once this winter.

So back to date night. At Wal Mart. We bought delicious New  Belgium beer, 1551 - yum. Not my favorite, but still good. My favorite is Ranger because it is probably the weirdest beer I've ever tasted. It is green. The flavor is green. It makes me think of freshly mowed grass. And grapefruit. And everything that is wonderful about hops. I love hops. What else did we do? Oh we went to Barnes & Noble. The family of  Jimi Hendrix released a new collection of his previously unreleased music. I should have picked up a copy of Harry Wong while we were there but I didn't.

Can you tell I'm supposed to be doing homework? I am. I'm actually ruminating. This may count as a technique. If I write this stuff down, my brain will then be able to focus on the topic at hand. In honor of an upcoming assignment, I read some Classroom Management (CM) articles online. I'm taking notes. I'm thinking of a paper I need to write. My idea for my paper is going to revolve around Harry Wong. I don't have his book yet, Bets, but that is in the works for this evening's excursion. (If I had remembered it last night J. would have bought it for me, I guess.)

The paper is officially a Comprehensive Paper on CM. The topic I choose has to be close to me, dealing with classroom management and the classroom. What I want to know about the realm (I have used realm twice now in this entry!) of CM. Specific, possibly to the art classroom, however since I also want strongly to obtain a reading endorsement and teach reading, this could possibly be part of the paper.

I need to ask myself a specific question with a Yes and No side, then take that side and prove my answer.
I need to do research, make my own observations, do my own research. Etcetera. Such as interview a teacher. Or read something in psychology about this.
My resources should support my points. Good grief. I should be able to link that supporting evidence to my mini claims. Which ultimatley tie back to my thesis statement.

Thesis Statements Kill Me. I hate them. The thesis statement has forever eluded me, every paper I get back says "Hey by the way, if you even have a thesis statement, it seems to be here at the end of your paper!"

Ugh.

I got my MMR shot yesterday and I don't have a rash yet. Carol, my nurse, said I might get a rash.

If I really love the idea of consistency, I think that should be my topic.