laura, jam, and kindergarten classrooms

So in the last week or so I have had some weird and coherent dreams. This is a little strange because usually my dreams aren't complete enough to be able to explain them to anyone. Trying to explain them will go something like this "So I was in this place and it was all white and there was a guy there, and then i was eating jello in the desert and...well...that's all I remember of the dream." But since I can actually describe these dreams and they make sense, I am going to take the time to record them.

Dream #1: This was last Sunday night or more likely Monday morning. I was on a choir trip with my choir, Kokopelli, and I was sitting on the bus with another girl in the choir, Lauren. I don't know Lauren super well, and i guess i was trying to get to know her little better. So we were just sitting and chatting, and every time I said her name, she would whisper "Laura" at me. This happened about 5 or 6 times before I finally asked her, "You're name isn't Lauren, is it?" to which she replied, "No, it's Laura." Feeling confused and embarrassed, I turned around and looked at another girl, Allison, who was sitting a few seats back if that was true, and she solemnly nodded her head. The end.

Dream #2: Okay...so this one isn't exactly coherent or sense making...but it kind of has a story, so I'll tell it. I was sitting in a classroom with a bunch of people, one of them being my friend Keith...I have a vague sense that another guy I know from choir was there too, Alex, but he has nothing to do with the story. So in this this dream we were sitting in a classroom, and Keith had contained half of his sense of humour into some kind of receptacle. The receptacle in question was in fact a jar of homemade jam...I think maybe the jam was representing half of his sense of humour...i'm a little foggy on the details. so then, Keith chased me out into the hallway and was trying to pour the jam (his sense of humour?) onto me and I was trying to escape him, because I guess i didn't want to be all sticky. The end!

Dream #3: This one happened yesterday morning before my final final exam ever in life. I should also mention that I am starting my final 9-week practicum on Monday, which will conclude my Education Degree and my career as a University student. I have yet to find out what grade I will be teaching. I know that there are 4 student teachers at the school I will be in, and the available classrooms in the school are Grade 4, Grade 1, Kindergarten and Early Education. Knowing only this, I am hoping to be put in the Kindergarten classroom because I have done practicums in both Grades 1 and 4 and don't really know what this Early Education classroom is supposed to be about and how it is supposed to help me get a job in an elementary school. The idea of teaching Kindergarten is kind of exciting to me, as well :)

So this dream. Started with me waking up in the morning in my room and realizing that my practicum was starting that day because my Mentor teacher and about 10 Kindergarten students were in my room. She thought it would be a good idea if we had class in my room. I thought this was pretty nifty too, because it meant I didn't have to wake up early and take a bus anywhere in the morning. So we continue our day of teaching, and I start to notice a few things about this lady's teaching styles...she was more or less just really disorganized and kind of out of it. She didn't know how to control these children. If she wanted them to be quiet and settle down she would announce that it was nap time and have them all lie on the ground while we rubbed their backs until they were quiet and calm. The kids would just randomly leave the room to go to music class or the library or the bathroom and the teacher wouldn't even notice that they had left the room and then suddenly be like "oh where did those 5 kids go?" She seemed rather unconcerned that half her class had left the room and she didn't even notice. I, on the other hand, was concerned. Then I started thinking that having class in my bedroom, maybe wasn't the coolest idea after all. First of all, I pretty much live with my boyfriend and he doesn't leave for school until 9 or 9:30 usually, and since my school starts around 8, he would probably be disturbed by having a bunch of little kids running around every morning. also, i was concerned about having to keep the room really tidy all the time as there is usually an assortment of books, shoes adn clothes lying around the room. it was just another hassle for me to be concerned about. At this point i looked at my watch which read exactly 8:30. At this point I started to get very upset. My exam starts at 8:30. I quickly realized that this was not the day that I was supposed to start my practicum. My stupid mentor teacher had come a full 5 days early, and I didn't realize it until I was already late for my final exam. I remember feeling super annoyed about this because this lady couldn't even get the stupid day of the week right. I think i even yelled at her as I madly rushed around getting ready to leave the house in order to make it at least for most of my exam. Around this time I woke up, and looked at the clock, relieved that it was not 8:30 and I was not late for my exam. The end.


Well...that was fun...maybe I'll try this again sometime :)