I have decided to name my mentor as Charity Hensley-Pipkin because she is the most closely related to the work I have decided to do for my thesis (for now). My thesis will be on teacher perceptions of learning centers post-primary education. Basically, it is a really fancy wording for the question - why do teachers stop using learning centers after 2nd grade? Currently, I am writing my prospectus and the literature review is proving to be more challenging than I anticipated. I'm stressed about finishing it in time and with it being close to Halloween I'm kinda wishing I could cast a spell and make it be instantly finished. We will see what the week holds!
(Adapted from an essay I wrote on failure) I was that girl. I grew up in church, made straight A's, and was a cheerleader for most of my life. Any club you can name, I attended it in high school. I had an amazing reputation and was so proud of the being the goodie two shoes, all-american girl. Then I went to UT. I met my first boyfriend, and long story short I started making some pretty bad decisions. I ended up alone, broken, and no longer feeling deserving of love- much less the love of my heavenly father. who would want this garbage? For exactly 361 days, I wanted to die. My hands were trembling, and my breath was cold as it ran over my lips. I felt all alone on Henley Street Bridge, even though I could see the headlights and feel the rush of the cars behind me. I can recall countless nights that I had stayed up, sometimes 24 hours in a row, sobbing and begging God for death. I could not take the feeling that my insides were ripping apart anymore. I had lost mysel...
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