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After getting burned out teaching high school in a tiny Alaskan town, I have moved on to being a child advocate in a small Alaskan town. The struggles are similar, but now I can buy milk at the store.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Masters Class

Some of you may be aware that I'm working on my Masters. After all, I have the time, money, and energy right now to get a good grasp on it. Think about all that time you spend; standing in line, waiting at restaurants and drive-throughs. Walking to your car, finding a parking spot, commuting to work, church, clubs, the grocery store, school, post office, sporting events, etc. Window shopping. Buying gas, getting my oil changed, running into town to pick up "one thing". I don't do any of that.

I partially picked Humanities as my major because of the reading list. I've always felt I should be more versed in the classics. Ladies and gentlemen, the classics are kicking my butt.

The Epic of Gilgamesh was tedious to slug through. The Bible, while inspiring, was dense. The Odyssey is long. Like LONG, even in it's tiny print in the anthology. I have 190 pages of it left to read, and a paper to write, so that's why this is going to be a short post.  Just to convince you that I'm working, I took this picture of me:

Man, that book is huge. When kids ask me what I'm reading, I tell them it's my "Read and Respond" book. They have to read for 20 minutes and have their parents sign that they read. They're pretty shocked at the length of my 1670 page anthology.

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