|In high school.|
I grew up in a small town, which I hated and wanted to leave (as do most small-town girls). My dreams were many and extravagant, including world travel and an esoteric kind of fame. During college, I studied many different things: anthropology (archeology, cultural, and physical - I love them all), interior design, journalism, art history, natural sciences and a whole lot of other randomness. If there was one thing I never intended to study, it was education (because that was small-town and not-so-esoteric). At the end of all this learning, I knew one thing - I didn't like to do one thing.
|I dig unique - faux-hawk anyone?|
|A bird I prepared in the lab.|
|This one will become a flat skin with skeleton.|
I started my masters, took out a slew of student loans, and a year later found myself with a teaching license and masters degree. Due to the timing of my program, I didn't actually have the coursework to apply for my license until the school year was about to start. Thankfully, those small-town connections can be helpful. I received a job and because they back-date licenses, I was good to go as long as I applied before the first day of school. I took a personal day the Friday before the kids started to drive down my application. Eventually (months later), my license arrived, back-dated appropriately and I was now made legal.
|Frog program - Japanese audience.|
|Fox skull: completely reassembled (hit by car).|
|Large dog skull - mastiff maybe?|
Disclaimer: I did not include photos of my own classroom because they are previous students and I do not have permission to publish. I'll work on making sure I have blog-friendly pictures in the future.