Gone camping

Though I've just returned to La La Land from a southern soiree, I'm bon voyaging again upon finishing this post for the impending insanity dubbed Induction and Institute, better known as Teach For America's summer boot camp.I've tarried the few frenzied days post-bidding the former nine-to-six farewell and pre-Atlanta-ing strategically observing a plethora of muy excellente and inspiring TFA classrooms, hustling to finish pre-Institute work, prepping and packing haphazardly, and, of course, amassing a robust reservoir of anecdotes on the magnitude of work that encompasses Institute.

INT. 7th GRADE HUMANITIES CLASSROOM - MORNING

I have just observed a TFA teacher's class period. She and I chat about Institute.

HELEN

How much sleep did you get a night during training?

TFA TEACHER

2 hours a night.

HELEN

What?!

TFA TEACHER
But I was anal. Don't worry. Most people get 4.

I don't exactly know what to expect, except that the objective of the following 6 weeks is to mold us into teacher-leaders of the well-oiled TFA-indoctrinated type. I'll be residing at LMU, so ya know, please feel free to sublet the LAbode from me 'til August (please (contact me for deets!)???). I know not how much time I'll have to blog and such, so do forgive me if my posts sparsify. I shall attempt to update about ATL, and subsequently, TFA boot camp (and what God is teaching me through it). Please pray for me if it e'er crosses your mind. Mine heart's pitter pattering with nervousness and excitement. Jeepers, here goes!