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Whew...

So here we are, in California. We have been here for about three weeks, and each week has increased in its ability to exhaust me.

The first week was spent fixing up our house. It was a lot of work. A whole lot of work. We painted the living room, dining room and both bedrooms (the master bedroom had about 7 layers of wallpaper and not much of a wall underneath that, so it was quite the feat to get it ready for painting). We currently have most of the work done and our enjoying our humble abode. Before and after pictures will most likely be posted soon, either here or on Facebook.

The second week was teacher orientation, which was a whole lot more fun than working on the house, though still just as exhausting with all the information overload. But I love this school, and there is a really sweet family environment amongst the teachers, as well as the students. So I am excited to be a part of it.There are also a ton of Fuller grads teaching here, so it makes the theological discussions and spiritual atmosphere SO GREAT and intellectually(as well as spiritually) stimulating.

My first week of teaching has been exhausting... so exhausting. It is like preaching a new sermon every day, 5 times a day. Every night I spend hours working on the powerpoint for the next day. My adviser warned me to not try to do anything new the first year, to just use the curriculum left for me. But I don't like the curriculum! And I have to feel comfortable with the curriculum in order to teach well, so that means hours pouring through different textbooks (thank you, thank you Steven S. Zumdahl for writing so many fantastic textbooks) and searching google for fun and exciting pictures to include on each slide (you would be amazed at how many excellent chemistry pictures can be found on a google image search). And it is exhausting, but this is what I want to do with my life, so its not like the work will go to waste. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

But Monday is labor day, so I can take a break then! Yay!!!

Anyway, more updates later... now back to the powerpoint for Week 1, Day 4!

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