Do they know? Do they really know?.........is what I wonder alot of days. Do these kids really know how much I love them and care for them and want what's best for them? I know I don't tell them like I should. But there isn't a child in that classroom that I wouldn't fight for.
Sometimes I think, "Do THEY really LOVE ME as their TEACHER? OR do they wish they had another teacher or their first grade teacher back? Do they think I'm a good teacher. Yes, I get the notes all the time that say they love me and I'm the best teacher. But sometimes, I just wonder about the genuiness of it...are they just doing it simply bc I'm there teacher and that is what children love to do for the teacher? Sometimes I look on their faces and I feel as though they are looking back and I see in their eyes and face that I'm not their favorite...I'm not the one their heart is loyal to.
The last day before Thanksgiving break I gave each child a note from me that said what I was thankful for about them. Now, I believe that if my teacher gave me that that I would hold onto it...atleast through the weekend. A few of them left them on the floor!! Oh, well.
But, I LOVE THOSE KIDS WITH ALL MY HEART - They've stolen it. Even though most days I'm sure they can't tell.
Because of them - I have 20 more reasons to be thankful this Thanksgiving!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
P.S. I've got to get another pencil sharpener over Thanksgiving---we're up to number 4!! But, I'm thankful that we have pencils to sharpen and I have money to buy the sharpener. :)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
What?
Tuesday (before Thanksgiving) I experienced my first official hearing. Bet you can't guess which student it was for? That's right - 19. For right now, he gets to stay. He returns the Monday after Thanksgiving. My energy level drains just thinking about it.
Oh, the Monday after Thanksgiving...that day starts about 3 long weeks of school until Christmas Break!! ALAS - FREEDOM! Needless to say I am not looking forward to those three weeks - I know we all will be going insane.
But, the year is almost half way through. I am almost half way through with MY FIRST YEAR OF TEACHING - WOW! It has flown by so fast I haven't been able to breath or take it in most days. As I think about the fact that it is almost half way over...I seriously wonder...WHAT?...have these kids learned anything? Am I making any progress with them? Have I done things right? Will they be better off having me as a teacher this year or would they have done better being in someone else's class? I look at student's like 19 and think - he should have been in someone else's class...not because I don't want him in mine, but because if he had been in a more experienced teacher's class then maybe he would have made more progress by now because that teacher would know what she was doing. Rather than I, who ran around like a chicken with her head cut off hoping for each day to pass quickly - it has surely been exhausting...I thought I knew what it was like to be tired - but I quickly found out that I didn't know what it meant to be tired until I had this job. Then I look at my kids who are high and I see what they are doing and that they are getting things and taking what we learn and they are applying it. That makes me feel good and like we're getting somewhere. But, at the same time, my heart hurts for the child that just doesn't get it. No matter how many times I say it or how many various ways I explain it, he just doesn't get it. And what do I do? There are so many. My heart simply breaks for them.
This definitely wasn't the first year I had pictured, but it has been a first year (at least half of it) that I can say I'm truly grateful for. And I LOVE those children in MY classroom with all my heart.
Oh, the Monday after Thanksgiving...that day starts about 3 long weeks of school until Christmas Break!! ALAS - FREEDOM! Needless to say I am not looking forward to those three weeks - I know we all will be going insane.
But, the year is almost half way through. I am almost half way through with MY FIRST YEAR OF TEACHING - WOW! It has flown by so fast I haven't been able to breath or take it in most days. As I think about the fact that it is almost half way over...I seriously wonder...WHAT?...have these kids learned anything? Am I making any progress with them? Have I done things right? Will they be better off having me as a teacher this year or would they have done better being in someone else's class? I look at student's like 19 and think - he should have been in someone else's class...not because I don't want him in mine, but because if he had been in a more experienced teacher's class then maybe he would have made more progress by now because that teacher would know what she was doing. Rather than I, who ran around like a chicken with her head cut off hoping for each day to pass quickly - it has surely been exhausting...I thought I knew what it was like to be tired - but I quickly found out that I didn't know what it meant to be tired until I had this job. Then I look at my kids who are high and I see what they are doing and that they are getting things and taking what we learn and they are applying it. That makes me feel good and like we're getting somewhere. But, at the same time, my heart hurts for the child that just doesn't get it. No matter how many times I say it or how many various ways I explain it, he just doesn't get it. And what do I do? There are so many. My heart simply breaks for them.
This definitely wasn't the first year I had pictured, but it has been a first year (at least half of it) that I can say I'm truly grateful for. And I LOVE those children in MY classroom with all my heart.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Coveting her Pencil Sharpener
When you think about a classroom and all that it entails, one of the last things that one would think would cause such a problem is the pencil sharpener. But OH, what a nightmare that little noisy, electronic contraption can cause. For the past few weeks I have been SO close to pulling my hair out and screaming over broken tips of pencils and the need to sharpen those pesky things in the middle of class. Now mind you we are on our SECOND sharpener of the year (and I told myself I would not be one of those teachers who purchased 10 sharpeners during the course of a year) and it is slowly dying I can tell as each day it takes longer and LONGER to sharpen enough pencils for the class. At times, sharpening is being done in the afternoon and morning by my best pencil sharpening students, yet when students enter the classroom I am still having to sharpen pencils!!! AHH!! Unless you've been through it yourself you would now understand how FRUSTRATING this is. And when that little hand raises in the air signaling to me that that pencil has broken and needs to sharpened, all that is in me cringes and fights and wants to scream: "YOUR PENCIL WILL NOT SHARPEN - FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO WRITE WITH AND LEARN HOW TO WRITE GENTLY WITH YOUR PENCIL!!!!! But of course I cannot say this, so relunctantly, I stop what I am doing and take the pencil and put it in the sharpener as it makes it loud noise to let it be known to the entire room what is going on (except for on the occasion that I let them sharpen the pencil theirself)---"Can't you just sharpen quietly?" I think to myself about that annoying sharpener.
Now the Art teacher has the HUGE heavy duty sharpener, actually she has two of them, that I have admired from afar and thought "Oh, if I could have a sharpener like that!" So the other day I ask her where she got hers (knowing that this would most likely cost a pretty penny) and she of course says prob some art magazine - she doesn't remember but if she could find it she would let me know. So a little dissappointed I say "ok" and mosey on back to my room. Well, I could tell sharpener # 2 would go at any moment cause I could hear it slowly fading away. My kids tell me that their first grade teacher had a sharpener like the art teacher so out of desperation I email her, asking her if this was true and if so where did she get it. She replies that another teacher got them for her from an APT grant the last year...so another dead end road. I started researching these pencil sharpeners on the internet and have found them ranging in prices from 35 to 55 dollars - pre-tax. So, maybe Santa Claus will hear my cry?! Idk, but something must be done cause I'm going crazy with these pencils and pencil sharpeners...."Write with your finger" I want to shout sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE THESE KIDS WITH ALL MY HEART! But some days I just want to SCREAM stupid pencil sharpener!! and another thing, I have reached the conclusion that pencils should come pre-sharpened, don't you agree!!! You should! :)
Oh, WAIT, I alwmost forgot, the 2nd sharpener DID die on Monday and so long story short....I took it to walmart and exchanged it for a new one (thank you Lord that I didn't have to fork over more money).
Meanwhile - I had 2 kids steal things on monday...one tried to steal 2 brand new pencils from the classroom and the other stole 3 pieces of candy from the speech teacher....really, do you learn that in my classroom????
Lost in pencil shavings,
four days til Thanksgiving break!
Now the Art teacher has the HUGE heavy duty sharpener, actually she has two of them, that I have admired from afar and thought "Oh, if I could have a sharpener like that!" So the other day I ask her where she got hers (knowing that this would most likely cost a pretty penny) and she of course says prob some art magazine - she doesn't remember but if she could find it she would let me know. So a little dissappointed I say "ok" and mosey on back to my room. Well, I could tell sharpener # 2 would go at any moment cause I could hear it slowly fading away. My kids tell me that their first grade teacher had a sharpener like the art teacher so out of desperation I email her, asking her if this was true and if so where did she get it. She replies that another teacher got them for her from an APT grant the last year...so another dead end road. I started researching these pencil sharpeners on the internet and have found them ranging in prices from 35 to 55 dollars - pre-tax. So, maybe Santa Claus will hear my cry?! Idk, but something must be done cause I'm going crazy with these pencils and pencil sharpeners...."Write with your finger" I want to shout sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVE THESE KIDS WITH ALL MY HEART! But some days I just want to SCREAM stupid pencil sharpener!! and another thing, I have reached the conclusion that pencils should come pre-sharpened, don't you agree!!! You should! :)
Oh, WAIT, I alwmost forgot, the 2nd sharpener DID die on Monday and so long story short....I took it to walmart and exchanged it for a new one (thank you Lord that I didn't have to fork over more money).
Meanwhile - I had 2 kids steal things on monday...one tried to steal 2 brand new pencils from the classroom and the other stole 3 pieces of candy from the speech teacher....really, do you learn that in my classroom????
Lost in pencil shavings,
four days til Thanksgiving break!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"Is It Getting Any Better?"
All the time people ask me this question. "Is is getting any better?" Each time I'm stumped as to how to answer them. Let's face it: it's NOT getting better. In fact, just when I think I might be able to catch my breath (notice I didn't mention actually getting to breath) something else happens and I might as well forget it. But what do I tell people? I can't tell them "No"; they would just think I'm being negative all the time. So, do I lie instead and put on the smile and tell them its going good? HA, no. It's just an endless cycle. I'm seriously contemplating giving up all hope until summer (which isn't too far away).
Stories: So, today my kid that comes in all the time with bandages and whatnot on him (called 18) comes to class with a bandage wrapped around his hand. Now two times throughout the day today, he asks me if he can take it off in order to do various tasks. Of course I say yes, all the while thinking "OF COURSE YOU CAN TAKE IT OFF! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING ME?! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!" LOL bless him. Later in the day I notice that he has a band-aid in the middle of his forhead...I'm pretty sure that band-aid wasn't there when he got to school this morning...and if I'm correct, then how in the world it ended up there I have NO idea. But I can guarantee you that if you were to take it off his head that there would be nothing wrong with him (which I was tempted to do quite a few times today!). oh, dear.
I have one of those hand pointer thingies (its a stick with a white gloved hand on the end with the pointer finger pointing out) and I have been meaning to use it all year long but keep forgetting. Well I finally remember to pick it up today while I'm teaching and I don't know if I'm going to be able to use it much. I started to laugh while I was using it bc I just kept thinking...this has to look hilarious. At one point I had my cheek resting on the hand as if I had a third hand. IDK it might only be funny to me. Like, I said in an earlier post...you got to find something to laugh at during the day. :) (Of course, 19 wants to talk to the hand when I use it!)
Stories: So, today my kid that comes in all the time with bandages and whatnot on him (called 18) comes to class with a bandage wrapped around his hand. Now two times throughout the day today, he asks me if he can take it off in order to do various tasks. Of course I say yes, all the while thinking "OF COURSE YOU CAN TAKE IT OFF! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING ME?! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!" LOL bless him. Later in the day I notice that he has a band-aid in the middle of his forhead...I'm pretty sure that band-aid wasn't there when he got to school this morning...and if I'm correct, then how in the world it ended up there I have NO idea. But I can guarantee you that if you were to take it off his head that there would be nothing wrong with him (which I was tempted to do quite a few times today!). oh, dear.
I have one of those hand pointer thingies (its a stick with a white gloved hand on the end with the pointer finger pointing out) and I have been meaning to use it all year long but keep forgetting. Well I finally remember to pick it up today while I'm teaching and I don't know if I'm going to be able to use it much. I started to laugh while I was using it bc I just kept thinking...this has to look hilarious. At one point I had my cheek resting on the hand as if I had a third hand. IDK it might only be funny to me. Like, I said in an earlier post...you got to find something to laugh at during the day. :) (Of course, 19 wants to talk to the hand when I use it!)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Report Cards - Hope their not "The Death of Me" Cards
To give a brief update: There is not too much to tell. My unruly child (who we will refer to as 19 from here on out) returned Tuesday after 2 days of OSS. I was not happy about it but you know...it happens. He has been holding his own since then. We take it moment by moment, day by day, week by week (or atleast I do!). He's doing ok (now when I say ok that means he still has ALOT of work to do but I'm being as patient as possible and he hasn't been as disrespectful as he has been in the past to get himself is OSS)
Tomorrow Report Cards for the first nine weeks go out. AAAHHHHH!!! Let's be honest, I'm scared to death - what if I have a million parents knocking downn my door or asking to have a conference on Nov. 2 - which is the first parent teacher conference day (honestly, I'd rather deal with the children)? We'll see how things go.
Its so hard to believe that I'm one fourth of the way through my first year of teaching...its gone by too incredibly fast. Somedays I wonder if I'm doing any good...only time will tell. I hope more than anything that I am being an effective teacher and that somewhere I make a difference in those little lives...that a worthwhile investment has been made in them, in who they are, not only academically but spiritually. I love those kids with all my heart and want only the best for them. But I know that most days, they sadly, don't get the best of me. But that is going to change, it will be a slow process, but I'm praying for God to help me give the strength to give more to them (though I feel like I've already given all I have).
Thank you to the many, many people who constantly are praying for me. I am so very blessed. Thank you Lord for how you guide me EVER step of the way!
Tomorrow Report Cards for the first nine weeks go out. AAAHHHHH!!! Let's be honest, I'm scared to death - what if I have a million parents knocking downn my door or asking to have a conference on Nov. 2 - which is the first parent teacher conference day (honestly, I'd rather deal with the children)? We'll see how things go.
Its so hard to believe that I'm one fourth of the way through my first year of teaching...its gone by too incredibly fast. Somedays I wonder if I'm doing any good...only time will tell. I hope more than anything that I am being an effective teacher and that somewhere I make a difference in those little lives...that a worthwhile investment has been made in them, in who they are, not only academically but spiritually. I love those kids with all my heart and want only the best for them. But I know that most days, they sadly, don't get the best of me. But that is going to change, it will be a slow process, but I'm praying for God to help me give the strength to give more to them (though I feel like I've already given all I have).
Thank you to the many, many people who constantly are praying for me. I am so very blessed. Thank you Lord for how you guide me EVER step of the way!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Life as an ADULT
High School...GRADUATED. College....GRADUATE. JOB....A REAL ONE!
There are times that growing up is OVERRATED!
Now, although I love my job, (and hate it too...actually I hate the secretarial part) some days I just wish I could not be so grown up!
.....bills, car taxes, insurance, bills, property tax on the car, bills........(and I still live with my parents!)
I walk through the doors of a school on Monday morning and I'm just as much an adult as any other person in there. I have 20 kids whose world revolves around me 6+ hours a day, who I know in and out and have to be able to give answers for and be accountable for at any moment. I am a teacher, a nurse, a parent (at times), a counselor, a life coach (and I simply wish I could be a Bible teacher to them too). Sometimes I wish I were a kid again (sometimes I feel like a little girl in a grown up world).
There are friends I have that are still in college or have graduated but haven't gotten a fulltime job yet...and sometimes I envy them. They can pick up and go whenever they want...they don't have to worry about 20 kids, 20 kids' parents, other teachers, the principal, assistant principal, the district, state board, national education, or anything like that, depending on them.
Sometimes I wish I were still in college, although there are some things I DON'T miss. I'm glad I don't have to study for the test, I just give the test. But I'm okay with where I am at in life. Sometimes I feel like I am missing out on some friends' lives and I wish I could see them more and spend time with them. Times like these when I've just come back from seeing them is when it hurts the most but I'm also enjoying being with the friends I've been away from for the past 3 years. I just want the days back but, like I said, at the same time I'm ok with where I'm at in life. This was what I was meant to do...just wish I lived closer to the ones that lived so far away (and that I had a secretary--any takers?).
...........the summer will be here soon and 2 weeks for Christmas (now this is also when I wish I were still in college...longer vacations...but hey, atleast I get some!)
There are times that growing up is OVERRATED!
Now, although I love my job, (and hate it too...actually I hate the secretarial part) some days I just wish I could not be so grown up!
.....bills, car taxes, insurance, bills, property tax on the car, bills........(and I still live with my parents!)
I walk through the doors of a school on Monday morning and I'm just as much an adult as any other person in there. I have 20 kids whose world revolves around me 6+ hours a day, who I know in and out and have to be able to give answers for and be accountable for at any moment. I am a teacher, a nurse, a parent (at times), a counselor, a life coach (and I simply wish I could be a Bible teacher to them too). Sometimes I wish I were a kid again (sometimes I feel like a little girl in a grown up world).
There are friends I have that are still in college or have graduated but haven't gotten a fulltime job yet...and sometimes I envy them. They can pick up and go whenever they want...they don't have to worry about 20 kids, 20 kids' parents, other teachers, the principal, assistant principal, the district, state board, national education, or anything like that, depending on them.
Sometimes I wish I were still in college, although there are some things I DON'T miss. I'm glad I don't have to study for the test, I just give the test. But I'm okay with where I am at in life. Sometimes I feel like I am missing out on some friends' lives and I wish I could see them more and spend time with them. Times like these when I've just come back from seeing them is when it hurts the most but I'm also enjoying being with the friends I've been away from for the past 3 years. I just want the days back but, like I said, at the same time I'm ok with where I'm at in life. This was what I was meant to do...just wish I lived closer to the ones that lived so far away (and that I had a secretary--any takers?).
...........the summer will be here soon and 2 weeks for Christmas (now this is also when I wish I were still in college...longer vacations...but hey, atleast I get some!)
Funny Memories
You have to have a GREAT sense of humor for this job!
Just some funny stuff that has happened:
-Most Fridays, we have "Author's Chair." Students read aloud some piece they have spent the week writing. (Mine you that my kids CANNOT write) They stand up to read and not too long into it they look over at me and ask "What does that say?" or "Does that say ____?" I just think its HILARIOUS...they can't read their own writing! I just shrug my shoulders and say "You wrote it." (meanwhile laughing inside) If only they knew what I went threw when grading their papers.
One little girl in my class got a new hairdo the other week. (Note: We are currently reading Charlotte's Web, which is probably why this entered my head.) I looked at her during a lesson and she reminded me of something but I just couldn't think what of.....finally it came to me: The ram in Charlotte's Web that has horns that curl back behind his head....THAT RAM is what this girl looked like with her new hairdo!!!! CRACKS ME UP EACH TIME I LOOK AT HER!!
One little boy in my class comes to school every few days with some type of bandage on him. Usually he says this injury is from football...and every injury is something he has broken! Of course, he has NOT broken ANYTHING and doesn't even had a scratch on him. His wrist has been wrapped in cloth, he's had bandages on his arm, he has claimed he broke his ankle....
This past Friday he came to school with 2 small bandaids UNDER EACH EYE! I thought: OH MY WORD! I've finally got to the point I just laugh at him (not where he can see, of course)...of course these bandaids were also from football....I made him take them off bc there were no scratches or anything under his eye.
The following are samples of children's writings:
I received this note from a boy on Friday: Vilints are red, vilints are blue, I love you to.
They had to write about a good friend: Jacob is my friend because "he envitid me to his perde."
These kids are the nosiest people in the world....they know what everyone else is doing and is suppose to be doing except for one person....THEMSELVES!
The 12 dollars I have spent on this classroom were 4 chalkboard adhesive squares. I put them on the side of the cubbies and the kids go there to write tattletale problems...I LOVE IT!! They can't spell so its hilarious to figure out what they wrote....i don't have to listen to them....they write so much during the day that the erase each other's stuff....when they complain about someone writing something about them or erasing what they wrote, I just say "Go write it on the board!" HAHAHAHA!!!
Just some funny stuff that has happened:
-Most Fridays, we have "Author's Chair." Students read aloud some piece they have spent the week writing. (Mine you that my kids CANNOT write) They stand up to read and not too long into it they look over at me and ask "What does that say?" or "Does that say ____?" I just think its HILARIOUS...they can't read their own writing! I just shrug my shoulders and say "You wrote it." (meanwhile laughing inside) If only they knew what I went threw when grading their papers.
One little girl in my class got a new hairdo the other week. (Note: We are currently reading Charlotte's Web, which is probably why this entered my head.) I looked at her during a lesson and she reminded me of something but I just couldn't think what of.....finally it came to me: The ram in Charlotte's Web that has horns that curl back behind his head....THAT RAM is what this girl looked like with her new hairdo!!!! CRACKS ME UP EACH TIME I LOOK AT HER!!
One little boy in my class comes to school every few days with some type of bandage on him. Usually he says this injury is from football...and every injury is something he has broken! Of course, he has NOT broken ANYTHING and doesn't even had a scratch on him. His wrist has been wrapped in cloth, he's had bandages on his arm, he has claimed he broke his ankle....
This past Friday he came to school with 2 small bandaids UNDER EACH EYE! I thought: OH MY WORD! I've finally got to the point I just laugh at him (not where he can see, of course)...of course these bandaids were also from football....I made him take them off bc there were no scratches or anything under his eye.
The following are samples of children's writings:
I received this note from a boy on Friday: Vilints are red, vilints are blue, I love you to.
They had to write about a good friend: Jacob is my friend because "he envitid me to his perde."
These kids are the nosiest people in the world....they know what everyone else is doing and is suppose to be doing except for one person....THEMSELVES!
The 12 dollars I have spent on this classroom were 4 chalkboard adhesive squares. I put them on the side of the cubbies and the kids go there to write tattletale problems...I LOVE IT!! They can't spell so its hilarious to figure out what they wrote....i don't have to listen to them....they write so much during the day that the erase each other's stuff....when they complain about someone writing something about them or erasing what they wrote, I just say "Go write it on the board!" HAHAHAHA!!!
The First Nine Weeks
The hardest and most difficult thing about being a first year teacher is that, NO MATTER WHAT, once you walk through the doors of that classroom, you are expected to perform as if you have been teaching for 25 years.
I'm not writing this to inform the world about my life...no one may even read this. Its just a way for me to get out all of my frustration and excitement in teaching. There may be times when some aspect of my life relates to teaching but that will be the only part of my personal life shared on this.
Its hard to sum up the first nine weeks. I walked in to a school I didn't know too much about. I student taught 4th grade (LOVED IT!) and have always wanted to teach 3rd or 4th.....2nd has certainly brought its challenges. To sum up the first nine weeks: I have had all the first year teacher tears, I have spent countless hours doing school work to the point that my body could no longer go on functioning; one day (after crying in the arms of another 2nd grade teacher and the school secretary) I just left it all at school and went home and went to bed at like 4 in the afternoon. My hands shake from the exhaustion on some days. There are no words to describe how tired I have been in the last 10 weeks. There are so many things people at the school just don't bother to tell you and I guess they just expect you to figure it out. People expect a teacher to be absolutely perfect, no joke. Very rarely do they consider the fact that the teacher is REAL person - not a robot or some emotionless, unfeeling being. They will tear you apart for one little mistake but they never mention all the things you execute flawlessly.
Overall, I have a very sweet class, with the exception of one child, which has required ALL of me and then some. Yet, I feel as though we are making NO progress no matter what I try. I know I need to spend more time in prayer for this child. Never in my life have I seen one like him. I knew teaching would not be easy. I knew it would bring its challenges - and it has. There are 2 big dreams I've had in my life. The second one is teaching - I have worked my entire life to get to this point - yet most days it does not feel like I have finally achieved it haha.
I have kids who can't read numbers, don't understand how to count by one; there just LOW in general..aahhh!!!! :)
Monday will mark the end of the first nine weeks...and there is alot left to be done the rest of the year.
Even though its insane and there have certainly been days I've just wanted to quit...I wouldn't trade it for the world...there's nothing else I would do! Yes, you have to be a lunatic to enter and remain in this profession. You also have to be someone who loves alot and who will give more even when you've given all there is.
I'm not writing this to inform the world about my life...no one may even read this. Its just a way for me to get out all of my frustration and excitement in teaching. There may be times when some aspect of my life relates to teaching but that will be the only part of my personal life shared on this.
Its hard to sum up the first nine weeks. I walked in to a school I didn't know too much about. I student taught 4th grade (LOVED IT!) and have always wanted to teach 3rd or 4th.....2nd has certainly brought its challenges. To sum up the first nine weeks: I have had all the first year teacher tears, I have spent countless hours doing school work to the point that my body could no longer go on functioning; one day (after crying in the arms of another 2nd grade teacher and the school secretary) I just left it all at school and went home and went to bed at like 4 in the afternoon. My hands shake from the exhaustion on some days. There are no words to describe how tired I have been in the last 10 weeks. There are so many things people at the school just don't bother to tell you and I guess they just expect you to figure it out. People expect a teacher to be absolutely perfect, no joke. Very rarely do they consider the fact that the teacher is REAL person - not a robot or some emotionless, unfeeling being. They will tear you apart for one little mistake but they never mention all the things you execute flawlessly.
Overall, I have a very sweet class, with the exception of one child, which has required ALL of me and then some. Yet, I feel as though we are making NO progress no matter what I try. I know I need to spend more time in prayer for this child. Never in my life have I seen one like him. I knew teaching would not be easy. I knew it would bring its challenges - and it has. There are 2 big dreams I've had in my life. The second one is teaching - I have worked my entire life to get to this point - yet most days it does not feel like I have finally achieved it haha.
I have kids who can't read numbers, don't understand how to count by one; there just LOW in general..aahhh!!!! :)
Monday will mark the end of the first nine weeks...and there is alot left to be done the rest of the year.
Even though its insane and there have certainly been days I've just wanted to quit...I wouldn't trade it for the world...there's nothing else I would do! Yes, you have to be a lunatic to enter and remain in this profession. You also have to be someone who loves alot and who will give more even when you've given all there is.
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