One of my students asked me if I was rich today.
Rich.
UH did that hit me in the gut.
One of my students asked me if I was rich today.
Rich.
UH did that hit me in the gut.
Today’s Prompt: Test. Honestly nothing popped into my head when I read that word- mostly because I just got done cooking bacon, making the fire alarm go off, and now I am currently questioning if the bacon is even cooked enough for me to be eating it. That’s how much of a cook I am.Continue reading “Tests Are The Worst”
“A bee in a glass jar.”
That is what my mom calls me. I’m everywhere, all the time. I have always been this way, jumping from one idea to the next, but my mind has been going crazy the last 8 months, jumping from thing to thing, worrying over the smallest leap and the tiniest decision because my next step determines the rest of my life, apparently (according to myself at least). And as my mind started to race & juggle the idea of my one year contract with teaching and a 2 year program to earn my teaching credential here in California, I realized something.
I know, I know, school is school. We need to teach our kids how to act in society, how to sit quietly, how to stop tapping their dang pencil on their desk or hitting their feet together because seriously, everyone can hear you (still learning my patience on this one), how farts in public are not and never will be appropriate, and how respect and kindness are the two things that will get you anywhere in life.
But just because they need to learn those things doesn’t mean that making silly faces to your friends across the room can’t happen every once and awhile. It doesn’t mean that a an always quiet classroom is a learning classroom. And it doesn’t mean that reading, writing, speaking, math facts or problem solving have to be done sitting on your bottom with four legs on the ground.
About a month ago I had this great idea of backing up my past post, How to be Single, a Christian, & a College Graduate – All At The Same Time. Backing it up meaning- sharing with you all that the fear of being single goes away. That when people tell you it is all going to be alright, it will be. That they aren’t lying. The hurt, the fear- it will disappear, you just have to give it time.
So the count down begins. And so do all the questions.
I want to be a failure.
I want to fail because I am terrified of what will happen when I do.
After a few sleepless nights and a gallon of tears, I have finally given in to moving to California.
Is it okay to say that I really don’t know what I am doing when it comes to student teaching? It is a whole new world to me. A world where I actually go every day, where I am planning for every half hour of every day, where all the students will soon be myContinue reading “Um: What Is Teaching?”