When I wrote that just now, I couldn't suppress a groan. Eight weeks? It feels like eight years.
Anyway, I have been teaching for eight weeks and I'm just now starting to love it- finally. I guess it's a combination of things that have occurred in the last few days that have really created a turning point for me.
Partly, I think the turning point has come as I am feeling more confident in what I am doing with most of the classes. I feel like I have a good rapport with most of the kids. I'm not too humble to tell you that Monday's formal observation by my University supervisor was STELLAR.
Most importantly, I started to acquiesce to the eighth graders. They will always be talkers. They will never like Spanish; or at least I cannot undue the last seven months in the next few weeks. I will probably be frustrated for the first fifty minutes of my day each day for the next twenty-one (TWENTY-ONE!!) times I have them.
However in a new twist I have finally learned to leave my frustration and occasional negativity at the door. After the bell rings I go to the next class consciously leaving them behind. I walk into the new classroom with my little black cart holding all of my Spanish belongings (Hello! I'm a traveling teacher!) with a smile. I dance and sing and laugh. Sometimes the kids dance and sing and laugh with me. Sometimes they laugh at me. Either way, I move on with my day.
Since then, each day has been a good day. I finally love what I'm doing.
2 comments:
Super jealous and wicked excited for you! I have been trying to talk myself into leaving things at the door, but then one thing happens and I loose it!! I have zero joy and wish I knew what I wanted to do...teacher help me =)
Thank you!!
Um, personally I think you should try and revert back to that career you looooooveddd before!! <3
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