So, I have successfully completed my first week ever of teaching, and that feels pretty good.
The first morning on my drive in, I honestly thought that I was going to throw up I was so nervous. To make things worse, the heat was out of control and I could literally see steam coming up from the sidewalk as I was walking into the school. I will blame my sweat covered self on the heat, but we all know that’s not true. Nerves don’t bring out the best in me. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out until about 11am when the kids were going to recess, because I remember thinking, “Oh my god, I don’t know any of these kids names.” I ran around to each of their desks and peeked at their name tags that I had them all make, and got the general gist of it. It’s weird, but I think that I may have blacked out for part of the morning.
I have to say that the end of the week went way smoother than the beginning of the week did, and remember consistently chanting to myself, “act like you know what you’re doing, act like you know what you’re doing.” Because if I said it enough maybe my students wouldn’t catch on to the idea that I was scared out of my mind and had NO idea what I was doing.
By yesterday we had a decent routine going on, and I have a fairly decent grasp on their abilities. I did an awesome lesson yesterday on writing a Friendly Letter, and they all seemed to “get it” which was a great feeling. I introduced to them that they would be having pen pals and we wrote a class letter to them first, and they all signed on the bottom in marker. We have been reading the first Boxcar Children book out loud as a read aloud, and they absolutely love it. It’s a much older book, and different than a lot of what they are exposed to nowadays, so I’m really happy that they like it.
I’m kind of bummed that this four day weekend is going to kind of get in the way of everything I have worked so hard to accomplish this week. But not bummed out enough to dance for joy when the final bell went off yesterday and drove home completely ecstatic of the four days of freedom in front of me. Thank GOD for Labor Day weekend.
Some things that I have learned so far:
1. Not all of the fellow teachers that I am working with are excited that I’m there. I think with these people it’s best to just keep my distance and prove to them that I’m a great teacher.
2. Teaching when it’s 100 degrees outside and roughly the same temperature in my classroom is incredibly miserable AND unflattering.
3. My hour long commute has forced me to drive by countless trees with their leaves changing colors, and I’m not sure how I quite feel about this yet. I have spent my entire summer so anxious about school starting, and now that it’s here, I wish I had spent a little more time appreciating my favorite season. I absolutely love everything about Fall, don’t get me wrong. But after Fall is Winter and well..I hate snow and being cold.
4. Nobody taught me how to unjam a photocopier in college. Or a stapler. And they should have.
5. I have morphed into a child again. By around seven at night lately I look at the time thinking it MUST be at least ten, and therefore a socially acceptable time to go to bed. When I see that it’s only seven, I get a little embarrassed for myself.
6. At least for right now, I am definitely where I’m supposed to be as far as work goes. And that’s incredibly reassuring.
7. Eating during the day is just not going to happen.
So, naturally, now that I have four days off the weather is cold again, and all I want to do is lay in the sun and relax. It SHOULD warm up, and I’m going to take advantage of this and spend the last days of summer outside as much as possible, drinking way too much iced coffee and being as lazy as possible. And go and see If I Stay at the movie theatre and eats lot of popcorn.