I miss teaching
So this semester is well under way, and I’m back behind the desk and a student again. I really miss being the one in the front of the room. During the fall I realized how much I really enjoy working with kids. Now that I’m back to being a student I’m finding it impossible to concentrate on my classes. I’m interested enough, but it just isn’t the same being a student. I love the philosophical debates in my Contemporary Philosophy class, and I really enjoy learning about the other governments of the world in my Comparative Politics class. But, after last semester I don’t feel like a student anymore, I feel like a teacher.
I miss the excitement I felt every time one of my students had an epitome. I miss that feeling you get when you look around the room and realize that every single student is not only paying attention, but also understanding exactly what you’re talking about. I miss seeing the students who struggle, running up to their friends to flaunt a good test grade. I miss knowing that I’m making a difference in their lives, no matter how small. It’s just so hard to go from teaching 74 students to being one of 85 Elementary Education majors finishing up their final course requirements. I don’t know if it is senioritis setting in or what, but I feel almost cheated. I was given a taste of what it’s like to teach, and now I’m told to get back into the role of a student.
I suppose all I can do is buck of and make the most out of my classes, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stand being the one submitting work for a grade instead of being the one collecting it to assign a grade.
I miss the excitement I felt every time one of my students had an epitome. I miss that feeling you get when you look around the room and realize that every single student is not only paying attention, but also understanding exactly what you’re talking about. I miss seeing the students who struggle, running up to their friends to flaunt a good test grade. I miss knowing that I’m making a difference in their lives, no matter how small. It’s just so hard to go from teaching 74 students to being one of 85 Elementary Education majors finishing up their final course requirements. I don’t know if it is senioritis setting in or what, but I feel almost cheated. I was given a taste of what it’s like to teach, and now I’m told to get back into the role of a student.
I suppose all I can do is buck of and make the most out of my classes, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t stand being the one submitting work for a grade instead of being the one collecting it to assign a grade.