tops drop
Maya just spanked me with her baby monitor. No, really.
Its back to school season!
Yesyes, I know I graduated. Which sucks, because I really miss the back to school excitement of moving back onto campus, reuniting with friends, going on adventures!
But the season is still relevent to me because, although I'm no longer a student, I AM a teacher!
well... the State Board of Educator Certification says I'm a teacher, though I did not manage to snag my own classroom full of young, pliable minds to inform and also terrorize. (For those of you who have forgotten, in high school "to teach" is the equivalent of "to terrorize"... or at least that's the impression my 11th graders left on me last year).
Anyyyywayyy
The school where I student-taught last year invited me back as a permanent substitute. Which means I work there every day, and sub jobs are automatically assigned to me.
This is good for a few reasons....
... I have a steady, dependable full-time job.
... I'll get the experience I need to land my very own classroom of reticent students.
... Since I'm certified, the pay is nice.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddd
...The return of The Substitute Chronicles!
Yay! Every day in a new classroom with different students at a diverse south Austin high school in the ghetto with a new principal! Oh the stories will come.
I mean, these are the teenaged versions of the 1st graders who ate me alive and made me contemplate publicly slitting my wrists with Crayola safety scissors in May. Or rather, these are their older siblings. You know, the role models.
The yearbook teacher story happened here.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to it. I'm a mom, now. I'm getting those scary mom powers like "the look," and the "the jadedness."
You see, being a substitute affords benefits like being able to say, "I'm a high school teacher," and watching people proceed to shower you with respect and awe, without the drawbacks such as grading, planning, and caring.
Plus, as we all know, there are the stories.
So anyway, I'm not going to publish names, including the name of my school. Though, I think most of you already know it.... so play along.
But I start on Tuesday, pending my recovery from wisdom teeth removal and a side job I have proofreading a novel (yes, I know, its crazy).
So stay tuned!
Its back to school season!
Yesyes, I know I graduated. Which sucks, because I really miss the back to school excitement of moving back onto campus, reuniting with friends, going on adventures!
But the season is still relevent to me because, although I'm no longer a student, I AM a teacher!
well... the State Board of Educator Certification says I'm a teacher, though I did not manage to snag my own classroom full of young, pliable minds to inform and also terrorize. (For those of you who have forgotten, in high school "to teach" is the equivalent of "to terrorize"... or at least that's the impression my 11th graders left on me last year).
Anyyyywayyy
The school where I student-taught last year invited me back as a permanent substitute. Which means I work there every day, and sub jobs are automatically assigned to me.
This is good for a few reasons....
... I have a steady, dependable full-time job.
... I'll get the experience I need to land my very own classroom of reticent students.
... Since I'm certified, the pay is nice.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnddddd
...The return of The Substitute Chronicles!
Yay! Every day in a new classroom with different students at a diverse south Austin high school in the ghetto with a new principal! Oh the stories will come.
I mean, these are the teenaged versions of the 1st graders who ate me alive and made me contemplate publicly slitting my wrists with Crayola safety scissors in May. Or rather, these are their older siblings. You know, the role models.
The yearbook teacher story happened here.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really looking forward to it. I'm a mom, now. I'm getting those scary mom powers like "the look," and the "the jadedness."
You see, being a substitute affords benefits like being able to say, "I'm a high school teacher," and watching people proceed to shower you with respect and awe, without the drawbacks such as grading, planning, and caring.
Plus, as we all know, there are the stories.
So anyway, I'm not going to publish names, including the name of my school. Though, I think most of you already know it.... so play along.
But I start on Tuesday, pending my recovery from wisdom teeth removal and a side job I have proofreading a novel (yes, I know, its crazy).
So stay tuned!