My Last Year: Part II
To be honest, I really can't believe it. I cannot believe that I have made it this far, I have only one last semester to go and I will be finished with school. All I have to do really is one class and student teaching. After that, I get my degree and I go out into the world. It's scary as hell, don't get me wrong, but I am excited about all of this. After this summer, I'll finally be able to attempt to direct my life to the way I want it to go: into theatre.
I had my first day of student teaching today and I found myself to be relieved, especially since I now have a co-student teacher with me to take half the classes. So instead of teaching four classes, I teach two. Well, if you want to get technical, I teach one class and the other is a theatre production group, so I put together a production... which I'm also doing half of. I love the Theatre Production class. Almost every kid wants to be there and is excited to be there. I even might ring them into doing Bristol this summer all going well. These kids love theatre in every aspect of it. Half of those kids want to come in during study hall and continue doing technical work, which is fantastic! They're probably one of the most open-minded classes that I've ever had and I'm really excited to be teaching them. After the play ends, I have a week or to for them to recuperate where I can introduce my own curriculum. I want to try out Commedia, but I might do something else. We'll see what happens.
Then there's Drama 1. Drama 1 is the class that kids take when they don't want to take Speech class. Already, I can tell these kids are going to be a hassel. At least five of them are special ed students and the rest are... well... just brats. Immediately before class started, i heard half the class complaining, "Ugh! I don't want to be here! Why am I in this class?" etc. Apparently these kids forgot that they CHOSE to be in this class as opposed to speech. One kid even gave my co-op teacher lip. I must say that I admire Trudi (my co-op teacher) for handling it so well. She gives them no room for ass-hatery and I love her for it. At the same time, the class intimidates me a little. I think that class just might make me break once or twice.
But I digress... After I'm done at Waterford, I go on to University Lake School, which is going to be twenty times easier. Apparently, I'm doing what I did last semester during observation and helping with them plays. That's good news for me, especially since the school is only 20 minutes away and the class may not tart until 10 or later. If I'm even luckier, I only have to show up at rehearsals which happen after 3.
Now I know what you might be thinking. I don't just want to tell you about how awesome or awful my classes seem to be. I must have a purpose to this note. Well, I guess in a way, I kinda do.
See, Waterford is a 40 minute drive for me and I have to be there Mon-Friday beginning at 7 in the morning. I just got back and I'm tired as hell. Needless to say, I need sleep and time to do lesson plans, plan activities, casting, going over rehearsal notes, etc. As such, most of my evening activities are going to be extremely limited. I wish that I could come out more often, but I need to do this first. If you guys notice I'm slipping, please help put me back on track. I want to do good for my last semester and I need to make sure I have the time and energy to do so. Fortunately, it won't take all semester. Just until the 26th of March. Then I can sleep in until 9:30 instead of waking up at 5:30 in the morning which will improve my mood and my sleeping habits. By this time, my normal craziness should resume as planned and I can start doing things I love to do again. However, at this time, I simply have no time for anything. This is the price I pay for my art.
Also, like the last note I sent like this, if I go insane, please just grin and bear it. It's just a phase and I need to get through it. At the same time, if I ask or I look like I need it, help me through it. I had a near meltdown last night because I was so scared that I was going to fail this semester. In some aspects, I still feel like I am. I need to be reminded every once in a while that I can do this and more importantly that I'm not alone in this. This is my last year in school and I want it to end with a good kind of blast.
I love you all and thank you for your support.
~Nyx
"Hate the mind, regrets are better left unspoken. For all we know, this void will grow and everything's in vain, distressing you though it leaves me open. Feels so right but I'll end this all before it gets me... Call your name everyday when I seem so helpless. I'm falling down, but I'll rise above this, rise above this doubt..." ~Seether
I had my first day of student teaching today and I found myself to be relieved, especially since I now have a co-student teacher with me to take half the classes. So instead of teaching four classes, I teach two. Well, if you want to get technical, I teach one class and the other is a theatre production group, so I put together a production... which I'm also doing half of. I love the Theatre Production class. Almost every kid wants to be there and is excited to be there. I even might ring them into doing Bristol this summer all going well. These kids love theatre in every aspect of it. Half of those kids want to come in during study hall and continue doing technical work, which is fantastic! They're probably one of the most open-minded classes that I've ever had and I'm really excited to be teaching them. After the play ends, I have a week or to for them to recuperate where I can introduce my own curriculum. I want to try out Commedia, but I might do something else. We'll see what happens.
Then there's Drama 1. Drama 1 is the class that kids take when they don't want to take Speech class. Already, I can tell these kids are going to be a hassel. At least five of them are special ed students and the rest are... well... just brats. Immediately before class started, i heard half the class complaining, "Ugh! I don't want to be here! Why am I in this class?" etc. Apparently these kids forgot that they CHOSE to be in this class as opposed to speech. One kid even gave my co-op teacher lip. I must say that I admire Trudi (my co-op teacher) for handling it so well. She gives them no room for ass-hatery and I love her for it. At the same time, the class intimidates me a little. I think that class just might make me break once or twice.
But I digress... After I'm done at Waterford, I go on to University Lake School, which is going to be twenty times easier. Apparently, I'm doing what I did last semester during observation and helping with them plays. That's good news for me, especially since the school is only 20 minutes away and the class may not tart until 10 or later. If I'm even luckier, I only have to show up at rehearsals which happen after 3.
Now I know what you might be thinking. I don't just want to tell you about how awesome or awful my classes seem to be. I must have a purpose to this note. Well, I guess in a way, I kinda do.
See, Waterford is a 40 minute drive for me and I have to be there Mon-Friday beginning at 7 in the morning. I just got back and I'm tired as hell. Needless to say, I need sleep and time to do lesson plans, plan activities, casting, going over rehearsal notes, etc. As such, most of my evening activities are going to be extremely limited. I wish that I could come out more often, but I need to do this first. If you guys notice I'm slipping, please help put me back on track. I want to do good for my last semester and I need to make sure I have the time and energy to do so. Fortunately, it won't take all semester. Just until the 26th of March. Then I can sleep in until 9:30 instead of waking up at 5:30 in the morning which will improve my mood and my sleeping habits. By this time, my normal craziness should resume as planned and I can start doing things I love to do again. However, at this time, I simply have no time for anything. This is the price I pay for my art.
Also, like the last note I sent like this, if I go insane, please just grin and bear it. It's just a phase and I need to get through it. At the same time, if I ask or I look like I need it, help me through it. I had a near meltdown last night because I was so scared that I was going to fail this semester. In some aspects, I still feel like I am. I need to be reminded every once in a while that I can do this and more importantly that I'm not alone in this. This is my last year in school and I want it to end with a good kind of blast.
I love you all and thank you for your support.
~Nyx
"Hate the mind, regrets are better left unspoken. For all we know, this void will grow and everything's in vain, distressing you though it leaves me open. Feels so right but I'll end this all before it gets me... Call your name everyday when I seem so helpless. I'm falling down, but I'll rise above this, rise above this doubt..." ~Seether