Teaching...
So, I'm a real live teacher.
Wow! That's all I can say.
It was crazy and exciting and wonderful
Can I just reiterate how fast the day goes by...
I feel so freaking awesome right now.
I feel so much more well adjusted than I did just last week.
I've cleaned the entire house (swept and mopped!)
i've cleaned out the car, which was an absolute nightmare.
I've done dishes.
I've finished making syllabi for my classes.
Now I need to plan some more lessons and I'll feel even more well adjusted, but I'm freaking tired!
My feet are tired, my brain is tired, my eyes are tired.
I don't really want to do anything except for lay here now.
I can't wait for... well, who knows...
I promised myself that I would not simply survive through the days trying to get to the next meaningful one. I will live everyday and make everyday meaningful. Because, well, of all the students I encounter everyday, the day has to be meaningful to at least one of them. yeah! I'm living, not surviving.
I love my life.
I have also learned that money obviously does not determine happiness, because I only have $75 to my name, and I am so happy, I could cry. That's right, really real tears.
My classroom is awesome, the kids are awesome.
I can't tell whether they like me because I'm young or because they like my teaching so far, but they all seem to like me, anyway.
My classes are kind of big. Most bordering around 30. It is very daunting to stand up at the front of 30 people. But they all seem fairly ready to listen and learn. of course, it is only the second day, and I set them off into group work fairly quickly. So, we shall see...
I think I'm going to go jogging, even though my feet feel like they're about to fall off... it's good for them to keep working, right? RIGHT? Yeah!
Wow! That's all I can say.
It was crazy and exciting and wonderful
Can I just reiterate how fast the day goes by...
I feel so freaking awesome right now.
I feel so much more well adjusted than I did just last week.
I've cleaned the entire house (swept and mopped!)
i've cleaned out the car, which was an absolute nightmare.
I've done dishes.
I've finished making syllabi for my classes.
Now I need to plan some more lessons and I'll feel even more well adjusted, but I'm freaking tired!
My feet are tired, my brain is tired, my eyes are tired.
I don't really want to do anything except for lay here now.
I can't wait for... well, who knows...
I promised myself that I would not simply survive through the days trying to get to the next meaningful one. I will live everyday and make everyday meaningful. Because, well, of all the students I encounter everyday, the day has to be meaningful to at least one of them. yeah! I'm living, not surviving.
I love my life.
I have also learned that money obviously does not determine happiness, because I only have $75 to my name, and I am so happy, I could cry. That's right, really real tears.
My classroom is awesome, the kids are awesome.
I can't tell whether they like me because I'm young or because they like my teaching so far, but they all seem to like me, anyway.
My classes are kind of big. Most bordering around 30. It is very daunting to stand up at the front of 30 people. But they all seem fairly ready to listen and learn. of course, it is only the second day, and I set them off into group work fairly quickly. So, we shall see...
I think I'm going to go jogging, even though my feet feel like they're about to fall off... it's good for them to keep working, right? RIGHT? Yeah!