my last day at Andover
I'm sitting here in class writing in my livejournal. It is my last day here at Andover. Almost all of my students are gone today taking the PSAT, so the 7 remaining students are only spending the day reading. I let them watch part of the movie of The Great Gatsby as a gift for working so hard during their reading time. It's a really strange last day. Very unmomentous.
My time at Andover has been hard, but good. It's really the best placement that I could have, but it has been a really difficult transition. It is so hard to have a real job while still being at Bethel. I just want to talk to Bethel people and do Bethel things, but instead I talk to students and my fellow teachers all day. Both bridging my age. I sit in the gap with no one to really relate to. I guess that is also because the people that I work with hold such different morals from my own that in some ways it is difficult to connect with them.
The good news is that if I want a job at Andover, and if they have an opening, i'm pretty much assured a job here. The principal came and watched me and wrote me a stellar reference. He keeps encouraging me to be sure to apply to Andover if they have a job opening. He has been so helpful, telling me that he'd make a phone call or anything if I needed it in my job hunt.
It is almost MEA weekend. I'm headed up to my cabin with the fam. It will be good to be up there, but I'm sad that Wes won't be able to come along. I guess it is good for me in some ways because I am supposed to do as much of my education portfolio as possible during this weekend. That means I have hours and hours of work to do. I have to get at at least halfway done, if not completely done since I have been too busy so far to work on that.
My time at Andover has been hard, but good. It's really the best placement that I could have, but it has been a really difficult transition. It is so hard to have a real job while still being at Bethel. I just want to talk to Bethel people and do Bethel things, but instead I talk to students and my fellow teachers all day. Both bridging my age. I sit in the gap with no one to really relate to. I guess that is also because the people that I work with hold such different morals from my own that in some ways it is difficult to connect with them.
The good news is that if I want a job at Andover, and if they have an opening, i'm pretty much assured a job here. The principal came and watched me and wrote me a stellar reference. He keeps encouraging me to be sure to apply to Andover if they have a job opening. He has been so helpful, telling me that he'd make a phone call or anything if I needed it in my job hunt.
It is almost MEA weekend. I'm headed up to my cabin with the fam. It will be good to be up there, but I'm sad that Wes won't be able to come along. I guess it is good for me in some ways because I am supposed to do as much of my education portfolio as possible during this weekend. That means I have hours and hours of work to do. I have to get at at least halfway done, if not completely done since I have been too busy so far to work on that.