I'm somewhere where I don't know where I am
I thought November was going to be different this year. Instead of plunging into some kind of strange and bewildering mind space, I thought I was going to help others navigate theirs. I sure seemed that way for the past few weeks. My close ones are going through a generally terrible and exhausting time. Many turned to me for help which I offered gladly. But now things are catching up with me and I'm all awkward again.
The first semester of Teacher's College was alright. One of the most intense exercises I've ever done. It paid off: I got (so far) really good grades. On one of my exams my teacher sat me down to congratulate me for ten minutes. I had the highest grade of both her classes. I was surprised and relieved: it was a disastrously difficult exam and a lot of people did not get the 60% required to pass. The average was %68 but I managed a 90. I'm really relieved because that exam is worth 50% of the final mark and the rest of the work is group work and I don't expect more than a B+ for what we did.....It was one of the most useful classes of my semester. (Yes, there are a lot of "junk" classes.) I'm glad it's done though.
I just finished my first week of practicum and it went well. They are a bit of a challenge in terms of discipline but not that much. They are overly enthousiastic and that can be hard to manage. I don't want to break their enthousiasm by telling them to calm the fuck down, but I'm going to have to start to do so. They are really excited about what I am teaching them and they can't wait for Monday when the "real stuff" starts. I'm quite prepared for the long term, but not so much for the short term. It's getting easier. I'm glad I got to teach this week because I won't be a mess on Monday. We have a nice rythym going. The other stagiaires in my school (they are in the High School part) only have about two courses (whereas I have 4), and one of them didn't even start teaching yet. The school is brand new and they are having big problems trying to populate it. This translates into them only having between 4 to 12 pupils in their classes! I'm glad I have 20 in each, making the teaching experience much more realistic. I think they will have a shock in the next practicum.
It's funny, I planned on getting all my negative emotions out in this post, but managed to do the opposite by talking about my week...Teaching aside, I wish I could escape my life. Everything is giving me strife. I can't stand my roomates at all anymore. I came home to a filthy kitchen and bathroom. If they think I'm going to clean that up they're insane. I wasn't there all week. I don't even want to take my shower in there, it's so repulsive! Meanwhile Raph is not making any effort to spend time with me and that is really straining.
The first semester of Teacher's College was alright. One of the most intense exercises I've ever done. It paid off: I got (so far) really good grades. On one of my exams my teacher sat me down to congratulate me for ten minutes. I had the highest grade of both her classes. I was surprised and relieved: it was a disastrously difficult exam and a lot of people did not get the 60% required to pass. The average was %68 but I managed a 90. I'm really relieved because that exam is worth 50% of the final mark and the rest of the work is group work and I don't expect more than a B+ for what we did.....It was one of the most useful classes of my semester. (Yes, there are a lot of "junk" classes.) I'm glad it's done though.
I just finished my first week of practicum and it went well. They are a bit of a challenge in terms of discipline but not that much. They are overly enthousiastic and that can be hard to manage. I don't want to break their enthousiasm by telling them to calm the fuck down, but I'm going to have to start to do so. They are really excited about what I am teaching them and they can't wait for Monday when the "real stuff" starts. I'm quite prepared for the long term, but not so much for the short term. It's getting easier. I'm glad I got to teach this week because I won't be a mess on Monday. We have a nice rythym going. The other stagiaires in my school (they are in the High School part) only have about two courses (whereas I have 4), and one of them didn't even start teaching yet. The school is brand new and they are having big problems trying to populate it. This translates into them only having between 4 to 12 pupils in their classes! I'm glad I have 20 in each, making the teaching experience much more realistic. I think they will have a shock in the next practicum.
It's funny, I planned on getting all my negative emotions out in this post, but managed to do the opposite by talking about my week...Teaching aside, I wish I could escape my life. Everything is giving me strife. I can't stand my roomates at all anymore. I came home to a filthy kitchen and bathroom. If they think I'm going to clean that up they're insane. I wasn't there all week. I don't even want to take my shower in there, it's so repulsive! Meanwhile Raph is not making any effort to spend time with me and that is really straining.