Yesterday I was on cloud nine. I felt like I was finally making head way. After three successful days I thought I was actually going to get this teaching thing down before the panel comes in a few weeks and decides if I wasted the last 2 years of my life training to be a teacher, or if I deserve to teach our nation's children. (144 I am on my teaching experience)
Little Rosy even wrote me a lovely little note saying that I am going to be a good teacher (when I grow up, I added), and she will always smile when she thinks about me. Touching... the things kids say. It felt real good. I am not a teacher for the pay or because I need to feel powerful, but rather for notes like that. To know that I am, possibly, doing my job and making the world a better place for a few kids.
Then today. Urgh. Yes not Ugh, URRRGh. It might be the heat... or the fact that maybe I am too friendly with my students... But today of all days, the class was a mess. No one, not even the sweet ones, would sit and listen for more than five seconds (I might be exaggerating, but I am exasperated). To make it worst, today was the day I was assessed. Why can't my supervisors came in on days like any other day this week, when my plans were prefect and ready and the class had their "eye-balls on my"? I love my ten-years-olds.... but I am tired.
I don't want to be an old tart who drowns about her chosen profession. I am a teacher by chose and I know it. And I love them. The children inspire me.
I think now I know why abused women go back every time. Their love is addicting, even if it is frustrating. Tomorrow is Mass though. The idea usually makes me want to spit (to be politically correct, let's just say I am not catholic and I do not agree with some of the policies the school that I was placed at has...shiver). But it sounds nice to be able to sit back in morning (I sit in the pews so my students don't see that I don't take part). Then I will run the finally lap for the weekend.
Anyone has any plans? Remember, I am a licensed driver now.