School has been overwhelming, successful, time consuming, difficult, eye opening, beneficial, and most importantly….life changing.
Friday was my last “official day” before Thanksgiving Break. The crazy part is that I have been looking forward for a break from school for so long, and then I was extremely busy with my classes that I thought I still had another week before break. That makes this break even better. During this next week I want to spend time with my family. I want to take my nieces and nephews out for one on one time with me. I want to watch the movie The Help with my mom and my sister. I have a brand new canvas sitting in my room mocking me…it has been doing this for about 2 months now…I am going to paint. I want to become “caught up” on all of my readings and other assignments. I want to sit in my house with a cup of tea with raspberry honey from Colorado and read a book. I want to go to a few hot yoga classes with my roommate. I want to sleep in. And then I want to get up early. I want to go through my closet and cleanse my stuff. I want to make big payments and get my financials in order even more than they are currently. I want to still go in to my 2nd grade class and teach on my “day off.”
It amazes me how quick this semester has gone by. Before classes started I was worried about getting up early and being prepped and ready to teach 4 mornings a week from 8am to 11am. And now I am complaining that I only have 3 weeks left in the class. I don’t want to say good bye to my students. I have become extremely comfortable with them. I listen to their stories, to their problems, to their goals, to anything they want to tell me. We read together, we write creative wonderful stories together, they see me…smile…and give me a hug. They are always sad when I leave on Wednesday’s because we won’t see each other until Friday. (I have a class on campus on Thursday) My cooperating teacher has become one of my friends. We text on the weekends and during the evenings. She has given me an awesome book to help me while writing lesson plans. She knows about my life. She is interested in my future. And she wants me to try and get a job in the school once I graduate. One of the students told me, “I think you should be our 3rd grade teacher here, so then we can see you again next year, and then we can be your first real students!” How adorable are 7 year olds? The days that I am tired or having a difficult time…I walk into the classroom and they are able to sense it. Those days they are sweet and caring, they ask me about my day, they want to sit right next to me and hold my hand when we are walking in the hall.
I know that my student loans are outrageous I realize this. I know that I could have applied for the education program when I was in my first 4 years of college, but would I have truly loved it then? Would I have worked as hard in my courses as I do now? Was I ready for that experience when I was only 20 years old? I don’t think I would have. I think I would have just passed my classes to be done with them. I don’t think I would have been comfortable up in front of 25 students teaching. I wouldn’t have felt like it was the right choice. But right now at this moment I know that it was.
Going back to school was the perfect push I needed to make my life better. Looking into the future is similar to dreaming for me, but instead of just imagining the “what it could be like” I am able to say, “I am going to have my own classroom. I am going to become an elementary teacher in this area. I am going to love my students. I am going to make this happen soon.”
I understand that it is going to be a lot of work. And at moments it will be very difficult, but after being in the classroom (even for just 3 hours 4 days a week) the good moments, no the wonderful moments out number those difficult times. I am ready for all those exciting moments ahead. I am ready to have an apple on my desk and my students at their desks.
Time to teach! 🙂