The end of the semester is insight! This leads to both a joyous and terrifying feeling (as every college student can relate to).
Finals are next week, which means this week is equivalent to hell. I have two projects due, but other than that it’s small assignments with readings attached. The finals themselves aren’t appearing to be overly scary yet. But we’ll see once I find out more about them.
Part of me loves the end of the school year. It means that summer is nearly here and I can take a break from forced readings and assignments. It means I will have more me-time. It means I can stay up later at night and not regret the decision instantly the next morning. However, part of me dislikes the end of the school year. I love to learn-that’s why I’m becoming a teacher. You’re constantly problem solving and learning new things. I also love the social interaction of school. I live with three wonderful ladies, and I know May 8th will be my last day doing that. I also have loads of packing I have to do. Some will go into the storage facility Trevor and I are renting for the summer, but most will journey back to Green Bay with me. The end of the school year always brings a seemingly endless to do list.
I’m definitely a list maker. Trevor got me hooked on an iPhone app called “Wunderlist.” If you’re a list maker, I highly suggest this app. You can create tons of different task lists. You can share lists with other app users, and assign them tasks. Trevor probably hates that I discovered this feature. However, it eases my wedding planning stress by assigning things to him. The app has been oh so helpful with my end of the school year lists as well. Take a look here to use the online version!
I am currently studying Early Childhood Education. This means I will be certified to teach and care for newborns through 3rd graders. Starting last Thursday, I have been visiting an elementary school not far from where I attend college. There, I have been conducting observations and interactions to get a better grasp on life as an ELL-teacher. For those of you who don’t know what that means, I am going into a classroom and seeing how a teacher conducts her classroom which is made up primarily of English language learners/English as a second language learners.
This is not an experience I have been a part of before, so I was quite excited to have this opportunity; even though it was a requirement for one of my required classes.
Being in this classroom has reminded me of why I want to be a teacher. Sometimes those kids are complete stinkers. But the look of awe on their face when they master a skill or concept, is worth every ounce of annoyance.
The first day I was in the classroom, I was sitting toward the back of their circle as they worked on math. Two little girls came right up to me and told me their names and asked what mine was. They struggled with how to pronounce it, but got pretty close! From that moment, my slight nerves were eased.
While my graduation is another three semesters away, I am excited for the journeys and experiences I will have before then. Within that time, I will do another 10 hours in an ELL classroom, 15 hours in a special education classroom, my practicum (which I believe is 60 hours+), and I will student teach. It’s crazy to think of all the children I will come into contact with just in my time of learning how to become a teacher.
These past few days in the classroom have been exactly what I needed. A glimpse at my future.