Well, that sums it up.

Yesterday was my last day of student teaching. I honestly will miss my students at Ramapo High School. I will miss all the banter and joking nature they brought. I love being sarcastic with them. I love that I got to joke around and be silly. It's just something I know I will miss. I know a few student in my 8th period will miss me since some proposed to me the day I left. (Gotta love high school boys!!!)

One strength I had in the classroom was my spirit. I have a natural way about teaching. I know how to be flexible and change up an assignment. I know how integrate different techniques and different attributes. I saw that every day with my regents classes. They aren't as skilled as the honors kids. Most of the regents students will probably have to take 10th grade English again. However, I think the regents kids benefitted from my flexible lesson planning.


One weakness in the classroom was my organization. I'm not the most organizational person in the world. I aspire to be organized. I have great intentions about being organized... but I worry that one day, I'll be that teacher with the classroom of papers everywhere and losing student's assignments. I don't want to be that way. I notice when things go crazy in my personal life, it affects my work life... in organization. When I get overwhelmed, it shows. And I don't want that to happen anymore. I just need to figure out how to be less unorganized and more... organized.


Student teaching taught me a lot about myself. I learned that I like it when people like me... and that's not possible for the whole world to like you. I learned that I love being at teacher. I would rather be with students than adults most of the time. I learned that all that work we all have done for the past 4 years (or more) to get this degree... that it will work out in the end. It's all worth the battle.

I hope to look back on this blog and say, "Wow. I grew up so much!" This was definitely a growing experience.

SICK WITH THE FLU

Just a short blog of frustration. Work is irritating me. I can't handle this job for long.... especially while sick.

I've been out for two days with the FLU! I hate being sick. But, something I have learned... even when you're sick, you have to do work. You have papers to grade and things to do online. You have to keep working. I had to go to work still with my 17 Chinese children. (!!!) I guess, I just hate being sick and miss those days when I could be fed soup and watch bad TV shows or Judge Judy all day until I felt better. I have to keep working.

This sucks!!!!!

One Week

ONE WEEK UNTIL WE ARE DONE, FOLKS! I am beyond excited. Plus, I just learned that I'm going to Florida for Christmas break! HOORAYYY! I haven't been home in a year. Such a great motivator to get stuff done!!!

Anyways, the bee situation is now over. Mrs. Matthew's is in one classroom for periods 1,4, and 5. For periods 7 and 8, we're in another classroom. For most of the time I've been here, the room has been infested with BEES. And well, I'm allergic to bees. So, the room has been in limbo for a bit while they clean out the bees. Well, today... they're finally gone! However, if you look up in the ceiling light, you can see their burial ground. Someone's going to want to clean that....

Anyways, with my honors class, we've been talking about A Separate Peace. If you don't know much about it, click here. Basically, it's a book about a boy named Gene searching for his identity... and in his search, he hurts one of his closest friends and his dreams. I had a great lesson during 7th period. I was completely blown away by how well it went! I got a great class discussion. I just loved EVERYTHING that happened today.

Now, period 5 is another story. They've made it known that they HATE me. They hate everything about me since the moment I walked in the classroom. I guess they'll be cheering in the streets when I leave. HAHA. But, I am glad for tough students who vocally show their disgust for me. It reminds me that no every student will love me and connect with me... that's the beauty about high school. It's beautiful to see young minds so enthused to use their own mind.

That sounds ridiculous.