Since I have a semester left of teaching, I thought I’d document some confessions over the next few months, along with some memories and moments from teaching.
There were periods in the fall after daylight savings when I never saw sunlight during the week.
Backwards planning has transferred into my everyday life.
I only had 5 weeks of training before entering the classroom and the training was in Los Angeles.
99% of the time, I do not take things personally. My first year 1% of the time I did not take things personally. Learning curve.
My closet’s bookcase is a science library. I currently own all workbooks, textbooks, and binders full of curriculum about Anatomy and Physiology.
I would rather students groan and ask questions about assignments, than think it was easy and fun, even if it makes my day “harder”.
I have a student who brings me cookies or ice cream if she is late on Fridays. She is still marked tardy, but I get dessert.
Booboo is slang for pooh. “I couldn’t stay in the bathroom. Smells like booboo.”
Pardon my french, but shit got real over the past three years.
I loved every minute of entering a real classroom, sitting, and learning this past Saturday. I never appreciated it until I was the one performing in front every day.