I wanna be famous...
....not really. But I don't want to be forced to eat Mac N Cheese for the rest of my life because I'm too poor (though i LOVE spiral kind). A few months ago, I made the decision to quit my corporate job and go back to school. I want to become a 5th grade teacher in a low-income school. Welcome to my blog. Yes, I have to do this for class. But I'm also going to enjoy this. I love to write, and even if only my teacher reads this, I'll be enjoying it.
Sitting in my teaching class each week i get more and more excited. I really think this is what I was destined to do. I want kids to be excited about school. I want them to go to college, and really (as cliche as it sounds) want them to be all that they want to be. This can be achieved through school. I am looking forward to the challenge of the trouble students, and fostering the gifted students, and helping all students learn and strive to become better people.
Why 5th grade? I moved in 5th grade. I was unsure of myself, but knew I was starting to become a different person. I was a social butterfly (GASP, ME? SOCIAL?) and my parents were introverts. I had a teacher that encouraged me to be who I was, within limits of course, but to not let me be brought down by the conformities of my parents/school system/peers. I want to be able to encourage children to be who they ought to be, or even help them find themselves. If I could have one student each year "discover" themselves, I would call the year a success.
What am I scared of? Honestly, I am scared to be the teacher that everyone hates. The Mrs. Friedmanns, the Mayo B. Watsons (I know you loved him Nikki). I want to be firm, but conforming, I want to be a hard grader, but only because my students will rise to the challenges. I want to encourage my students to have a life outside of school, but to not lose focus on the importance of school. I want all students to feel comfortable in my classroom, and want to come to class. I want to teach for a long, long time. I want to give back. (This sure is a LOT of WANTS).
Enough for today... But here's something that will make you chuckle.
Yesterday, I fell off Knightly while mounting. He spooked, I was swinging my leg over, and he took off. Can you say whiplash? Or can you say, BROWNIES. (FRF has a rule: you fall off, you bake brownies)
Today, hunting down to the holy wall, set at a stout 3'6" and I'd be damned if I didn't see the biggest spot I've ever seen. My wonderful Phlash, honest as can be, left and jumped me loose. Then, Mr. Attitude came out, and he bucked. Surprise, I fell off. BROWNIES x 2. I'll be baking after class tonight....
TTFN... And so it begins...
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