...no, it's not marry poppins. it's the first day of school...or rather teaching, i should say. my student teaching experience officially began two weeks ago (10 days of class thus far). i was overly excited, nervous, anxious and scared for the first day, but i still had to get my "first day of school" photo. for as long as i can remember, on the first day of school my brothers and i would have to stand on the front porch steps so mom could take our picture. i thought i was over that, but chad was all eager to take my "first day of school" photo too. he had a similar tradition growing up so there wasnt' the slightest chance of me sneaking out the door without my picture getting taken. so there i am, not marry poppins--although my attire for the day somewhat resembles her (all i need is the umbrella), super excited for the first day of school!
student teaching is not what i expected; although i'm not exactly sure what i had in mind. i think i had this image of what i perceived my teacher to be when i was in the second grade; what she did, how she talked to us, the work we did, her expectations...but everything seemed so easy. it's not! there's no question. i'm emotionally and physically exhausted at the end of every day. then i think about what i did for the day and i probably shouldn't be tired; however, my 18 little, happy-go-lucky, nose-picking, glue everwhere, spilled milk, tangly hair, missing two front teeth, rowdy boy, princess girl, adding, abc-ing, tattling, singing, untied muddy shoelace, 7 year olds (second graders) have sucked all the life out of me. i absolutely love every minute of it...and i am in love with all 18 of my kids. even the nose-picker.
more to come on my student teaching experiences later!
