My second year of teaching has officially begun. I’ve just woken up from an hour-long nap (except that I don’t think I actually slept, my sister is over and she never stopped making noise). My brain is fried. But no one died or threw up in class today, so that means that today was a good day.
Teaching is something I never thought I’d do with my life. First off, I’m an introvert. Spending eight hours a day teaching almost seventy kids with five different English classes and two home ec classes is very draining, and I don’t have the social energy left at the end of the day to pursue things like friendships. I have a hard enough time taking care of my house and keeping myself fed. Trying to manage my time well enough to teach everything I need to cover, while simultaneously disciplining the unruly students and encouraging the quiet ones and helping everyone who needs it, pulls me in a lot of directions. And that doesn’t even cover lesson planning and grading.
But as difficult as teaching is, there are a lot of things I enjoy about it. First off, the kids say the most hilarious things. On the second day of school, two girls were sitting next to each other while waiting for an assembly to start. The first girl asked the second girl if she knew Concentration (a game played by clapping and saying words). The second girl paused for a moment, and then said, “Like the camp?”
Well, my sister just got back from picking up pizza and we’re going to finish watching The Lorax. Plus I’m tired. Bye!