I really dropped the ball on blogging this summer. My apologies, y’all. My creative juices have taken a hit since entering the “real world” of teaching and living alone, and I tend to pour whatever words I have into my actual writing. I’m almost 27,000 words into the rough draft of my fantasy novel–and those words have been hard fought for! On Saturday night I wrote over 600 words and that was a good day for me.
Anyway, school looms ahead. I go back to work on Thursday for professional development, and the kids come back on the 17th. On the one hand, I’m looking forward to not being home alone all the time. I enjoy teaching, and I love the kids. I’m especially glad to have seventh grade as my homeroom this year–especially since I had the same batch of kids last year for sixth grade. (I am, however, going to invest in one of those child leashes for our next field trip.)
At the same time, I’m a bit nervous. They’ve got me teaching the seniors this year. For context, I’m twenty-two years old and small enough that I routinely get mistaken for a high school student. And my sister is a senior this year. Luckily she’ll be taking her English online so I won’t have to teach her, but still. Teenagers can be gossipy. Add that to the fact that I’m teaching two home ec classes and my planning period has been moved from first hour to seventh and I’m a bit worried about how I’m going to make it.
But there is one blessing. I’m much less nervous than last year. Last year, I remember feeling very unprepared. Very alone. Very scared. I remember yelling at God, saying that I wasn’t ready to be a teacher and that He picked the wrong person for the job. But God knows what He’s doing, and He helped me get through last year. I know He’ll help me get through this year, too.
Very encouraging words. God does help us get through the thick and thin. Continue believing on him. I am The Jose Show on Twitter or X now. Have a blessed day.