School's Out for the Summer..
Today was the last day of school, i will go back on tuesday to clean out my classroom. and probally a little this weekend! Anwayz, i had mixed feelings as we said good bye to my 8th graders and my 7th graders awkwardly said good bye to me. I felt sad. My mentor teacher asked me if i regreted coming to this school for 5 months. I said no. It was God's timing at excatly the right time for me and for the school. What i learned here is irriplacable. My experaince was wonderful and it left me with a deeper passion for teaching. The only thing i regret is that i am unable to get a job for some reason. I don't understand i am doing everything "right". I send cover letters and resumes, i do follow up contact with schools, i fill out countless applicaitons. I have no idea what i am supposed to be doing. I be-grudling fill out applications for schools and jobs i do not even want, but nothing comes of it.
My heart is with this school, i am sad to leave. As i reflected over the last couple of months i realized how much i had grown as a teacher and as a person. I learned to make friends in new places, i learned how to manage a classroom and the importance of routine. i learned how to work with my co-workers and i learned how to be organzied. I struggled through the tears, the parents, the studnets who won't turn in work. but i rejoiced in the letters of thanks, the pictures colored with love, and the paintings that i recived. I rejioced in teaching something i am passionate about and being told that i helped a child 'love art!' It was worth five months just for that. God has a plan. I am confidant in his ability to get me where i need to be, so I will press on, leaving my life in his hands. Soli Deo Gloria-- To God Alone be the GLory!
My heart is with this school, i am sad to leave. As i reflected over the last couple of months i realized how much i had grown as a teacher and as a person. I learned to make friends in new places, i learned how to manage a classroom and the importance of routine. i learned how to work with my co-workers and i learned how to be organzied. I struggled through the tears, the parents, the studnets who won't turn in work. but i rejoiced in the letters of thanks, the pictures colored with love, and the paintings that i recived. I rejioced in teaching something i am passionate about and being told that i helped a child 'love art!' It was worth five months just for that. God has a plan. I am confidant in his ability to get me where i need to be, so I will press on, leaving my life in his hands. Soli Deo Gloria-- To God Alone be the GLory!