Depression hurts, man.
Some days I just don’t want to…
Breathe deep and enjoy.
Evil Praxis test
Consuming all of my time
I want to sleep now
Booger cookies are
A very thoughtful gift, dear
I think I’ll pass.
After a long painful summer of no luck…
I finally made it as a teacher…
Kind of…
Their usual teacher just popped out her 3rd kid…
Hey, more power to ya…
I was a long-term substitute for 5th grad math…
But I have a BA in Literature…
And an MA in Teaching English as a Second Language…
What the heck do I know about 5th grade math?!
Surprisingly it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be…
The morning kids were wonderful…
Low energy, just like me…
The afternoon kids were naughty…
And so, so hyper…
But I loved their individual personalities…
And their general mischievousness…
So adorable…<3
I passed both Praxises
Yet I am so forgetful…
My brain has a fog.
This is such a depressing thing to see when you have studied for what essentially amounts to three months straight.
Sadly, I only have myself to blame considering I let my background check slip. Now I have to get in touch with people to have my work email unlocked.
It has been a long and winding road already…
No one at grad school said anything about additional certification…
The program was geared towards preparing student to teach adults, not kids.
Then again, when I asked the ‘teaching career’ guru if I should get certified in general education or special education…she said ‘no’.
Do yourself a favor, if you are going to specialize in ESL, special education, or any other area…go for additional certification in general education. There are more special education jobs than there are ESL (in my State, anyway) and there is WAY more general education jobs than there are both ESL and special education combined.
Get it while you are still in college!
It will open up three times as many doors for you!
Start in general education, get that experience, then work towards the subject or kinds of students you actually want to teach.
Get your foot in the door!
I was in a library at night.
It was just me and thirty-five adults and the occasional handful of kids.
China, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Brazil, Mexico, Columbia, Haiti, and more…
Different cultures, different educational backgrounds, different English language speaking abilities…
These were my students.
I taught them English, having to provide my students with different activities and materials in order to best work with their level of competence.
I taught them American culture not for the sake of seamless integration into America but so they would better understand the strange customs of their new home.
If they failed to secure a babysitter then I assigned a book report.
Advanced students helped lower students read and write a brief summary.
I supplied children with toys, drawing tools, and entertainment while we waited.
I did this for two years before going to grad school for TESOL…
No energy
Still rather depressed at times
Creativity.
My second classroom…
I taught Japanese studies.
I was twelve-years-old.
I had a whole classroom full of peers that hated me.
I was the ‘weird’ kid who was friends with all the teachers.
Many of my peers left my speech on Japan wanting to visit the country.
It was nerve wracking but wonderful.
Out of curiosity, since I know you had trouble logging into AO3, are you the commenter on my fics that just goes by 'a'? Because I know when I changed to a logged account I would sadly see your comments less
Yup. Real creative, I know. Now I'm even more 'creative' I named myself after my favorite Netflix show! LoveDeathRobots.
Uneven ceiling
Wall colors strange holes in beds
Stretch, ow, strengthen, ow