All of my life I’ve been a writer. A writer of poems, of book reports, and of thesis statements. The last five years of my life have been devoted to writing EU’s, EQ’s, and learning objectives, which has brought me to today, sitting in my friend’s living room, reflecting on my first few days in my classroom.
I’m a teacher. I probably should have prefaced that. I’m a sixth grade reading teacher, and this is my first year of my career. I love teaching; I really do, and although this blog will probably be filled with frustration and stress (when I actually remember to update), teaching is my passion in life. It’s how I saw myself in fifth grade when forced to envision my future; it’s what I knew was my destiny when I met the best teacher I’ve ever had. I’m a teacher, and I love it.
This blog will henceforth be devoted to my first year of teaching. It won’t always be pretty, but what in life is? I know that this is a work in progress. I know that this year will probably be my worst year of teaching (in the big scheme of things). I know that by this time next year, I will probably have changed everything that I had done this year, and that’s okay. Again: work in progress.
Bear with me, friends. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
s for sunshine.