Trepidation
2007.
This year should be significant. For many reasons. January heralds the start of my student teaching. The PRAXIS II looms on the horizon this month and in March. I'll be submitting my resume to schools with openings in the spring. And of course, I'm down to my final two semesters before I graduate from Furman.
For such a big year, New Year's Eve & Day were quiet. Substitute-teaching for my Dad in Sunday School was the most strenuous thing I did on Sunday. Anna Kate and I were able to have some fun that night as we watched The Ring over a pizza dinner and shot some fireworks outside. The weather wasn't exactly cooperative, and neither were the lighters. And good grief, I'm tired of this 60-70 degree weather in winter. I can't read headlines in Denver without tearing up. Bring on Old Man Winter already!
For all the bustle and business I anticipated today being, it really wasn't too bad. I spent part of the day collecting some of the poems I plan on using for my unit in English II. The short stories and magazine article will be tougher; it appears that I'll need to resort to photocopies for them because Google can't find them anywhere. Loading the Christmas decorations back into the attic and closet was depressing as always, but at least it was easier with Mom's new tupperware boxes to store them in.
Wednesday through Friday, I'll be at Mauldin High. As to what I'll be doing, I have no earthly idea. Hopefully, this week (or what's left of it) will serve as a touch-base week, just to kind of reestablish my presence in the classes before I start to take over full time on the 17th. I've got an ED-50 seminar Thursday afternoon, and supposedly, a reflection due by 5 PM Saturday. Next week is the only week that I'll be at Furman exclusively this winter. My poor students take their exams. Hoo boy...
Next Saturday...it's PRAXIS II, part 1. Time to see how much I know about the field I plan to teach. Don't you just hate it when in the end, it falls to a standardized test score to determine if you're good enough to teach English?
After that, the real work begins.
I appreciate your prayers. This is a long, trying, and scary time for me. Only God knows how it's going to end up. But we'll soon see.
This year should be significant. For many reasons. January heralds the start of my student teaching. The PRAXIS II looms on the horizon this month and in March. I'll be submitting my resume to schools with openings in the spring. And of course, I'm down to my final two semesters before I graduate from Furman.
For such a big year, New Year's Eve & Day were quiet. Substitute-teaching for my Dad in Sunday School was the most strenuous thing I did on Sunday. Anna Kate and I were able to have some fun that night as we watched The Ring over a pizza dinner and shot some fireworks outside. The weather wasn't exactly cooperative, and neither were the lighters. And good grief, I'm tired of this 60-70 degree weather in winter. I can't read headlines in Denver without tearing up. Bring on Old Man Winter already!
For all the bustle and business I anticipated today being, it really wasn't too bad. I spent part of the day collecting some of the poems I plan on using for my unit in English II. The short stories and magazine article will be tougher; it appears that I'll need to resort to photocopies for them because Google can't find them anywhere. Loading the Christmas decorations back into the attic and closet was depressing as always, but at least it was easier with Mom's new tupperware boxes to store them in.
Wednesday through Friday, I'll be at Mauldin High. As to what I'll be doing, I have no earthly idea. Hopefully, this week (or what's left of it) will serve as a touch-base week, just to kind of reestablish my presence in the classes before I start to take over full time on the 17th. I've got an ED-50 seminar Thursday afternoon, and supposedly, a reflection due by 5 PM Saturday. Next week is the only week that I'll be at Furman exclusively this winter. My poor students take their exams. Hoo boy...
Next Saturday...it's PRAXIS II, part 1. Time to see how much I know about the field I plan to teach. Don't you just hate it when in the end, it falls to a standardized test score to determine if you're good enough to teach English?
After that, the real work begins.
I appreciate your prayers. This is a long, trying, and scary time for me. Only God knows how it's going to end up. But we'll soon see.
posted by david @ 2:40 PM
1 Comments:
At 6:36 PM,
Anna Kate said…
I am praying for you baby! My principal told me that college professors and and evaluators are hard on you during student teaching so that later the principals don't have to be :) Anyway, I'm seriously gonna quit telling horror stories, you'll do GRRRRREAT! Love you- AK
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