News from Placement

So tired.

I just finished writing a lesson on maps. Thank God that's the only lesson I have to teach tomorrow. My brain is absolute mush. And watching Derek flipping out at random white women on Grey's did not help. I don't know why I watch that show anymore... It's not particularly funny anymore, this episode was more drama than it was surgery, they're no longer focussing on characters I find interesting, they're fiddling with the same old triangles and it's boring me.

Sorry, I just remembered why I watch Grey's. Reading requires thinking and I'm incapable of thinking at the end of the day.

In ironic news:

I was supposed to bring a helmet for DJ the EA. She was going skating and policy states that the kids must wear helmets. The teachers, by extension, must wear them to be good examples. Turns out my dad pitched our helmets. No head protection for DJ. That turned out not to be the problem. She did fall but she didn't hurt her head. She broke her wrist. So now she's out for a couple of weeks. I miss her already. Seriously. We were at a point where we could smirk a certain way and one of us would know what it meant and start laughing. I made her a card today and drew her as a super hero. Yes, it was that kind of day.

Tomorrow I pick up a geography assignment I set. I'm kind of excited to see what the kids wrote. I have a feeling reading them will lift my spirits enough to get me through another few days.

It's amazing to me how many things about teaching just... bug the crap out of me. But then, even when you put them all together into one big ball of annoying, frustrating, loud crap, being able to interact with the kids is still a positive enough experience to push the ball away. I got three really great compliments today from my students. Even if they hadn't said/done anything, just the fact that they're willing to joke around and participate in class means something to me.

Talk about a David versus Goliath situation. The reasons I don't think I could teach keep mounting, but the students keep fighting them back.

Perhaps I'm simply a glutton for punishment... and cookies. Definitely for cookies.

Lauren.