I survived my first week of student teaching! I’m in 3rd
grade special education at Lee’s Corner Elementary. It’s been so much fun. The
teacher I’m assigned too is amazing, and the staff has been so welcoming. They
put up with me asking “what’s that?” every 10 minutes and constantly getting
lost in the school.
Now this is
not the special education where I am chasing students with Autism or getting
bitten. I know some of you are thinking that’s what I’m doing. Although I do go
down to those classrooms and see if they need help. I love being in those
rooms. At Lees Corner I am in the general classroom helping students, or
pulling them out of for extra help in certain subject areas. I bounce between
three classes, so that is three classes of names to remember, about 85
students!
This is the last semester of school for me. I will be able
to graduate in December and FINALLY say I have a BS… Yes, graduate school has
crossed my mind, but one hurtle at a time.
Troy is back at Herndon Elementary for the third year. Only
this year he has moved up to second grade. I joke with him that he passed first
grade. He has stayed with this group of kids since Kindergarten, he’s enjoyed
watching them grow and working with a new group of teachers every year.
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| First Day! |
While I am
loving the experience, it’s been a HUGE change. I’m not crazy about change. In
fact, generally, I avoid it when possible. I’m in a school building all day… With
adults... In real clothes… Gone are days of wearing whatever I feel like
wearing. And yes, sleeping in. I wake up at 6:30am, every day. Blech.
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| Went and got a new hair cut for school |
Dad will be home, for the most part, with Gwen. Which is
another big change. I don’t like not being the one to make sure he is home safe
during a storm. Or randomly taking him out to buy peanut M&Ms.
Kelli is at day care every day. She loves it. She loves
being with the other children. Although she does not like being woke at 7:30am.
She usually glares at me and turns around hoping I will go away.
This is a great experience that I want for her. It’s just
hard being away from her all day, every day. I’m no longer her primary
caregiver, I’m not the one there when she trips or learns something new. She no
longer gets to see her best friend almost every day. And being able to
get all my errands, (and laundry!) done during the day.
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| BFF |
There has already been days I haven’t seen her. I wake her
up, leave, and get home after she has gone to bed. And it makes me sad. Yes, I
have cried over this.
But we have bitten the bullet. All three of us are adjusting
and trying, to get into the routine of things. We have pressed forward with the
change that I have been avoiding.
There is no turning back!
