Confessions of a graduate student

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It’s been a while since I have wanted to look at this website. I actually really like the interface and some of my posts, but really I did not want to write for a long time. With my newly appointed title as a recent graduate for my teaching credential and MA in Technology Education, I feel a weird sense of pressurized freedom. What does that mean? Here are a few of my takeaways from being a full time worker, student, mama and wife.

  1. It’s gonna suck. I’m telling it straight. You will miss birthday parties, beach trips, late nights out, that new drama everyone is raving about on TV, your sanity, sense of freedom. All to say it will be worth it in the end. The time will pass and you will be proud of the work you did to lay a path forward.
  2.  I love the saying, if it was easy, everyone would do it. This is not for the faint of heart. You will need everyone’s support to get you through not only finishing school, but also having a family and some friends who survive it with you. And not the people who say, give up, I didn’t go to college. Stay away from those people, they knew it was hard and they didn’t dare.
  3. Life after school will seem foggy. You may want to spend days scrolling through all social media, like a lot, because you have missed it for years. You find distractions in reading books you don’t even like, but you have time now. You might watch dumb shows that waste mindless hours of your life just because you can. Do it, you earned it!
  4. Teaching yourself to be a real human without the excuse of school may take some time. In the back of my mind I always feel like I have a looming assignment to do or a due date that needs attention. I’m not yet sure if this is a good anxiety or one I should cure with a glass of wine. I know I need to tune into relationships that can be nurtured and grown because I have time and a mental capacity at this point. It hasn’t been easy and I find myself looking around at functions that I should be enjoying simply because I have been so focused on the finish line that I didn’t spend time on much else.

I started late in the game. I started my BA in 2013 and pushed through to attain what I needed to become a teacher. I changed careers late in my life and I will never look back, but it is a balance between all the plates we have to juggle.

As I write this, I spent the last hour reading to my kids, something I missed dearly when I was at school or studying. The simple pleasure of having unadulterated time to ourselves, selfishly stealing every word. I am glad it is over and I graduated, but so very thankful for every hand that guided me and at times dragged me along.

What are you waiting for? Don’t take the easy road—

 

 

Point of View

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My POV

Driving into work today I had to mentally prepare myself for the questions I would be asked by six and seven year olds. I had to rehearse answers to their questions. I had to replay in my mind what I would say during our time of prayer. Today my point of view was very different.

What was my POV? A sad, brokenhearted teacher that had to explain to 24 little hearts why a man would decide to take the lives of so many innocent people. The teacher who wanted to avoid all the hard conversations, but know that speaking the truth was right. The teacher who was petrified of a world that these sweet children have to grow up in.

I spoke the truth. I told them that there is evil in our world and that some people are so evil that they want to hurt others. No one asked another question. They were satisfied with this truth. Their truth.

I will not let this affect my LIFE point of view. That glorious picture is what I get to see every day right before I step foot into my classroom. My classroom that speaks truth. That holds tight to faith and that in the midst of all this yuck still has HOPE.

Give someone a big hug today, share something personal today, linger a little longer in the coffee shop today. We all need our point of view to be glorious and filled with hope. We need teachers more than ever who are willing speak truth. We can-

 

Second Year Bliss

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I have been encouraged to document all the happenings that take place in my classroom starting this school year. I was overwhelmed by that idea. Where would I find the time? Well, I have been doing much of this documentation in the form of photos, Instagram posts and Facebook blurbs.

So here I am starting a blog to document what life as a second year teacher is like. Also what it looks like in a first grade classroom.

I learned a lot in my first year teaching. I have been in the school environment since 2013 in different ways. I was a one-on-one aid for a special needs little girl, I was a classroom aid for middle school special education and resource and I was also a substitute teacher for a year. This was great preparation for my first year as a full-time first grade teacher, but holding down your own class is a lesson in strategic planning.

I plan to use this blog for inspiring teachers who are wide-eyed and as excited as I was entering the world of teaching to never lose that JOY. The first year may test you, put you to the fire, but YOU are NOT alone.

We are here for you, we are the teachers who are rooting for you to succeed at this wild career. We will not judge you if you used permanent stamp pads to make fingerprint art (yep I did).  When you have no clue what an acronym is but you used it twice and had to google it later. We will ask you to go for a walk when we know your head has not peaked out of your door for the last two days (or 5). A do not think for one moment we will tell you to stop buying school supplies or books because life is too short and nobody dies with their Amazon account history 🙂

Carry on newbies and do not look back–

Tal