The other night I put up a big stink because we ended up going to Wendy's for dinner instead of Chuck o Rama. Now in my defense, I was promised Chuck o Rama, and I'd been looking forward to it all evening...but it was still kind of a dumb thing to make a big deal about. After all, I got a spicy chicken sandwich and a frosty.
I'm amazed by the kind of mindset I get into living here in the states. It's sort of a "I can, so I should." But shouldn't it be a "just because I can, doesn't mean I should"? I have so many things at my fingertips here and I should just be grateful for whatever I get. After all, in a few weeks I'll be back in China where I may or may not have hot water to shower with.
Sometimes I catch myself complaining about "first world problems." Things like: running out of room on my ipod, the phone charger being out of arm's reach, or thinking there's nothing to eat in the house (when really there's a fully stocked fridge and food storage in the basement). As I prepare to go back to China soon, I'm trying to change my perspective on these things. In China I won't have a fridge, or food storage. I won't even have a mattress. So I think it's time to be grateful that I have an ipod, a phone, and wonderful parents who are willing to take me out to eat.
So thanks, Dad, for taking us out to Wendy's. One of these days Soren and I will take you and mom to Chuck o Rama--our treat.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Student Teaching
It's about time I finally got around to this blog post.
This past semester has been a crazy ride. Not two days after getting home from my honeymoon, I embarked on my student teaching journey. The course of all courses, the true test, the fate decider. From the moment I truly became an education major, I couldn't wait for student teaching. Talking about teaching only does so much good. Only through teaching do you know whether or not you can really be a teacher. With that in mind, my first day I walked with baited breath through the doors of Brockbank Jr. High. Would I be successful? Would I fail? Would I be mauled by ninth graders? I had no idea.
The first week was all preparation and it flew by. Before I knew it I was standing in front of a group of students, lecturing them on classroom procedures. As it turns out, Jr. High kids aren't so scary, not when they know who's in charge (and that was me). I grew to love my classes. I taught English, Theatre, and Improv. I was also privileged to assistant direct Brockbank's production of High School Musical Jr. That, in and of itself, was a rewarding experience. I never thought in a million years that I'd be choreographing an entire musical...but I didn't do half bad. In fact, I think the kids looked pretty darn good up there.
I loved my student teaching and I passed all evaluations with flying colors. The worst thing about the whole situation is how much I miss my students.
Not only was I blessed to have amazing students, I also had amazing cooperating teachers. I worked with Diana Parker (yes, Parker and Barker--it got very confusing) on Theatre, Improv, and the musical and I worked with Traci England (who I'm actually related to) on English. The picture below is of me and Diana after the musical.
The next step: get a real teaching job (Eek!)
This past semester has been a crazy ride. Not two days after getting home from my honeymoon, I embarked on my student teaching journey. The course of all courses, the true test, the fate decider. From the moment I truly became an education major, I couldn't wait for student teaching. Talking about teaching only does so much good. Only through teaching do you know whether or not you can really be a teacher. With that in mind, my first day I walked with baited breath through the doors of Brockbank Jr. High. Would I be successful? Would I fail? Would I be mauled by ninth graders? I had no idea.
The first week was all preparation and it flew by. Before I knew it I was standing in front of a group of students, lecturing them on classroom procedures. As it turns out, Jr. High kids aren't so scary, not when they know who's in charge (and that was me). I grew to love my classes. I taught English, Theatre, and Improv. I was also privileged to assistant direct Brockbank's production of High School Musical Jr. That, in and of itself, was a rewarding experience. I never thought in a million years that I'd be choreographing an entire musical...but I didn't do half bad. In fact, I think the kids looked pretty darn good up there.
I loved my student teaching and I passed all evaluations with flying colors. The worst thing about the whole situation is how much I miss my students.
Not only was I blessed to have amazing students, I also had amazing cooperating teachers. I worked with Diana Parker (yes, Parker and Barker--it got very confusing) on Theatre, Improv, and the musical and I worked with Traci England (who I'm actually related to) on English. The picture below is of me and Diana after the musical.
The next step: get a real teaching job (Eek!)
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