Hello all! It has been my week to blog for about a week now, so hopefully Angie will forgive me for cramping her space:) I'm totally new to blogging, so I've had extreme difficulty deciding what to write for you all to read! This is what you get....
I am the one and only third grade teacher at Pacific Northern Academy, and my class of 8 students keeps me busy all day and keeps me up all night. 8 students, you say? That sounds far too easy! Well, some days it is, and some days I want to pull my hair out. But I love them anyway. Being a teacher makes me think back to those days when I was a student in elementary and even middle school (I wasn't much of a student after that...). I thought of my teachers as these amazing people who knew everything, had every minute planned, and were, essentially, perfect. But now I know the truth....
In a recent before-school meeting, our pre-day discussion turned into a confession session. One teacher admitted to failing all math tests ever given her. Another confessed to cheating on a test and later being given an award for excellence on said test. I divulged that after a particularly trying semester in college, my roommates and I had a book burning. This meeting was super hilarious and reminded me that I do not have to be perfect to be a teacher. I just have to pretend really well.
This post scares me...I like teachers to be perfect and pretty much not all knowing. It's better to think of them as not humans. ;) Remember all our homework 'sharing' in 9th grade English? Perhaps this is the reason I will forever fail at English
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