-I did not write this passage myself, however, having just completed my first two weeks of prac, I feel this sums up everything am feeling towards my chosen profession perfectly. I cannot wait to get out there into the real world and have a classroom of my own to run. As terrifying, exhausting, challenging, and difficult it may be at times…it seems like one of the most worthwhile things I will ever do with my time. And honestly, I can’t wait to begin.
It’s the most wonderful thing. It’s the most exhausting, stressful, beautiful thing. One minute you’ll be laughing your head off at one of your magnificently witty students, the next minute crying in your office because you’re so overwhelmed by it all. It will have you running around like a crazy person one moment, then, well… I guess that never really stops. Some days, teaching will make you so tired that the two flights of stairs you have to walk up to reach your bedroom will seem like Everest, so you’ll just sit and stare at them until you can fake enough energy to reach the top. There are times you want to find the geniuses who decide that 6-year-olds HAVE TO spend 2 hours on the computer during instructional time each week preparing for standardized testing, and you will want to say very, very unkind things to these people. Other times you’re so just pleased to have the honor of helping young people see and reach their potential that you don’t even care what those geniuses have to say.
One thing is certain: No matter how physically/mentally/emotionally exhausted I am, I will never grow tired of watching my student’s faces light up when they understand something for the first time… when they realize I’m on their side…. when they learn that it’s okay to make mistakes… when they read (or listen to) a book that they love… when they come to see learning as the beautiful gift that it is.