So...chronicling my first year of teaching in blog format did not turn out so well, considering my last post was at the end of September. Why? Well, laziness is one reason. And lots of things happened I really didn't feel like reliving by writing them down. One of which is that right after my last post, I was mugged. And I didn't feel like writing about that. Which led to me just not writing anymore at all. But I kept at least a somewhat regular journal, even though it wasn't very detailed, so all of my crazy, hilarious (well, now they're hilarious...they weren't all at the time) stories will not be lost forever.
And now I am a second year teacher. For some reason it is really exciting to not have to say I'm a first year teacher anymore. It definitely comes with a feeling of much more credibility, and I think it makes parents take me a little more seriously. They know I survived one year at Urban Promise and willingly came back for more, so I must be tough and maybe even know what I'm doing.
I'm really happy to be teaching kindergarten again and have another shot with the curriculum. Once I sort of had my class under control last year, I started some things with literacy that worked well, but by then it was already late in the year. So it's exciting to start those things now and have all year to make it better.
I have only eight students and should be getting one more this week. They are a good group overall with some attitude problems, but nothing like that anger I had in last year's class. Things are really going well so far. But one thing I didn't expect was how much I'd miss my old class. Maybe it's because we went through so much together and somehow came out victorious. We were close. But four of them are still at the school, and I love the chance to see them everyday playing at After Care. I hope to find some ways to continue my relationships with them and some of the parents I grew close to.
I plan to blog once a week about my experiences, specifically about being a young, white teacher in an urban, Christian school. And maybe along the way I'll post some of my funnier (and more embarrassing) stories from last year.
And now I am a second year teacher. For some reason it is really exciting to not have to say I'm a first year teacher anymore. It definitely comes with a feeling of much more credibility, and I think it makes parents take me a little more seriously. They know I survived one year at Urban Promise and willingly came back for more, so I must be tough and maybe even know what I'm doing.
I'm really happy to be teaching kindergarten again and have another shot with the curriculum. Once I sort of had my class under control last year, I started some things with literacy that worked well, but by then it was already late in the year. So it's exciting to start those things now and have all year to make it better.
I have only eight students and should be getting one more this week. They are a good group overall with some attitude problems, but nothing like that anger I had in last year's class. Things are really going well so far. But one thing I didn't expect was how much I'd miss my old class. Maybe it's because we went through so much together and somehow came out victorious. We were close. But four of them are still at the school, and I love the chance to see them everyday playing at After Care. I hope to find some ways to continue my relationships with them and some of the parents I grew close to.
I plan to blog once a week about my experiences, specifically about being a young, white teacher in an urban, Christian school. And maybe along the way I'll post some of my funnier (and more embarrassing) stories from last year.
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