I spent today and Monday in a kindergarten classroom observing for my Intro to Education class. Monday was awesome. Today was wild.
Maybe I'm just starting to get a little worn out from the week, but was it just me or did the kids take a few crazy pills before class? I think it was the latter. Regardless, I always love spending time in the classroom.
Every time I go I am reminded of why I am putting myself through so much stress, so much blood, sweat, and tears here in college. As a teacher, one has more influence than, I think, anyone could ever imagine.
Today was the fourth day I observed in this same classroom, the first two days were way back in September. The funny thing: all the kids still remembered me! I know its probably just the fact that I am a visitor, and its a change for them, but they all asked me for help and wanted me to sit by them during class and it just felt really special. I thought at first that this was something that would fade in time, but the kids do the same to their classroom teacher. They all want her approval and love. What an opportunity to change a life!
Its funny though, being in a kindergarten classroom. I am observing in the same school that I attended as a kid, and it seems so much smaller now. I remember kindergarten vividly. It was so scary and all the other kids were bigger than me and scary, and the hallways were so long and scary, and if the teacher ever called on me I got scared.... and I missed my mom.
Yeah, I was one of those kids. I was so small, and so so shy. I don't know what happened to me!
Anyways, I realize now, looking back, that it wasn't that scary and things I thought were a big deal really weren't. It really puts some perspective on things. I know that ten or fifteen years from now I'll look back and say, "you know, that twenty page paper for your C.S. Lewis class was not that big of a deal and it was really not that scary."
Speaking of which, I think I should probably go work on that a little more.
Maybe I'm just starting to get a little worn out from the week, but was it just me or did the kids take a few crazy pills before class? I think it was the latter. Regardless, I always love spending time in the classroom.
Every time I go I am reminded of why I am putting myself through so much stress, so much blood, sweat, and tears here in college. As a teacher, one has more influence than, I think, anyone could ever imagine.Today was the fourth day I observed in this same classroom, the first two days were way back in September. The funny thing: all the kids still remembered me! I know its probably just the fact that I am a visitor, and its a change for them, but they all asked me for help and wanted me to sit by them during class and it just felt really special. I thought at first that this was something that would fade in time, but the kids do the same to their classroom teacher. They all want her approval and love. What an opportunity to change a life!
Its funny though, being in a kindergarten classroom. I am observing in the same school that I attended as a kid, and it seems so much smaller now. I remember kindergarten vividly. It was so scary and all the other kids were bigger than me and scary, and the hallways were so long and scary, and if the teacher ever called on me I got scared.... and I missed my mom.
Yeah, I was one of those kids. I was so small, and so so shy. I don't know what happened to me!
Anyways, I realize now, looking back, that it wasn't that scary and things I thought were a big deal really weren't. It really puts some perspective on things. I know that ten or fifteen years from now I'll look back and say, "you know, that twenty page paper for your C.S. Lewis class was not that big of a deal and it was really not that scary."
Speaking of which, I think I should probably go work on that a little more.
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