The Sunshine State beckons
Well, my fellow Americans, I have found a job that I think I will love. I'll be teaching middle schoolers at a CSI school in Cape Coral, Florida (about 100 miles south of Tampa for anyone who wants an excuse to visit) and I'll hopefully be moving down there sometime in June. Wow, it was such a Providential situation. I'm still reeling from the whirlwind trip I took to the school last weekend, and I can barely get my mind around the fact that when I finish student teaching, I won't be unemployed. I will actually have a classroom waiting with my name by the door. The Lord has been really good in providing this opportunity; I would have never thought I would go to Florida to teach.
Student teaching itself is pretty good, especially since this first session is almost done. I'm so fed up with the little nagging irritations. For example, today I was introducing a short story by Guy de Maupassant ("The Necklace", "A Little Bit of String"), and I said his name G-ah-ee (like hey guys, come over here), and my cooperating teacher, who was piddling around in the front stopped me and said, "Actually, it's pronounced G-ee du M-ow-pow-san. It's not Guy. G-ee. I just thought you should know that." I really didn't know what to say in response. I had completely lost my train of thought, and I had been struggling to keep the class focused from the beginning (Grammar exercises will do that to a class). I just kind of nodded and tried to continue with the lesson. She does that a lot--stopping me while I'm talking to correct me. And sometimes it's good. For example, if I write a sentence on the board that's supposed to demonstrate a gerund and I actually write a progressive verb instead (eg. "He was running quickly" instead of "He liked running quickly"); I appreciate the correction because I don't want to confuse the students. However, G-ee instead of Guy? I mean, does it really matter? *sigh* I just feel like she cuts my feet right out from under me all the time. Anyway. Two more days with her and then I'm finished, and I'm off to a new classroom. It should be interesting.
Well, I'm looking forward to seeing everyone next week at seminars. We'll have to share horror stories! Best of luck finishing up these next few days.
Student teaching itself is pretty good, especially since this first session is almost done. I'm so fed up with the little nagging irritations. For example, today I was introducing a short story by Guy de Maupassant ("The Necklace", "A Little Bit of String"), and I said his name G-ah-ee (like hey guys, come over here), and my cooperating teacher, who was piddling around in the front stopped me and said, "Actually, it's pronounced G-ee du M-ow-pow-san. It's not Guy. G-ee. I just thought you should know that." I really didn't know what to say in response. I had completely lost my train of thought, and I had been struggling to keep the class focused from the beginning (Grammar exercises will do that to a class). I just kind of nodded and tried to continue with the lesson. She does that a lot--stopping me while I'm talking to correct me. And sometimes it's good. For example, if I write a sentence on the board that's supposed to demonstrate a gerund and I actually write a progressive verb instead (eg. "He was running quickly" instead of "He liked running quickly"); I appreciate the correction because I don't want to confuse the students. However, G-ee instead of Guy? I mean, does it really matter? *sigh* I just feel like she cuts my feet right out from under me all the time. Anyway. Two more days with her and then I'm finished, and I'm off to a new classroom. It should be interesting.
Well, I'm looking forward to seeing everyone next week at seminars. We'll have to share horror stories! Best of luck finishing up these next few days.
posted by Liz at 2:49 PM
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