I’m Not Used To This New Life

It was my idea after all. I wanted this. But I’ll admit it. 

I’m not used to this new life.

I get up at 4 AM, make my breakfast, sort out my things, put my hair up in a bun and get dressed in my uniform. By 6:30 AM, I am waiting for the bus to take me to one of  the biggest public schools in my city. Upon arrival, I line up with the rest of the teachers, and after the morning assembly, I make my way to the faculty passing by my classrooms where I spend teaching hours, encouraging Grade 8 kids, helping them make alien connections in the English language, helping them establish relationships with verbs and clauses, seeing my strategies fly to see my classroom management techniques become rewarding. 

I’ve started teaching kids, and I can see how they are doing. I’m coping as well, I am readjusting with how to modify my learning targets and my supervisor can tell that I am still adjusting and getting to know my kids. I did admit to my supervisor that I’m still nervous every time I stand in front. She told me that it’s all part of the teaching experience. Even veteran teachers are nervous when supervisors sit at the back of the class and observe. 

I’ve had the odd day and the best days. 

There are a lot of stories in my kids’ eyes. 

But I’m glad to be their teacher.

(So now you know where I’ve been.)