I'll admit, it took me a while to get used to being a student again. Luckily, the program I'm in has a lot of
Somewhere along the way, I realized I was enjoying the process. My partner for elementary student teaching is a kid - literally, fresh out of high school. Nice guy, a little quiet and tentative, but he puts forth a good effort. Strange having someone young enough to be my own child as a partner, and I'm sure it was weird for him too at first, but in the end, we had a good time and worked well together.
For middle school teaching, I was partnered with another mom-returns-to-school. She's working on her math degree at the same time, and her content knowledge is a little behind mine, but she's a whiz bang at power points and other classroom technologies where I'm lacking. Perfect match up.
So this week we had final presentations for each of those classes. They were fun and went well, and now... they're over. I'm signed up for the next round of classes. Next week, I have a final exam in my math class, and then it's time for a long break before the spring term.
As we wrapped up the teaching classes this week, I was almost sad they were ending. But when we all compared notes to see what we were taking next semester, most of us will be continuing on together, so that was comforting.
Now, one more week - all these deadlines are being checked off and I find myself with some room to breathe for a while. It's like that last part of a race where you can see the finish line and get this sudden surge of energy...
Except, it's not... not really.
It's more like when you're cleaning the bathroom and you're putting all the cleaning supplies away and then you notice the grime in the shower tiles that just need a bit of scrubbing, but you just say, "Ah, screw it".
But I'll get there. THEN, I will kick my shoes off.
For Mama Kat's prompt:
Though not really a "problem" - still a tackling.