Teaching is hard. I mean, it is truly quite difficult. I don't care how creative or innovative, or inspirational you are....along will come a kid that will test your resolve to teach.
And I'm not even a certified teacher yet. But dealing with Special needs children (or general ed. kids for that matter) takes dedication and a willingness to re-think approaches.
I guess this is what my big sis calls "trial by fire".
2011 seems to be the year of total immersion for me. As if the universe is saying, "Don't talk about it, be about it!"
Well, I'm trying to be about it Universe, for what it's worth...
And I'm learning daily...to slow down, and try again, and back off, and demand respect.
Work today makes me think about Mrs. Holbrook, the best English teacher of ALL TIME. ;o) I've loved my Irish mum since Sophomore English, but now that I'm in the 'field' I have even more respect for the way she got us to write, write, write, read, and then write some more. She was tiny, but demanding.
One of my favorite memories is when our class read '1984', and we created a totalitarian regime to rule us. Homie was everyone's surname while at school, and the thought police made offenders eat Hot Balls candy. A classmate even started a language (that never caught on). And I stood for the revolution, that of course wasn't televised.
She loved us, and we loved her. And she taught us well.
I need some of Homie Holbrook's grace right now.