Stessful Class

Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be a teacher. I would pretend with my stuffed animals and dolls that I was the teacher and I would dress up in my Moms high heals and put on a skirt. I would always watch my teachers during class to see how they would deal with certain situations. If a student had a question, how would they answer it? If a student would tell on another student, how would the teacher work with them and what would she have them do, or what would the punishment be? I was always watching. I would always want to help pass out papers, or help set up the room. I had a passion for being inside the classroom. I loved it. I knew that I wanted to be a teacher. The first class I signed up for in college was my Principles of Teaching class, I was so excited to start. I thought that it would just be a breeze. But I have found that my dream class, is not what I thought it would be. I am confused in what we are learning and the assignments we are given. I find myself always having questions. It is a fast pace for me. I'm starting to think if this is what teaching really is. Everything that I am being told about teaching, I never seem or heard of when I was observing in my classroom. I get very stressed and overwhelmed when I'm in my Principles of Teaching class. Yet, I still have a love for it. I am taking pictures of the assignment board, so I can see everything that is due that we are doing for the day, then I write down what was on the board. I am trying to keep up and do my best. I have talked with my professor, and I have asked questions. I know that I belong in a classroom, and I will do what it takes to have my dream job.

What a Change

Starting college is like going to a new world. The people are different, the classes are different, and the expectations are different. I'm not with the people that I have grown up with for the past thirteen years. I'm not with the teachers that inspired me to do my best and to always work hard. Now I am with a bunch of strangers it feels like. I am missing all of my teachers and my friends and all of the facility at my high school. Its true what they say; "you don't know what you have until its gone." I am trying so hard to keep up with all of my classes and understand the work that I'm meant to be doing but the stress of it all is starting to take its effect. I'm used to having a teacher explain everything to me; the assignment, the lesson, and the material. Now it is like you (the student) are expected to be your own teacher. You are expected to know things that you don't. The expectations are way higher and the stress is at its max. I hoping it will get easier and things will start making sense. College is nothing like I thought it would be. I hope I can hang in there. I guess I only have to keep telling my myself, "only four more years." Good luck to everyone who is starting college.