Yesterday I saw my classroom for the first time. It's gigantic. Like bigger than my apartment, (which is teeny but totally beside the point.) The problem was, the intern that I'm replacing had to open it up to show it to me. Now we're two adults in the intern program, and I didn't think that it would be a problem.
Then she opened up to me...
There was one job opening, and two interns. Someone was bound to be disappointed, but this poor girl seemed really unhappy. The job had just been given to the other intern. Her reaction made me reflect on my role next year.
I'm a temp. I've decided. Everyone has to find their own first job after they get their degree. It's a big scary thing, and no one wants to do it. If a job falls out of the sky and lands in my lap after I finish my internship, that would be absolutely amazing. However, it doesn't always work like that. I wanted to do the internship because of what I thought I could learn from it. I wanted to learn how to be a teacher, and set up the rules and procedures in a classroom. I'll be responsible for the kids, and I didn't think I would learn as much student teaching. So I'm looking forward to working my new job, for however long it lasts.
I think that if I keep this rational in my head, I'll be happier with any outcome come next May.
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