Tomorrow is the official last day of school (for the kids anyways). Part of me thought I would be more excited to get to this point, but currently I feel nothing. I am so exhausted I think my body is over emotions right now. My room is stark and smells like bleach. No longer are my carefully planned bulliten boards on the wall, my wedding picture and diploma are removed. Honestly it is quite a depressing site- but it also signifies a new beginning.
After Friday I will no longer be a special area teacher- I will now be a fifth grade teacher. This is a new and exciting journey and I honestly don't know what to think. I like 5th graders, in fact some of my favorite students right now are fifth graders- but I feel so removed from the classroom right now. I am a little worried that I am setting myself up for failure and I will discover that I really am a crappy teacher. I worry about these things now and the school year isn't even over, I can only imagine what will happen come August.
But I am thankful for the people I have met these pasrt two years...even the annoying ones. I mean every good story has to have a villian and I have come across a few. And even when I struggle to keep a professional exterior, as I crumbled inside, it really hasn't been that bad of a journey. Teaching is the hardest job I think I will ever have and I find comfort knowing I have made it this far.
So wish me luck tomorrow as I say goodbye to the place and the people who helped mold me into the teacher I am bound to become.
After Friday I will no longer be a special area teacher- I will now be a fifth grade teacher. This is a new and exciting journey and I honestly don't know what to think. I like 5th graders, in fact some of my favorite students right now are fifth graders- but I feel so removed from the classroom right now. I am a little worried that I am setting myself up for failure and I will discover that I really am a crappy teacher. I worry about these things now and the school year isn't even over, I can only imagine what will happen come August.
But I am thankful for the people I have met these pasrt two years...even the annoying ones. I mean every good story has to have a villian and I have come across a few. And even when I struggle to keep a professional exterior, as I crumbled inside, it really hasn't been that bad of a journey. Teaching is the hardest job I think I will ever have and I find comfort knowing I have made it this far.
So wish me luck tomorrow as I say goodbye to the place and the people who helped mold me into the teacher I am bound to become.
