So, Allhamdullillah, I completed my first unexpected semester of teaching, and I almost feel like I gypped my students because I feel like I’m walking away with more lessons to learn from xD
Without further adieu: my reflection post!
– I learned that I don’t think I will ever not be a student. And I don’t think I will ever not relate to a student. The student life is difficult but also comfortable, because it’s this odd mix of responsibility and vulnerability and insecurity.
And I don’t think I am the kind of person that will grow out of that phase.
I think I just need to accept that.
I’m not necessarily complaining about this revelation though.
I like being a student (figuratively and literally); I’m always in a state of learning. Plus, having a student mentality makes it easier to grow in humility, I think. When you allow yourself to learn from someone, whether they are older or younger than you, you are allowing for yourself to be imperfect and incomplete. You realize that there is still someone out there (a many someones out there) who know more than you, and you have to step back and appreciate that.
For this, I appreciate my students and my coworkers.
I’ve learned a lot, and I know I have quite a ways to go.
– Do we ever really stop being high school students?
Yes, absolutely. But you establish quite a bit of your personality in your high school years. I went through that in Bush, and I can’t say if I was very aware of the process. But it was interesting to watch my students. I loved how different all of my classes were. I loved the comrade-ry, the silliness, the self-awareness, and also the lack of self-awareness. I think the best way to describe my particular brand of adulthood is one foot in high school, one foot in college, a hand at home, and the other holding a big mug of tea. My head is in the clouds of course – don’t think that will ever change xD
– I loved all of my students.
This actually did surprise me because I had barely 5 months with them. I thought that, at most, I would have a fondness for them. But nope! I love every single one of my students to bits! They’re all so special. Each one had a hand in making my experience unique, and I wouldn’t trade a single one out of any of my classes. My first graders were a handful, because it was a full class Mashallah. But each one had sch a generous heart.
My second graders had this amazing sense of care for one another. This was also the class that I got to spend the most time with, so I really did almost cry during my last class with them!
And my high schoolers, I don’t even know where to begin with them!
My high schoolers were an inquisitive and intelligent bunch. I looked forward to my class with them the most. I enjoyed reading their work, and answering their questions. I loved when they participated in the discussions, because there was always something interesting to be said by someone or another.
– My career choice has been validated: I am more than 100% sure that I want to teach High School, preferably a non-core academic class. I’m fairly certain I would hate teaching to a test, and I feel bad for the teachers that have to do that, because I know they hate it. I love teaching Journalism, I hope that’s what I’m meant for Inshallah.
– I was very ambitious, I wanted my students to walk away knowing everything!
But that was a learning lesson too. Next time I’m breaking things into actual units. And I won’t pretend I’m SuperWoman anymore =__=;;
– School is getting more and more stressful.
It’s not just me, it’s not just college – it’s the general atmosphere of our nation. Everything good is just getting harder. And I feel for my students.
– I hate homework.
With a passion. I made sure to do my best to assign as little as possible, and to offer resources during class time, so that students wouldn’t have to work at home. I thought I hated getting homework, but really the guilt of assigning it made me feel like the Wicked Witch of the West.
– I don’t understand why almost every teacher/professor I had would say something along the lines of “this won’t be acceptable in the REAL world.”
Now that I am living, and a functioning part of the real world I can say that my biggest shock factor, was that the REAL world is full of humans *GASP!*
It’s okay if you get caught in a traffic jam, or the printer isn’t working, or your alarm didn’t go off so you’re late 10 extra minutes, or whatever. It’s okay. I’m not saying anyone has to make a personality factor or a habit of being a flake. I’m just saying that the human condition requires compassion and a little room to stumble now and again.
– I hate tests.
Yes I understand they are necessary – sometimes! But for my hippie, indie, intro level class I hated the idea of a test. For my class, a standardized test wouldn’t measure jack. Allhamdullillah.
– I think I may have been one the cool teachers….
And I think that was pretty cool!
– I always want my students to be comfortable with themselves with me.
It’s so important for kids of any age to feel safe with the adults in their lives. I hope I established myself as one of those adults.
– You don’t have to know your students for years to feel the need to defend them.
I realized I will fight tooth and nail for all of my kiddos. It’s a strange realization- that you can feel so overprotective of a group of humans who are not your family or chosen friends.
But that’s the life of a teacher I suppose – You feel on a whole other level.
– I love being a teacher, a teacher’s assistant, a student, and a worker for my school in specific.
I would not trade my previous 5 months for anything. I look forward to working here for many more years, Inshallah. I never thought I could break the monotonous norm of hating your job, but here I am loving all of it, and I’m so thankful for that.
Oh and if any of my students are reading this, feel free to un-follow me here and on Twitter. If you’d rather stay a follower, that’s cool too. You’re call 🙂
Thank God it’s summer!