Today, as I was observing and helping out in the ESL class that I will be taking over, the truth slipped out: Ms. Hamm speaks Spanish! I think I just assumed that they could look at me and figure I spoke Spanish, but I guess my students-to-be are not guilty of making that premature judgment. One of the girls who was going back and forth with another guy calling each other every name in the book caught my attention early on in my observation time because of the control she seems to have over a lot of the students in the class. She seems older, and I later found out that this is her third time repeating the course. Repeating any course would be pretty miserable, I’d imagine. But ESL is a scripted course… she’s had to do the exact same assignments, take the same notes, read the same stories, etc for 3 semesters now, and I mean… that sucks, right? (Note that I’m not singing praises to ESL, but I’m also not against them. Very much feeling them out right now) Anyway, I caught her and in that moment I was terrified. So far I had been on her good side, but would she hate me now? I know that it is not to be my concern whether or not my students like me, but here we are, my first instance of really hoping a student will like me. I guess there’s a smidgen of hope in me that if she likes me, she’ll try harder and be able to move on to something new? It seemed to be okay though. She got in trouble, but afterward the entire class was like “WHOA! So you speak Spanish?!?” I’m still not sure if they are delighted or if they feel like they have to limit the things they say, haha… at any rate, I hope they will find me more approachable, or more easier to relate to or something.
This week I realized that getting up in the morning to be in my 7th grade classrooms before the bell rings is no longer a huge struggle. I really only drink my weakly brewed tea out of thirst, a nice contrast to when I was nursing my huge mug of strong coffee as I got ready, as I drove to school, and throughout class just to stay awake. While I am by no means staying out late every night, it is also nice to not have to be so strict about my bedtime anymore like I was my first few weeks.
I am still terrified of the actual teaching, but these are a few small victories (along with making semester plans that I like and think will work) that actually brighten my day and make me a lot more hopeful of my fate as a Middle School English teacher. It’s nice to have some peace of mind as I go into resume edit mode and prepare for my district interview on Tuesday (!!!), which as you might imagine… I am terrified about!
Anyway, I think this entry is pretty boring. Turning points I want to remember, but probably not ones that are interesting to read about.