tell me, where does the arrow point to?
May. 30th, 2010 12:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ekaterinnAs some of you may know, I'm teaching a preschool class for children with developmental delay/autism in my district this summer. I'm hugely excited about this, particularly because I love this age group and I hope to be able to get my early childhood interventionist add-on to my 1-12 certificate in the next couple of years.
I'm finding myself keyed up about it, in a good way. Raiding friends' closets for materials, spending hours on lesson plans, picking people's brains in the teaching communities, and so forth. It's part of the core of what makes teaching so appealing to me: the ability to complete engage myself, mind body heart soul, into the art of it all, of planning and making materials, of actually working with kids and getting them engaged or at least nurtured, of talking to parents and fellow teachers to figure out what works best, of even doing the paperwork because some of it is important. It satisfies something deep inside me.
Of course, I should also be working on updating my resume for the transfer fair this week too. *sighs* Had my school this year been somewhat less dysfunctional, there might have been enough ESS students for the district to keep me there.
Cross your fingers for me that I find a good position at another school and that the first week of class (we start on Tuesday!) goes well!
I'm finding myself keyed up about it, in a good way. Raiding friends' closets for materials, spending hours on lesson plans, picking people's brains in the teaching communities, and so forth. It's part of the core of what makes teaching so appealing to me: the ability to complete engage myself, mind body heart soul, into the art of it all, of planning and making materials, of actually working with kids and getting them engaged or at least nurtured, of talking to parents and fellow teachers to figure out what works best, of even doing the paperwork because some of it is important. It satisfies something deep inside me.
Of course, I should also be working on updating my resume for the transfer fair this week too. *sighs* Had my school this year been somewhat less dysfunctional, there might have been enough ESS students for the district to keep me there.
Cross your fingers for me that I find a good position at another school and that the first week of class (we start on Tuesday!) goes well!
