Second Classroom...
Second Classroom...
My second classroom…
I taught Japanese studies.
I was twelve-years-old.
I had a whole classroom full of peers that hated me.
I was the ‘weird’ kid who was friends with all the teachers.
Many of my peers left my speech on Japan wanting to visit the country.
It was nerve wracking but wonderful.
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Seventh Classroom…
It was mostly in the library at first…
A pull out situation for English Language Learners…
Three and a half weeks were spent on ACCESS testing…
Two weeks were spent in the classroom…
Then BOOM: Pandemic…
There was no reason for me to stay at the Grad House so I left…
Well, I picked up UDairy Ice Cream and Ramen from Kumamoto in Newark, DE…
THEN I left…
So really, my seventh classroom was mostly on Zoom…
I did not end up doing the edTPA…
But I have a lesson, materials, and assessments set up to do so…
Welcome one and all <3
WRITING WEDNESDAYS
TEACHER SATURDAYS
I was so cute as a kid...
My very first day of teaching…
I taught paleontology.
I was six-years-old.
I had five students.
They were my Cabbage Patch Kids.
Infatuation...
You’re really pretty
Pretty without glasses on
You are pretty too!
Ow, my Brain...
Oh no, not another
Praxis test to suffer through
Sorry about this.
Talk to Them...
“I hate it here. School is too hard. The playground is different from the one in Pennsylvania. I don’t like Delaware. I don’t like living with my grandpa. I want to live with my mom and dad but they have to fix the house so we can go back. My brother and sister and I moved down here. My baby-baby sister is with mom and dad. I want to go home.”
This ramble is brought to you by a displaced boy in first grade.
Sometimes you just have to listen and not just shove a lesson down their throat.
Not long after this, I sat with him again. We worked on his reading, which is something he hates. He still hated Delaware. He still missed his mom and dad. But he was more willing to participate and work with me. He didn’t act up or whine.
Sometimes a chat can make a world of difference.
Even if the effects only lasts two weeks before he goes back to Pennsylvania…
I’m a magpie...
You can become a child’s hero in surprising ways…
While I was waiting for names to be called at Parent Pick up, a little boy named Dell dropped the shiny silver bead he had found.
He became really upset…
It was going to be yet another surprise gift for his mom! Dell usually tends to pick her (and his teachers) flowers and draw pictures full of hearts. So when he lost his bead Dell began to panic and crawl around on the floor.
I make beaded jewelry for fun…
It took me 3 seconds to find what he was looking for. I picked it up and gave it to him…
I got the biggest smile…
And since that day, I’ve gotten a couple of hugs as well…
Erase the stigma and ignore inaccurate depictions in the media. I’ve said it a couple of times now.
The sweetest boys have Autism!
Praxis Haiku
Evil Praxis test
Consuming all of my time
I want to sleep now
Summer School...
Summer school starts now.
I already adore kids.
Mischievous ones.
Life Changing Moments…
In teaching there are sometimes life changing moments…
One such moment for me was when I first got sucked into teaching ESL.
Another such moment was when I sat in on an ESL kindergarten class…
I met my first little autistic student.
He was non-verbal and hated colors and loud noises.
His fixation was a car…but it was also me…oddly enough.
Direct eye contact and then a hug…
His teacher discouraged it… It was my first day there and she did not know me.
But I did not mind the hug…
From then on, every time he saw me, he’d rush over to hug me or show me something he worked on in class…
This is how I decided that my next Master’s degree will be in Special Education, one sweet boy who changed my life…
