First Day in the Classroom!

I geared up for my first day by finishing Anne of Green Gables (where she goes to school to teach) and then reading the first few chapters of Anne of Avonlea (which will probably be the name of one of my future daughters)! It's so cool to me that L.M. Montgomery wrote those in 1910ish and yet the feelings are still the same - so timeless! I read and re-read when Anne is about to be a "schoolma'am" for the first time. "Marilla, what if I fail!" - will be a constant plea of mine, I'm sure.


I was a very good girl; I went to bed early and woke up at 5:15. Albus seemed very confused as to why we were waking up when it was dark outside. I cannot begin to describe the fluttering of my heart in anticipation occumpanied with the feeling of foolishness at my extreme nervousness over a relatively small event. Something told me to check my e-mail before I bolted out the door, so I pulled it up on my phone. Nothing was there from my mentor, but I got a very surprising message from the College of Education Program Director.

"Good afternoon Ashleigh,

I'd like to invite you to represent the EC-6 program on the Dean's Student Advisory Group.
***blah, blah, blah about scheduled meetings****As soon as I hear from you, I'll give your name to the dean's office.

Thanks so much!"

WHAT?! Sweet! Yeah, it means extra work, but I'm really touched that she would choose me out of hundreds of students in the program. That helped me rally my spirits a lot!

 

School time: I just have to say I have the most fantastic mentor teacher. She's so understanding, and yet willing to throw me in the middle of the ring. I'm glad she thinks I'm ready. The first rotation came and she set me in a station to do running records and fluency/comprehension tests. By the end of the day, after 3 rotations of students, I did over 55 tests. I sent up a prayer of gratitude that my most recent class was all about running records. It took me back to days of pretending to be a teacher, when I would keep notebooks of my fake classroom and organize grades for my fake students. What was once my playtime is now my reality. I'm sure one day it'll just be busy-work, but for today, at least, it was exciting.

Questions I was asked about myself today:

"Are you a Miss or a Mrs?"

"How old are you?"
"Are you 50?"

"Are you 29?"

"Do your kids go here, too?"

I came home feeling very enthused about life. I wish I could go full-time already!

Wish me luck!