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Where has life taken me the past year and a half?
I read in my last entry that I needed to brace myself for interning at Central High. And well, it’s a good thing I did. My life that semester was completely revolved around making lesson plans. The DRL at
a. Central is a minority school- to be politically correct.
b. I had 32 students in French 1 and 30 in French 2.
c. The reason there were so many students in French is because Mr. Huguley (the French teacher) had the reputation for being the easy teacher. This was true. I watched Mr. Huguley teach for two weeks before I started. He did power point slides and presented ridiculous movies he filmed of his adventures in
d. I had to wake up at 4:15 every morning. It took 45 minutes to drive to work, and I lost an hour because Central High is on Eastern Time. I was lucky to get 6 hours of sleep a night.
e. I was taking my Classroom Management class at the same time (you know, the class where you learn how to discipline and reward). Well, we were all so busy interning that we only met half the time. And this class was only scheduled to meet twice a week. I didn’t learn anything about discipline. The biggest lesson I learned: No classroom management = no student learning.
f. I would tell Mr. Huguley that I was struggling with discipline, begging for help. But his only response would be to put on a fake smile and say, “Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Don’t ever let the way a student treated you today reflect how you see him or her tomorrow.” Psh.
g. Shelley was gone. She was interning in
The kids did like me the first week, but it was all down hill after that. By the end, one class passed a petition around for me to no longer be their teacher (thankfully only 11 signed it). I had kids throw paper balls at me- one hit me in the butt. Occasionally, I’d have a student who would just stand up and start yelling at me.
French 3 was my savior. I cannot tell you what a relief it was to have a class of 12 high schoolers who are taking French just because they want to. They kept me sane.
Looking back on it now, I can call myself a proud survivor. I did it. And, I still want to teach- which is INSANE considering all things.
Central High, you have made me a stronger human being, allowing me to know I can do things I never thought possible. You have let me see my future students through rose colored glasses since I highly doubt they will be more troublesome than you. So thank you Central. Thank you.
And after the internship…
In December 2009, I graduated from
My life spring semester 2010 was wonderful. No more Central! I hung out with Shelley, John, Kebs, and Jonathan all semester in
Summer 2010, Shelley and I spent the whole summer at the beach house. She got a job at Lillian’s Pizza and I got a job at
September 2010, I got ready to leave for
I am currently an English assistant in
But, I’m very content. My love for
I live in a little house, that’s 10 steps away from the big house (where the Reny family lives). They are wonderful. Olivia (the mom) and her husband (Philippe) have been so nice and helpful. I even got to go to their beach house right outside of
I also don’t think I’ve ever eaten this good before. I cannot tell you how many big meals I’ve had since I’ve arrived! The French typically eat a big lunch AND dinner. Yeah. And always bread, wine, and cheese. It really is a mystery how the majority are skinny… And how I’m not putting on any weight either! (at least not yet). Someone said it’s got to be something in the French wine.
My French experience has been wonderful so far. I’ve been here almost two months, and it has flown by!
This Wednesday, I’ll be making a Thanksgiving meal for the GBU bible study. Meaning, I’ll be making turkey and dressing for the first time. Eek!