For those of you who know me, you know that I've had a rough year at Eleventh Street. Mostly because of our new director.
And even though many of you do know me - most of you didn't know that one of my professional goals was to be disney's teacher of the year some day -- Not that it will ever really happen, but it really signifies the type of teacher that I really want to be.
So next year, I'm going to be teaching special education at Alvaton Elementary School. I will be teaching preschoolers, kindergarteners, and first graders. And, I can't decide how happy I am about it. Part of me feels prepared because I've spent the better part of the last year coming up with activities for Isaiah in hopes that he'll succumb to a whim and begin talking. Which isn't happening - so now I'm hoping that he doesn't start talking until after he turns 3 so that I can get him in 1/2 day free preschool with county schools - which will cut down on daycare costs (which this year will be more than my house payment - there's something wrong with that). My second thought was - oh my god, how do i teach these little kids - they don't even know how to read?
But I'm confident that I'll figure it out. I'm hopeful that I'll do a good job. Because there is quite a bit more responsibility in teaching young children that at-risk teens. Here I am laying the foundation that they will build upon for the rest of their lives and that's a huge responsibility. At Eleventh Street, I was trying to get my kids to take ownership over their own lives and decisions and seeing that they have the power to become what they wish, not what others see. I'm sure that I'll let you guys now how it turns out --
