teacher

so, the interview.

i'm not really sure how it went. he said i look like a partier. but i think he meant it as a good thing because right after that he said he was looking to put together a group of 5 social young people to go to a school that it is in a more rural area. haha. but yeah. i should find out in a week or two. fingers crossed. but sort of not. the nice thing about not getting it is that then i don't have the decision to make. but, then again, i want it. i at least want the choice to be mine.

two more week of my practicum! two more weeks of teacher clothes and classroom management and photocopier mishaps. i'll miss it, i really will. but it'll be nice to be free. to be a university graduate. a teacher.

a teacher!

last class a girl, who is not the keenest of kids, said that i explain things really well. i don't know why but that stuck with me as a really huge compliment. she just said it kind of offhand, there may have been an f word that slipped out, but she meant it.

sometimes (all the time) i don't know how to react to kids who say fuck. i mean, i say it all the time. but there's a difference between when i overhear it and when it is shouted across the field/room at someone. i usually just give it a "not in my class" and let it slide. it's interesting though. those little things.

i will miss this. hopefully i won't spend too long without it, though.