I'm 51. I dragged my ass through a college edumacation on welfare living in a housing authority - and I swear on all that is holy (ok, nothing's is so much holy) that life is lovely. I'm telling kids things they didn't know- I have the distinct honor of awarding kids that don't make As with Student of the Month - I show great value in "trying," and lives are changing. I feel like Hercules.
Today, I was teaching the root "duct." I had them looking at each other's tear ducts - amazing how they didn't know.
They screwed up their faces as we learned about bile ducts. Conduct, conductor, Where do you hide in a lightning storm...under the water in a pond, under a tree...or in a clear, open space...? Basic information...about life. (I'm smiling.)
A notable professor came in to teach me how to do Silent Sustained Reading. I know I have a lot to learn from everyone who wanders in to my path - but I have to say... this professor of teachers in a university HAD NEVER TAUGHT CHILDREN IN PUBLIC SCHOOL. (grin)
She fumbled and stumbled and I thought - who the hell are you to tell me what to do when you've never done it?
I have a lot to learn. So does she.
Bringing my paragraph that announced my Student of the Month soon. If I can find the damn thing.
The student body was on their feet. (JTT, feel free to critique that grammar.)
A good day.
Love my job. I can't imagine anything more wonderful.