It’s no secret that 12
weeks ago I didn’t want to be a teacher. Originally, I came to college freshman
year upset that we couldn’t start observing in the classroom until our
sophomore year, but by that February I was so amazed by the power of student
leadership that I decided I wanted nothing to do with the K-12 classroom and
instead wanted to pursue a career in Higher Education and Student Affairs.
years and multiple student leadership positions later, the second floor of Arts
and Letters let out a huge gasp as I shared in Dr. Hansra’s literacy class this
winter quarter that I still didn’t want to be a teacher.
held strong until the morning of my first day of Student Teaching. I didn’t
want to be a teacher. I just wanted the next twelve weeks to fly by, so I could
start graduate school. However, not even thirty minutes into that first day my
cooperating teacher walked us down to gym class where I was directed to play dodgeball
with my 6th grade students. As I continued to dodge balls thrown at
me I couldn’t help but laugh - in that moment I knew that this place was
somewhere special and the next twelve weeks might not be so bad. By my fourth
day of student teaching I had fallen in love with Ravenswood Elementary and my
students. I thought the honeymoon phase would end, but it didn’t.
our first day of PARCC Testing my Cooperating Teaching and I rewarded our students
with outdoor recess. For March, it was a gorgeous day. Full sun and nearly 60 degrees.
During a game of soccer, one of my students with special needs scored not one,
but two goals. He ran a victory lap around the entire field as the class
cheered him on and chanted his name. Soon after, when it was time to head back
inside to wrap up the day I was astonished with my student's ability to be
silent in the hallways and respect others who might still be testing. The last
20 minutes couldn't have been more perfect, even if I had directed them in a
movie myself. However, I was quickly brought to reality when not even two
minutes after being back in the classroom a Social Studies textbook
"mysteriously fell" out of a second story window. Every single one of my days at Ravenswood was special in one way or another. The twelve weeks passed so quickly that I found myself in tears at the end of my last day of Student Teaching.
Thank you Ravenswood
for making me love every day of my last twelve weeks of college. Thank you for
being the reason I got out of bed in the morning and remarkably never felt tired.
Thank you for giving my life energy and keeping me on my toes. Thank you for accepting me, testing me, and
pushing me to become a better teacher. The 113 of you are the reason I am here.
YOU are the reason that in the last 12 weeks I have decided that I DO want to
be a teacher.