Last night, as I was planning my lessons, I remembered why I applied to this program in the first place. That fiery passion that I have for teaching raised its head as I thought of ideas that would better help my students learn, and rejected others that seemed unworthy of them. My teaching rule? I won't give my students anything I wouldn't want to do myself. Too many times I've sat in a classroom, bored up to my eyeballs, wondering why in God's good name the teacher thought the assignment would be the least bit interesting to do. Here with this program I get to have rules more relaxed than actual teachers and my job is to help students have fun, while learning English. Thus far, my job has been going well. And I am only too happy when the students, my students, call me over saying, "Teacher, teacher!" That's me. That's my title. This is what I was born to do.
P.S.
Did I mention how official I feel when I write on the whiteboard? I have my own set of markers. :does happy dance:
After one week of teaching experience, all I want to say to the teachers of the world is thank you, and I don't want your job. So what do I do with myself now?
10/15/2012
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