I realize I am young, only 22.
I am so so thankful to have graduated early. I have a great job that is such a good fit for me. I am in an amazing building, brand spanking new, with wonderful people. Finding good friends and great coworkers.
I know I have peers who are not as mature as me.
Peers older than me just graduating. Peers who will walk across the stage next May with their undergraduate degree in hand while I accept my Masters in Ed. Peers who have no idea what they are going to do with their life. Living off the government. Having babies. Getting engaged. Handing back the ring. Getting married. Getting divorced.
I realize my mind is growing up to fast for itself. It has some catching up to do! Hurry up brain, I don't have time to wait.
Things amaze me sometime.
I have nine students, most whom can't tell me if their right toe or head hurts. Many who don't always know my name. Students who I am responsible for not only in the matter of 9 months of education, but their living, breathing, and personal care. I am a nurse, emergency response, teacher, mother, strict rule setter, hugger, OT, speech therapist, PT, social worker, PE teacher, Art teacher, music teacher, 3 ring circus leader, therapist, parent resource data base, moderator, boss in charge of two adults older than me, and through all of that, a 22 year old first year teacher.
I lead a group at Gigi's Playhouse and volunteer for several other things, lead a group at Siouxland Autism Support Group, wavier staff, team caption, graduate student, daughter, best friend, sister, granddaughter, and attempt to keep myself sane.
So, I apologize if sometimes I seem stressed. I am sorry if there are times where I am straight forward. I hate it when I don't have time to wait around. I feel bad when I have to push to get what I want, what I need for ME. I apologize ahead of time for all the times I will call you crying; for the times I will call, text, and beg for attention. Attention from someone who is not 8 years old, but also not 50. Attention from someone who speaks English; someone who speaks at all. Attention from someone who can not only use the restroom independently, but also can make decisions without having to explain them in great detail.
only 23 more days of school
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Golden Skate Award
Yesterday, a few minutes after lunch recess, I was talking to my consultant and my phone rang. It was my principal. He says he does not know what my students are doing, but can we please come to the commons. Sure - nothing like completely throwing everything and everyone off. Does he not understand if its not on our schedule, its not happening. Especially forcing us to change gears so quickly. It did not help that I had no idea what we were doing so I couldn't offer anything to the students when they were wondering what the crap we were doing!!
I know that my principal does his best and really is he is amazing.
So we walk ourselves to the commons. Thanks to my consultant who came with! Turns out, after we stand there for ten minutes, we had won the Golden Skate Award! Funny part of the whole ordeal was the one student of my nine who actually when to the skating fundraiser did not want to touch the award. Since yesterday he has slowly been warming up to it and touching it!!
I know that my principal does his best and really is he is amazing.
So we walk ourselves to the commons. Thanks to my consultant who came with! Turns out, after we stand there for ten minutes, we had won the Golden Skate Award! Funny part of the whole ordeal was the one student of my nine who actually when to the skating fundraiser did not want to touch the award. Since yesterday he has slowly been warming up to it and touching it!!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Growing Up
The following is how I feel about growing up...or something like that.
Facebook - miss the days when you had to have a valid college email address to get on. Even if that ment I could no longer use facebook (though, yes my college email still works) I would be completely ok with it! When you toss in my aunt, parents of clients, parents of my students, and fellow teachers, (oh and my brother :-) ), you make me want to scream. I have to think multiple times before I even consider posting a status. Not like I do much with my life I wouldn't want seen, and even if I did would not put it online; but its the idea behind it! If I wish to write FML on my facebook status, I would like to be able to. The funny part of all of this is I know of several college professors and staff who are on facebook, and they handle it in such a "super cool" manner. Maybe I should become a college professor...Dr. Galvin the college professor. It kind of has a ring to it! :-)
Going out - I know I did not go out much in college and not at all in high school, but that does not mean that I have any desire to go out on a week night...to a bar...to drink...and get home late...and possible see people I know whom I do not want to see like a parent of one of my students...to then have to go to work and attempt to corral nine students, have two classroom aids, support four general education teachers...and not proceed to NOT need a drink after the day is done!
Facebook - miss the days when you had to have a valid college email address to get on. Even if that ment I could no longer use facebook (though, yes my college email still works) I would be completely ok with it! When you toss in my aunt, parents of clients, parents of my students, and fellow teachers, (oh and my brother :-) ), you make me want to scream. I have to think multiple times before I even consider posting a status. Not like I do much with my life I wouldn't want seen, and even if I did would not put it online; but its the idea behind it! If I wish to write FML on my facebook status, I would like to be able to. The funny part of all of this is I know of several college professors and staff who are on facebook, and they handle it in such a "super cool" manner. Maybe I should become a college professor...Dr. Galvin the college professor. It kind of has a ring to it! :-)
Going out - I know I did not go out much in college and not at all in high school, but that does not mean that I have any desire to go out on a week night...to a bar...to drink...and get home late...and possible see people I know whom I do not want to see like a parent of one of my students...to then have to go to work and attempt to corral nine students, have two classroom aids, support four general education teachers...and not proceed to NOT need a drink after the day is done!
Circus tomorrow
So the circus is coming to town and its not just in my classroom! Eight of my students, myself, my two aids, and a parent are going to the circus. Who would ever thought a trip to the circus could cause so much drama. Between one student to scared to go and another mom trying to not have to pay to take her family later in the week; I am being reminded of why I did not like drama in high school or even college for that matter. Wish me luck, I may need it!
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