Butterflies

Although I could easily dedicate a full post to butterflies, those majestic creatures that inspire us all to soar in the direction of our dreams, this post is not about them. This post is about the butterflies in my stomach. As the winter session of my senior year draws to a close, I am now faced with what four years ago seemed so far away and insignificant, but now looms over me as towering obstacle: Student Teaching. Next Monday will begin 14 weeks of living the life of a teacher, minus the pay. Since I have never had much experience in front of a class I have always envisioned my student teaching to be a make or break experience. As anyone who knows me knows, I will have some major obstacles to conquer in order to become a good teacher, such as talking. Besides the decidedly difficult task of talking there are numerous other things I will most likely have difficulty with such as: discipline, spelling, hiding my dyslexia, reading aloud, writing on the board, not randomly meowing, not laughing at inappropriate jokes that the students make, remembering names, remembering anything that I learned in college, not cursing or using offensive language, using/teaching correct grammar, sentence structure, and providing a direct definition for irony. And that is why I am nervous to begin my student teaching. The best case scenario that I can imagine is that I get all these things out of the way the first week or two, and then I become comfortable enough to actually enjoy student teaching (the worst case scenario is that I fail at everything). I am truly excited though about the people that I will be working with for the next semester. I met most of my co-workers the other day and they seemed like a really good and helpful group.