My first day of work in 6 months...wow. I am uber motivated to get my phlebotomy licence so I do not have to manage an out of control classroom of 32 kids until I get into nursing school. If there was ever any signs stating that I should go into teaching, they are gone now and replaced whole-heartedly with my desire to become a nurse.
It's not that the experience was so horrible (it wasn't), it's just that being the substitute makes it really hard to control the kids. It's really hard not knowing names or what to expect. It'd be better if they were my own class.
Reflections:
1. Kids think I look twenty.
2. They also think I'm married (wth).
3. I have a ridiculous amount of "you're the best" and "we <3 you Ms. Martin" notes in my bag. Apparently, even though they don't listen, they like me.
4. I was better than their sub yesterday (score!).
5. My old middle school is now an elementary school. I taught in my 7th grade science classroom. Weird.
Any control suggestions would be appreciated greatly!
<3
P.S. I am coming down with something...ick.
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