Week one of Inner City
Week one of my summer certainly was the most difficult one -
My thirteen students were certainly more difficult than I had anticipated them to be. I became very frustrated very easily, they walked all over me, did not respect me, were very defiant, and most importantly, my one child with a disability was seriously falling through the cracks of my small classroom. This is something that I would normally be ashamed to admit, but I realize that this week was the beginning of extensive practice for my years to come as an educator.
Without a doubt, I had much more than "a fun summer at camp" ahead of me. I had to learn quickly how I was to apply everything that I have learned thus far throughout my classes to what I was doing. This time I would not be writing a paper about what I would do. This time I had to figure out what I will do.
My thirteen students were certainly more difficult than I had anticipated them to be. I became very frustrated very easily, they walked all over me, did not respect me, were very defiant, and most importantly, my one child with a disability was seriously falling through the cracks of my small classroom. This is something that I would normally be ashamed to admit, but I realize that this week was the beginning of extensive practice for my years to come as an educator.
Without a doubt, I had much more than "a fun summer at camp" ahead of me. I had to learn quickly how I was to apply everything that I have learned thus far throughout my classes to what I was doing. This time I would not be writing a paper about what I would do. This time I had to figure out what I will do.