The joy of weekends

It’s the weekend.

The glorious, glorious weekend.

I spent most of my Saturday sitting on my Aunt’s front porch reading. That’s right, you can sit outside here in the middle of the day and not suffer from heat stroke. I love Utah weather!

Oh and as I sat on the porch reading I admired the mountains that I can see from just about everywhere. And when I say mountains, I mean MOUNTAINS!

But enough about the land of green jell-o…

I’ve gotten through the first two weeks of my teaching career. As I drove home from school on Friday I was thinking about what I would want tell soon to be graduates. So far this is what I’ve come up with: Prepare yourself for an emotional rollercoaster.

I’ve always thought of myself as quite an emotionally stable person. But I think teaching brings on more emotion then the lead in a cheesy chick flick experiences.

I’m excited because I’m finally doing it. I’m terrified because I’m finally doing it. I’m upset with myself that I don’t know it all (or even what the “all” is sometimes). I’m impressed by Elvira’s hard work. I’m frustrated that I can’t communicate directly with some parents because I don’t speak Spanish. My heart hurts because Ramiro only recognizes 17 letters of the alphabet, and he knows that he’s behind everyone else. I love making my students laugh when I use my “magic teacher wand”. I’m scared that I’m going to screw up. I’m exhausted.

Teaching is hard.

I kind of feel like I’m trying to figure out a rubik’s cube. I think that maybe I’ve finally got it worked out but then see two pieces that have to be moved all the way to the other side of the cube. I move them and that shows me three more that have to be moved. I keep thinking that maybe I’m getting close to figuring it out and then see that I’ve only been working on one color, I have to find away to get all the other colors in the right place too.

If only that magic wand really worked…