London was pretty crazy in terms of a first-time teaching experience. Or so we thought. Then we came to Dagang.
My practicum was at Gladstone Secondary School, and to date it has been the most challenging and most difficult task I’ve faced.
Since my account is apparently ineligible for a Scroll of Resurrection (oh the disappointment!) I have decided to do another productive thing and hopefully enter all you dear readers out there. My teaching philosophy’s changed since I’ve started, and really it’s the result of a bigger picture I hadn’t realized until now.
Before I left my SAs at the end of the short practicum, one of them suggested that I attend the upcoming PTC: Parent-Teacher Conference. It’ll be a good experience for you. Said my SA oh-so-wisely. And he was right (for the umpteenth time in a row). Seriously, he’s on a roll in his role as…
If you recognized that quote then you’re a pretty cool person. But yeah. I realized I was missing one more post from my field observation journal… and I wanted to tell you all the third truth I confirmed during my time in practicum. So here you go. There’s just one more thing:
Wait for it… No seriously, keep waiting.
As promised, here’s a Saturday post (I also have a Sunday make-up post to do now, because I was so tired on Friday, or whichever day I missed)!
…itty bitty living-space.
Oops. Missed out on posting yesterday so I suppose I’ll make this a post for Monday and give you all a bonus Saturday post or something or other.
Today marked the last day of the first week of practicum. I am quite utterly exhausted and, as my SAs so wisely put it, probably more stressed than I realized. The good news is that I still don’t realize the stress (besides the typical symptoms of some lack of sleep!) so let’s just move on…