Going back to elementary school

I finally got in touch with my principal yesterday!

For my EDU-200 — Intro to Elementary Education — class, I have to do complete forty hours of field work in a local classroom. I emailed my school’s program coordinator right away and he got back to me with a school within a day or so. I just had to get in touch with the elementary school’s principal to set up my schedule, but couldn’t seem to! Every time I called, he was in a meeting. I called yesterday around 11 am and yet again could not get in touch.

“I really need to speak to someone about my schedule,” I told the secretary, and explained that I needed at least twenty hours in by midterm — which is toward the end of October!

“I’ll definitely make sure he calls you today,” she promised.

I didn’t expect him to, because if I’m supercrazybusy, then he has to be twice as busy running a whole school! So I did not expect to see a missed call from his number as well as a voicemail. Cursing Mr. Bluetooth for once again failing me and not letting me know he had called, I called Mr. Principal back (I’m so going to need a fake name here, and so far have nothing.) It was 1:00 and I fully expected him to be in another meeting, but he was available!

He seemed really nice and reminded me of my old elementary school principal, Mr. Theriault (who, by the way, is running for mayor of my city this November)! He asked me what grade preference I had, and I told him none. “It doesn’t matter, but if possible, can I have an inclusive classroom?” (I need to do an hour of observation and an interview for my SED-225 — Intro to Special Education — course.)

“I don’t think that will be a problem at all,” he said kindly.

We made an appointment to meet Thursday morning so I can see the school and meet the teachers, and he said I’ll start my field work next week! He also said that they’re really into having me get my “hands dirty,” which is good because my EDU-200 professor expects us to get involved somehow, rather than sitting in a corner and observing. So I won’t have to worry about my class’s teacher not letting me do much (my professor warned us about that).

So, thankfully, I now have one less thing to worry about — and one more thing to look forward to!

Just do it, like Nike

I spent Friday afternoon on the phone with Southern (the university I’ve been trying to attend since last winter). After graduation Thursday night, I felt determined; I wanted to get everything squared away so that I could definitely start classes in the fall. All work and no school really brings some perspective into your life; I was bored as hell and I suddenly missed the papers, the homework, the fresh new notebooks waiting to be used. (Okay, so I have an addiction to office supplies. Whatever.)

As I learned last winter, doing things for myself without my mom to hold my hand was no easy task. As I got transferred further and further down the line of humorless staff, I thought more and more about giving up. I couldn’t seem to get the help I needed and every person I talked to transferred me before I could get a sentence out of my mouth.

I didn’t give up, though. I didn’t break down like I did last winter when I found out that my schedule had been dropped because I couldn’t afford the higher tuition cost. After the last two years of putting everything into school, after hearing Jon Savoy‘s inspiring speech about his fifteen year commitment to his Associates degree at commencement, I didn’t want to waste any time.

I’m going to double major, in English: Creative Writing and Elementary Education (for grades K-6). I’m probably insane, but I want to do it. I don’t care how long it takes.

Growing up, I had several great elementary school teachers who made me want to be a teacher. Every day after school and homework, my sister and I would play school. She would be the teacher for one grade, and I would be the teacher for another grade. We both played each other’s students. We used actual textbooks that our school gave to us because they didn’t use them anymore. We printed worksheets and carefully planned lessons for our imaginary students. We wrote out math problems on black- and whiteboards. We took attendance on graphing paper from our great-grandmother. I loved every minute of it.

I don’t mind helping Mike’s little brother with his math homework. I love doing it. Even when Tony gets frustrated, I still feel calm and patient — even though I am the least patient person in the world when it comes to everything else. (Kids are my weakness. Heh.) I love playing games with my little cousin Katarina and reading to her. I love helping Tony with his spelling words and his English homework. I love coloring with my goddaughter Kaylene, or explaining to Katarina the difference between an orca and a shark.

I have always kind of wanted to be a teacher, but didn’t think I could because I am already a web designer. You already have a career, I would tell myself. You can’t do everything at once. Wait a few years and see if you still want to do this. Just wait.

But I figure, why the hell not? Why not now? Why do I have to just stick to one thing? I can do it all. I can do and be anything I want.

I’m not going to rush. I don’t expect to finish in just two years (since I transferred, I expected myself to be able to completely my Bachelor’s in another two years). I refuse to put any pressure on myself. I’ll take my time, and when it’s all over I’m going to walk across that stage again — with two more degrees.

I’m all about accomplishments these days. It feels so good to finally feel alive.