One of the Kids

Sometimes, I feel like a little kid.  I mean, come on, I'm a grown up professional?  with a real job?  moving into a real house of my own?  Yeah, it's a little hard for me to comprehend.  I'm a teacher!  I won't necessarily say that I'm a full-fledged teacher yet, because my hand is basically being held through this entire TFA process and the paychecks don't start coming until September BUT! a teacher nonetheless.

Remember when teachers used to say, "Well, when you're a teacher, then you can do whatever you want" (like stand on the desk or make the rules or whatever).  That day has come :)

I still use little plastic tile manipulatives to figure out math problems, I like it when people tell me I'm doing a good job, I love writing on whiteboards, I get on the big yellow school bus every morning with my red lunchpail in hand, I love stickers (especially "teacher stickers"), and I loved it when one of the staff members, modeling a reward technique we can do with our students, made a positive phone call home to my mom.

It's a good thing I'm a teacher.  When I'm with my kids, I feel right at home.

Some things never change.