Long Week.

It has been a long and tiring week. I am so ready to be done.

This semester (as I have complained/questioned in the past) I have taken 16 hours.

And I moved to the BIG SCHOOL.

Ah, the big school... what a story. I was/am still so scared. When I go to class, my heart pounds. I sit in the corner so I can see who comes in. I can assess their age, when they will graduate, if they are goof offs, what kind of teacher they will be. I look at them as competition.

Ninety nine percent are 20 year olds, living in apartments, having a good time. The majority of them know nothing about life. They are still stupid in a way.

Take yesterday, for example. I had 28 people in my class. Two guys. One guy that was older than me. One woman with two kids. She was really wrinkled, but she was a smoker. That is why. She may be younger than me. I tried to talk to her, she was immature. So I didn't.

We had to do a get to know you exercise where you had to choose what type of teacher you are. There was a list of qualities. I fell in the "mommy that bandages knees" group. No guys in my group. It seemed to be the largest. Mostly made up of girls who want to teach pre-k, kindergarten and 1st grade. I believe it was called the sympathetic group, or something like that. Anyways, I would say there was about 12 people in my group. We had to pick out pro's and con's of our teaching philosophy. No one but me and one other girl talked. The rest of them looked around like they were embarrassed. And they had no clue what a philosophy was.

Regardless, I love my class. I LOVE all my classes this semester, except for Geology. The rest are teaching classes.

I got to stand up and say my name, I am a JUNIOR, and I wanna teach Kindergarten.

It was cool.