So I am going to high school again! It's crazy. I only attend four days a week, and only a couple of hours a day, but it's pretty weird. I was so nervous the first day. It's a little scary walking down the halls trying to find my classrooms - there are herds of kids everywhere! I get especially nervous in between classes because I really want to make it to the next one before the bell rings so I'm not late. Did I really just write that sentence at age 38? And I actually sit in the desks with the kids and read the handouts and participate in small groups and everything. I ended up getting some great teachers and so far I'm loving it. I'm taking notes on teaching styles and writing down questions about different methods, but I'm enjoying the material as much as anything. I'm in a Western Civ class (which I almost flunked in college, I might add) and a History of World Governments class, and I start a Psych class this week. I think I'll love that one.
The kids are fun. I thought they'd be just babies, but they don't seem all that young or immature. (I think I'm in 9th and 10th grade classes.) A lot of the kids engage in discussions and track fairly well with the teachers. At first I was discouraged because the teachers are constantly having to "shush" the students, but then I remembered that I was constantly having to do that when I taught at the college level in Japan. So I guess that never goes away.
I was bored and on a miscellaneous chat application on my iPhone the other night and I sent a message to the group that said, "Tell me some great news!" Someone replied with, "I have a 4.0 all straight A's yeah baby!!!!!" I asked what grade the person was in and it turned out to be an 8th grade boy. I told him I wanted to become a teacher, and I asked him, "What do you think makes a great teacher?" He replied, "Being stricked. Being fun though. Getting things understood and making sure that everyone understands." I said, "You got all A's with that spelling and grammar???" Just kidding. I thanked him for the great advice and said I thought he was right on. Cute as hell, isn't it?
I think I'm about a month out from learning whether or not I'm accepted into the teaching program. Every day my mind swirls with all the implications of both making it and not making it. It's a little overwhelming, but I'm trying to take it one day at a time.