We had group projects in every class this week, so I was able to participate in groups with the kids. I loved it. I tried to float around in order to spend time with almost everyone, and it was the first time I was able to get real one-on-one interaction. It was pretty great. The kids are so genuine - I'm surprised how much I'm enjoying them. They have crazy answers to questions! I love hearing how their little incomplete brains work. Their logic is so unique to their age. I paid special attention to see who I was drawn to (overachievers, loners, ethnic minorities) and what qualities repelled me (entitlement, extra snotiness) and tried hard to give everyone my full, equal attention. Wow, they want it. And at one point I caught a couple kids trying to cheat during a test and I gave them stink eye that hopefully burnt permanent holes into their foreheads. They stopped immediately.
In the correspondence that I receive from the grad school I'm considering, they keep saying they want to help me with my "dream of becoming a teacher." It's bugging me bad. Being a teaching isn't a secret wish I've been nurturing for 30 years. They way they're phrasing it makes me wonder if I shouldn't go in this direction because that isn't my story. I'm worried that they're focused on one type of story.
The longer I spend in the classroom, the more I think I could really, really like teaching. I don't think I'd do it for free, and I do think it would feel like a job - it seems like there are some parts that are pretty hard. But I think it could be a job that I would enjoy and that could be satisfying. I wasn't sure I'd feel that way about teaching high school, and I definitely didn't get that from my first day of observation, so it feels good to be enjoying the experience. I'm really looking forward to next week.