I have dreamed of teaching in school, of being a teacher, of being able to touch kids or teenagers lives and either change them or make sure that they have the best of my own experience and knowledge as much as i can give
Now I'm here, running to classes, running to labs, running for the next day, making sure that tomorrow i have something for my kids, albeit something for their minds or for their own emotions or for their own lives. I have 2 beautiful, different, active classes to teach this practicum, both are different in maturity, different in their knowledge, and different in their proficiency.
One class, form 1, fantastic class..from the first day, i felt their enthusiasm. I'm not sure if it was because i was a practicum teacher which meant fun classes or if i just came off just as enthusiastic as they were. It was vibrant, it was alive, it was noisy of course but it was responsive.
Imagination was running wild! like their imagination was flying through the roof..but the problem is not students where they dont want to learn or where the students are too lazy to learn or just don't care..
the problem is in.....the system..
Later:~
