I’m sitting in my boyfriend’s apartment, weeks after finishing up my preschool placement at the university lab school. All my final papers, projects, and artsy-farsty assignments have been turned in. Grades have been found out and I’m beginning my third week (out of 5) of winter break. I should be enjoying the relaxation, but I’m surprisingly nostalgic.
See, when I went to teach I knew who I was, knew what I was doing. Now, I sit on the couch with a cup of tea and don’t move for hours. It sounds nice, but after a few days I really wish I was back in the classroom. I catch myself at odd hours of the day thinking Man, they’re settling into nap time or Right about now they’re getting ready for morning group time. I miss my students. As cheesy as it sounds, I really believe I left a chunk of myself behind that final morning of student teaching. Ever since leaving I haven’t been the same – I roam around (or loaf around) without much purpose. Spending a day reading a book used to fill me with happiness, but now I can’t sit still long enough to finish a chapter! (Don’t worry sis, I’m still reading that book you got me!)
I miss my kids, but I also am quite thankful for them. I went into Early Childhood Ed on a whim, having no idea what I was getting myself into. Now, I don’t know who I would be without it. So, though I’m fairly certain none of their parents will ever see or read this, I’m thankful for each of the twenty of them for teaching me a bit more about who I am 🙂
Finally, my apologies at sucking with this blogging thing. I have no excuse, no I’ve been so busy with finals and the holidays and blah blah blah. I have only the fact that I haven’t been getting on here and posting. So, my new years resolution for 2014 is to post at least once a week. Those of you who know me/read this, hold me accountable!