The reality of summer coming to a close and student teaching starting just hit me like a heavy worn-out backpack being placed on my weary back. (Luckily, for the last time!) Where have the days of flip-flop tan lines and laying on the floor melting in the humid heat gone? Reading the e-mail from my mentor teacher was a black and white reminder of my new shoes to fill. What if the shoes are too big or not comfortable enough? Or what if the shoe is a perfect fit and compliments every outfit? I am going in with my head held high--I have experience (substituting) and wisdom (BYU... and SLCC... and life!) and support (Casey, Mom, Hannah... just to name a few! The list is countless!!!) and faith (this is the key--I know I would not survive without a loving Heavenly Father!).
I remember walking up and down the halls, looking at the thin, yellow lockers, and interpreting my class schedule for the first time at my 7th grade Back to School night. I was so unsure of what the future would hold. Would I make any friends? Would I get lost in the school? Would I be swamped in homework? Would I have time for hobbies? And now 8ish years later, I am faced with my first Back to School night again next week. Although the roles have changed, the questions remain. Will I earn the respect of my students? Will I understand my classroom? Will I be successful in composing elaborate lesson plans? Will I ever see my husband?
Although there is no way to know what the future holds, I can reflect on my 7th grade experience with the hope of being able to draw the same conclusions. I fell in love with it! I met my (eternal) best friend. I found the shortcuts through the building. I scheduled my time. I participated in so many extra curricular activities. I have full confidence that my future of being a teacher will be equally rewarding to that of being a student!