October 25, 2013 by ebostick1212
I am not going to put this lightly. Being an classroom assistant in Sevilla was light years easier than most other things I have done. I would show up, speak some English, have some coffee in the break room, and head home. I learned a lot, but it wasn’t particularly challenging. I taught things, but I didn’t manage the bulk of the work. In that sense, I didn’t really consider myself a ‘real’ teacher.
Well, now I am a ‘real teacher’, with textbooks, and meetings, and parent teacher conferences. By comparison, it is one of the most difficult things I have been put up against. I run my own classroom, with my own rules. I plan everything down to the last detail, and spend most of my nights on my sofa, watching Hulu while grading Spanish grammar.
Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t a bad thing at all. In fact, I really love it, but after life in Spain, it was a shock to the system. What do you mean I have to be up before the crack of dawn?!
They say your first year teaching is the hardest. I can’t say I disagree. These last few months I have run the emotional gamete from seeing students have their ‘aha!’ moment, to hiding in the bathroom to wipe away a few tears after a particularly tough class. My whole life revolves around my planner, and it isn’t close to letting up.
I am teaching two languages this year. Spanish and French. Slipping into Spanish feels like putting on an old pair of well-broken in shoes. After recent year in Spain, it just feels right. It has been awhile since I have gotten to use my French, and sometimes when I speak, it feels like a rusty bicycle chain. Though, with every new unit, I am regaining some of the fluency I lost.
I know I can do this. I know I will get through this year. I am exhausted, physically, emotionally, and spirtually, but I will get through it. I become a better teacher with each passing class, and I will only continue to get better. I have earned the right to call myself ‘Ms. Bostick’.