three sleeps

The count down continues 1, two, 3 sleeps until I go home
4teen sleeps 'til Santa comes
2.five days of classes left
I am swimming in relief, teaching does not sound like the great life tragedy that it did a month ago. This morning I even had the urge to turn around and hug the classmate behind me. Optimism is slowly washing over me inside and out.
I am looking forward to taking the time to revamp my own philosophy of education, to reflect and compare it with the earlier versions. September’s was naively written with bright red apples in my eyes, the ones since have been clouded with negativity and a sense of hopelessness. Perhaps not in the words I used to express my thoughts but in the underlying animosity I carried inside of me. Now, with the light in the distance I feel a certainty that I have not experienced before and I can only hope that I manage to keep it in focus through the rest of my journey.
I had the opportunity to discuss who I am as an educator with James and it was the first time I have articulated what teaching is to me, how I view students, administration and curricula. Talking about all of these things helped me take inventory of many of the things I have learned, tools I have acquired, and feelings I have developed. All are very valuable and will be forever morphing to meet the needs of my classrooms.
I am reminded of why I am here and what I have worked so hard for. With practicum fast approaching I am encouraged by my successes over the past four months, both small and grand. All of them have, if nothing else, allowed me to realize that I can take on many responsibilities and be successful. I can handle various expectations that people have of me and I can come out in the end with a grin on my face and the urge to hug everyone who fought with me in battle. Only four short months to go...
no more tear jerking country ballads for this girl, Christmas carols all the way hoooooooommmmmmmme!!!