Way back when, I used to be a night owl. I would come home from work at either 10 or 11 at night (depending) and then stay up until 1 in the morning because it took me a long time to wind down. Because of this odd schedule, it wasn't unusual for me to be in bed until 9 or 10am and get up just in time to watch The View. Now? I'm in bed at 10 (10:30 at the latest) and get up at 6 in the morning (at the latest).
It's amazing how things change.
And just today, from out of the blue, as I was e-mailing a few different people, an errant thought popped into my head: I am really happy. This thought popped into my head and it wasn't a normal, conscious thought. It was almost as if it just was and it wanted me to know that it existed.
Yesterday wasn't the best day I have had student teaching. It actually was probably the second worst day. My lesson tanked and I learned a lot about why it tanked and what I could (and should) have done differently. In the moment that it exploded, I became the kind of teacher I never wanted to be--and I didn't like it the least bit.
It was my first full week of student teaching. I didn't teach a whole lot, but I did teach more than I had and overall, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I woke up early every morning, drank my coffee, made copies, helped my kiddos, working on my classroom management, and yes, got supremely frustrated.
And I'm happy.
This sure beats waiting tables.
