Oh hello blog. Sorry we forget to feed you with words, pictures, and videos. We are young, busy, very self involved parents. You understand don’t you.
I quit my job two fridays ago to start preparing for my new job: High school teacher. This postion is causing some anxiety before I even start. I did NOT study education in college. I have no student teaching experience nor do I follow a “philosophy of education.” However, I was a liberal arts major. I graduated college without a clear vision of what I wanted to do, or how I was going to do it. My only ambitions lied in possibly coming up with a brilliant original screenplay (I didn’t) or a few equally brilliant spec scripts for tv sitcoms (then I realized I would have to spend a lot of time watching television). Also, Los Angeles? No thanks. A friend’s uncle once asked me what I wanted to do. I replied “something creative.” You might have thought I said “be President” from the laughter it elicited from adults. Indeed, my first few jobs were soul suckers with no room for creativity. Frustrated, I followed the path of many other liberal arts majors I know and easily secured employment at a private institution that doesn’t care for such petty things as experience, philosophy, or fundamental understanding of education.
I have been going to orientations and workshops the past two weeks. These run the gamut from getting me acquainted with the school to understanding discipline and effective teaching methods. It was at one of these orientations recently that I witnessed something very disturbing, sad, and (because I’m weird) funny. And I’m sure if any parents saw it, they would find it infuriating.
