Time's almost up. We're entering the last week of Institute, and I couldn't be more relieved. And panicked.
I'm excited to leave and go somewhere where I can cook my own meals, sleep in until at least 9 a.m., and breathe. Lots of breathing. Lots of free time and free space. And studying for the PRAXIS. But that's a small price to pay for freedom.
And yet, with all this excitement about regaining some semblance of sanity and life back, I'm also two hairs shy of all-out panic. Institute is a relatively comfortable bubble of structure and more support than you could ever ask for. Corp member advisors, faculty advisors, curriculum specialists, literacy specialists, school managers, and fellow corps members are everywhere, available to help in any situation and answer any question. It's an incredible support system that I'd have to be crazy not to appreciate.
And now I'm about to lose most of it. Not all of it, mind you. The program directors (PDs, our mentors) in Alabama are awesome and I'm excited to work with them. And even having PDs is more support than the regular individual who graduates from college with an education degree and sets forth alone to be a teacher. Bless their brave souls. But even so, we're still being thrust into the world of teaching soon, to flounder and find our way.
Should be an interesting first few months of teaching, that's for sure.
- Officially Moved In
- Out of Service
- Officially Hired
- Po' Monkey
- Refreshed and Renewed
- Khan Academy = Lifesaver
- . . .
- The Ruleville Mural
- Things I Never Thought I'd Say -- #1
- Closing Ceremonies at Delta State
- Happy Belated Fourth of July!
- Entering the Home Stretch
- My Fourth of July Weekend Part 2: New Orleans
- My Fourth of July Weekend Part 1: Swamp Tour
- Headed to the Bayou
- Shameless Request
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