Happy Teacher

HAPPY TEACHER A Narrative reputation on Practice Teaching 2011- 2012 Maria Regina D. Gile My p atomic number 18nts would always state me how I dreamed of fair a teacher in the future. I would commonly be found holding a book and a pen, scribbling nearly n nonp atomic number 18ils and cutting off sheets of paper. A chalk and a board was my favourite, they would say, with interconnected pointing stick. I guess ever since, I find teachers so frightful and powerful and smart that made me want to be one. That was BEFORE not until now. Not today. I want to become a fashion designer, an upcountry designer, anything that has to do with the Arts. I love anything related to it.Colours, pegs, pencils, paintbrushes, everything. That is what I want. But you see, not all that we want, we get. This is what I want but Im pickings up what I dont want. BS Education. Well for one its because a lot of people look at it as a low commerce. Second, monetarily speaking, it does not tantamount to a ll the works to be done and efforts exerted. And lastly, my patience level? Err. Below Average. I cannot tolerate tardily learners, or mentally challenged ones, or whatever you call them. I honest am not comfortable with that. But fate brought me here. God brought me here. Although labored to accept, I had to.The first few historic period of me being an Education strain lessons-age child went quite well. I got high satisfactory grades, loved by teachers and gained friends. Everything was red ink well. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. Four years and I still havent shifted. Cool. And in my fourth year, the innate defining moment has finally arrived and that is to Practice Teaching- in an unfamiliar environment- only us- no covering- up. Oh great, I thought. I better ready myself. I cannot back out THIS IS A REQUIREMENT I NEED TO DO IT IN ORDER TO GRADUATE And so i did. I entered the room sheepishly with all eyes on me.Not to mention the snub murmurs children m ade and slight laughs. Boom- boom- boom My amount of money went. I was assigned to Grade 1 students. I can do this. So in the first few weeks, i observed and supervised classes but not really went to the act of teaching. Children would unremarkably approach me, asking me to open their biscuits, punch straws on their juices and fix their belts. It matte up good and that was quite odd. I neer opened myself to this perspective. Days went on and I realized i have memorized their names in on the dot a week. I would usually call out their names to tell them to keep quiet, to fall in line and to fix their things.Im lovin this i thought. What notwithstanding made me realize i could be in this concern is when students started giving me cute little heart shaped papers verbalise me how much they love me and how beautiful i am. These kids really know how to estimate every small little thing My presence, they say, makes them feel unattackable and that they never want me to go away. Isn t that sweet? Until finally i realized, i could be a teacher. I love kids, i love how they behave their gratitude, i love the classroom setting It makes me feel confident and safe and everything And from that moment, i realized i wanted to become a Grade- school teacher.Not because i am enforced in this course but because i want it. Yes, i want to become a teacher. My realization was even strengthened when i started teaching. At first i was extremely anxious(p) and uneasy because i do not know what to expect. Will they pick up to me? Will they learn from me? Can they adapt to my strategy? All of these questions kept running in my mind until one student approached me and gave me a hug. I needed that. I instantly felt at ease. It felt equivalent home. So i went on. The night before my teaching, i practiced and alert myself very well. From the motivation, presentation, lesson proper and all.I didnt want to fail. I need to strike my students, my critic teacher. So going back, whe n i started talk of the town in front, i find myself getting more energetic and excited. i love talking and this profession allows me to maximize my mouth muscles Great The kids started listening attentively, actively participated and they are getting excited too With this, i even thought, i am a great teacher I can arouse their interest, they are listening and my critic teacher is smiling It feels good and rewarding, honestly. All the things i have learned, i integrated, all the strategies taught, i applied and i utter to myself this is gonna be funAnd so, i always prepared lessons even ii days before and thought of different ways to motivate my students. I injected humor in my discussions that made the class lively, games to challenge the students, and riddles and more. It was fulfilling to see those languid students before were actively reciting and are motivated by me. I got so attached to all of them easily, taking care of them as if my own children. Theyre my little angels And everyday i look forward to see them in spite of the tedious works and deadlines. I know that becoming a teacher isnt easy. It requires a lot of patience and hard work and passion.And i am thankful to God for bringing me here. If i didnt give it a try, i wouldnt have seen the beauty of this profession. Thanks to St. capital of Minnesota too, for this practice teaching. It exposed me to an environment i would probably be relations with for the rest of my life and through this Pauline Education, not only has it moulded me as a professional but a teacher with a heart and values. Finally, with the practice teaching i have experienced, it served as an eye- opener that becoming a teacher is not bad at all. It is a fulfilling profession not only academically or professionally but a food for the soul.