It has been my dream since I was a little girl to be a teacher. I loved walking into the classroom and seeing the rows of desks, the smell of freshly sharpened pencils, the smell of a brand new box of crayons, and the excitement of wondering what the new year will bring. Elementary was my home. Now, fast forward to high school....ehh...not so much. I could have lived without that part. Anyways! Being in a classroom is just pure joy and happiness for me. Getting to know the kids; even through the good and bad of their personalities. But, it has been a very hard struggle for me to get into the classroom. After student teaching, I was given the opportunity to work at the local library of the town I grew up in. Oh my goodness, throughout middle and high school, that was my home every Tuesday. I was in a teen group, and I met the most amazing people in my life. My best friend, Charlie, who is pretty much my sister, volunteered there as well. This is where we have the funniest memories and grew together as best friends. Also, it is the place where I met my husband. The library was my home. So, when this job offer came up, I couldn't refuse.
The Job: First Things First Fun Van.
Objective: To educate parents with children 0-5 years the importance of early literacy.
Job Description: To teach parents how to expand their child's early literacy, and get them prepared for Kindergarten. Also...we might have gotten off track a few times to talk about other parenting stuff. Haha!! Trust me!! Those parents taught me MORE about raising kids and how to become a great parent. Oh my goodness, I learned SO much from them, and probably learned more from them, then they did from me! haha!!
Anyways. I LOVED the job. I was home. I met the most amazing mom's and worked with the most amazing women. But, something inside of me was missing. The classroom. The smell of sharpened pencils, rows of desks, new backpacks, and the smell of new crayons. Another job came up, and I tried it out. I had a classroom, with kids from grades first to sixth. Loved it, but it wasn't a true classroom. But, I told myself, it is one step closer to where I want to be. A few months later after getting the classroom job, life changed in a blink, and CJ (my husband) and me moved to Nebraska. What a switch.
Here I was able to start with a clean slate and find my way into the classroom.
Problem: We moved up here a month before school started, so there were no teaching job openings or if there were, other teachers within the school or school district filled up the positions. Damn.
Solution: Become a substitute!!!
So, I applied to 2 school districts. One within the town we live in, and the other 20 miles west of town. That is a smaaaaallllllll farming school. I LOVE THE LITTLE SCHOOL! Everyone is so welcoming!! The pros to being a sub are, you get to teach all different grades and get to know all of the kids. Cons, it still isn't your own personal classroom. One you can decorate yourself, or make up the rules, or truly get to know the students. There have also been a lot of days I don't work. Since school started, I have worked 5 days. Since August. Yeah. Ouch.
There is nothing I can do about it. My husband and I are very stressed. Financially, it sucks. I get paid the first of every month. A big switch from getting paid every other week. But, we have to make due. There are nights I don't sleep because I am so stressed out, and hoping they will call me in.I have thought about getting a part time job, but thing again, if they call on a day they need me, I would have to say no, and that looks bad on my part. So, every night I pray SOOOOO hard a classroom will come available, and I can become the teacher that is screaming inside of me to get out.
Don't get me wrong, I love subbing, because I get to teach, but having my OWN classroom would make me feel complete.
So, in the mean time, I craft. A lot. I love making cards, book marks, and signs! Tomorrow I will post pictures of the crafts I have made so far :) Until then readers (or if anyone really reads this) good night. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment