In last night's nightmare, I had somehow been re-assigned to teach kindergarten. The whole scenario so terrified me that I woke up in a cold sweat. In the dream, I immediately started planning to leave the country. The only rational response, huh?
|She's smiling...but on the inside she's dying.|
I really am built for 8th grade teaching and have never wanted to teach any others. (As an aside, when strangers ask what I do and I tell them, they are almost universally horrified, as in "8th graders? Why would you do that to yourself?") Since I substitute taught before I began my full-time work, I have experienced the full range of ages and subjects and know that I am in the right place.
I subbed high school. Once.
I subbed in a P.E. class, also once, after ingloriously being pounded in the head by an errant tether ball.
I subbed assorted elementary classes quite a few times, until, no doubt overwhelmed by the constant questions and the frequent corrections, ("That's not the way Mrs._______does it.") I literally fainted. Very undignified.
And I can say that although there have been challenges, I have not yet fainted, nor been hit with a ball in my years of teaching 8th grade. Definitely signs that I am in the right place.