Middle school experience certainly added another piece to the puzzle called "teaching identity." At first I didn't like the idea of being there at all, I wanted high school students; the ones that are supposed to act mature but necessarily don't and the literature in the classroom. Who knew I'd be missing tha cannon of English literature. Shakespeare gone, Emily Dickinson, Poe and Achebe made the middle school feel like it was missing an essential ingredient for me. By the end of my time there and after teaching nine classes I left not despising it but knowing that it is not where my teaching spirit lies.
I mostly left with more classroom management experience, a new teacher friend and memories from students that inevitably touched my heart in a short amount of time. Beyond the challenges and the negative shadow that lies above the teaching world, I still wish to become someone within that world despite what others have to say. As the road comes to an end more criticism arises and the thought of it being true is preparing me to shine my armor, have the right tools and inevitably endure in the battles that will come. For now I look forward to the upcoming break so I can get back to enjoying my family. The end of January will surely come with a lot to take in as I transition into the new phase....Student Teaching.
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