Friday, October 11, 2013

Week 5 of my long practicum

Happy Thanksgiving flowers?! Okay! Yes, this is the third bouquet since I started. I feel special.



Homeless lunch and lunch items at the end of EVERY day. So goes the sad life of our lunch basket. I feel disgusted.



My ESL students made cranberry sauce from scratch and served me some on a cracker. It was delicious! I feel thankful.



And of course, a witty corny joke left as a note for me on my desk. It really made my day. I feel appreciated.



I decided to break the "every other week" routine of my posts because this week was filled with so many good things, I just had to share. I love flowers in the classroom because it reminds me that we nurture the students so that they can bloom. If we neglect them they will wither... or rot, like forgotten lunches in the lunch basket. And even students, who at first seem to struggle, can achieve success as delicious as homemade cranberry sauce.

And, frankly, I just love a good corny joke.

One of the best parts of this week was when I was teaching tinikling (a traditional Filipino dance) to my students during P.E. I was genuinely worried that they would not want to do it. But lo and behold, all 30 of them got up and gave the first 8 counts a try. By the end of it, they were all hopping over my "bamboo sticks" (laid out skip ropes) and were working on the first 16 counts! I get all warm and fuzzy when I see them genuinely enthusiastic about anything I teach, but their participation in dance is even more special to me.

They like me! They really do!

Saturday, October 05, 2013

Practicum after week 4

My latest bi-weekly installment of my practicum photo journal. Enjoy!


Fresh flowers for a new week.




"Need a pencil? Just don't forget to return it!" (I still have them all... so far!)




One of my lunches. I call it "oval bento", inspired by all my friends who make actual themed bento lunches for their kids. You know who you are! ;)




Symbolic of my practicum: I take the bus every day, I reflect every day.




After a long week of conferences with the students' parents, I decided to treat myself to a slice of butter chicken pizza, as per the suggestion of one of my students. It complimented my bacon-pep-mushroom slice deliciously.




I have been at "80% - full immersion" these last two weeks. My S.A. insists that I'm really at 100% because the few blocks she's kept require not much more than supervising the students (ex. Class meeting, reading with grade 1 buddies). Whatever it is that I'm at, I feel just fine. Everything is fitting like an old shoe.

As each week ends, I get more sad. I don't want this fun to end!