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It's been five weeks since I've started working. My first day at work was January 15.
I feel a need to tell you about it. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I still remember being very nervous and a bit scared. I barely slept the night before (among other reasons, because I don't sleep well on Sunday nights). I believe that sleeping not so well made me feel a bit nauseous during the bus ride, but it was no big deal.
My fears were somewhat justified, because I've never had close contacts with young children before. I'm the youngest child in my family.
However, as soon as I've reached the school building and entered the teacher's room, I felt a million times better. All the teachers I work with greeted me with smiles and it helped a lot. I felt so good, full of enthusiasm and eager to start teaching.
I still remember the first four class I held (three classes with second-graders and one with fourth-graders). The children were great, and I felt so relieved. They seemed to like from the very beginning. I immediately began making a close connection with them, too. If nothing else, they liked the fact that they have a new English teacher.
They made drawings for me, asked me about my name, where I live and how I arrive to school.
I patiently answered each and every question. I listen to their small-talks and thanked for the drawings they made me. They always notice my clothes, my accessories, they walk across the street to say hi, wave to me when I enter the bus and always greet me on the school hall with a 'Hello teacher!'.
So, like I said, during the first day and up until now, I came to realize that my fears are completely irrational.
To me, it feels so great to be an elementary school teacher! Especially to teach such young students.
Teaching English is such a rewarding profession... :)
I feel a need to tell you about it. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I still remember being very nervous and a bit scared. I barely slept the night before (among other reasons, because I don't sleep well on Sunday nights). I believe that sleeping not so well made me feel a bit nauseous during the bus ride, but it was no big deal.
My fears were somewhat justified, because I've never had close contacts with young children before. I'm the youngest child in my family.
However, as soon as I've reached the school building and entered the teacher's room, I felt a million times better. All the teachers I work with greeted me with smiles and it helped a lot. I felt so good, full of enthusiasm and eager to start teaching.
I still remember the first four class I held (three classes with second-graders and one with fourth-graders). The children were great, and I felt so relieved. They seemed to like from the very beginning. I immediately began making a close connection with them, too. If nothing else, they liked the fact that they have a new English teacher.
They made drawings for me, asked me about my name, where I live and how I arrive to school.
I patiently answered each and every question. I listen to their small-talks and thanked for the drawings they made me. They always notice my clothes, my accessories, they walk across the street to say hi, wave to me when I enter the bus and always greet me on the school hall with a 'Hello teacher!'.
So, like I said, during the first day and up until now, I came to realize that my fears are completely irrational.
To me, it feels so great to be an elementary school teacher! Especially to teach such young students.
Teaching English is such a rewarding profession... :)
