My life has been absolutely crazy these past few months. Adjusting to college life & not having Amy breathing down my neck, living away from home. Not to mention we’re in the middle of a flipping pandemic! I go home for break on Wednesday & I’m staying home until January 20th or so. I decided to not come back to school after Thanksgiving break because nobody would be here. Campus would be deader (is that a word?) than it already is (because of the cold temperatures). So no thank you to that. I’m excited to be home but I have a feeling that will only last a week or so before I start to want to come back. Im just happy I won’t have to do much school at home so that relives some tension between Amy and I. I’ve also started calling her Amy and she isn’t a fan of it. I should call her mom but Amy is just what comes out. Who knows why. I’m mostly excited to go home and see Connor, my brother. Ever since I’ve been away at school, I’ve started to really miss him. I’m not sure if he feels the same but whatever I’m just gonna act like he does.
I’ve been student teaching at a local public elementary school in Decatur and I absolutely love it. I’m working with a second grade class and I really think second grade is the place for me. I’ve taught a total of two lessons so far and plan to teach two more next week. When I leave on Wednesday of next week I’m really going to miss the second grade kiddos. They call me Miss Jones and ask for my help sounding out a word and it just makes my heart melt. I’m getting a taste of my life career and I’m only 19. I think I wanted to become a teacher because of all the influential teachers in my life. My 4th grade teacher, my 8th grade LA teacher, my 10th grade LA teacher, and my high school SSD teacher. I know that’s more than most people but I’ve always had a relationship with my teachers. I haven’t found that teacher here at Millikin yet but it’s just a matter of time.