So far, I dislike student teaching. I dislike it a lot. It is draining. It is in no way fulfilling. It is depressing and it is lonely. I don't enjoy waking up in the mornings because I know where I have to go. I don't like going to bed because I know I have to wake up and where I will have to go.
The kids aren't really the problem. Most are alright. Except one. I want to punch him in the face.
I won't, though.
I just want to.
My teacher is boring. She chants in a lost and wispy voice that makes me want to throw up. Her lessons have little to no point whatsoever. She must think each of her students is moronic. She can't control her kids. Whenever they act up, she screeches on about how she has a degree so they have to listen to her.
Really? Do kids respond to that? Aside from the obvious answer, no, I don't even think an adult would respond to that. Honestly. What does that self-righteous preaching do aside from make you sound arrogant?
The piece of paper you received does not give you immediate respect. It means you're supposed to be trained to be able to teach and, who knows, control those kids. Since you obviously can't control them and your boring-as-a-coma lessons are seemingly meaningless, then that piece of paper and your daily diatribes are just as meaningless, you walking paradox.
I don't really have much time to do anything fun anymore. Today I got smacked by an e-mail detailing the due dates of the fuck-massive workload I didn't realize we had on top of student teaching.It's discouraging.
The time to see Megan has been cut pretty drastically. It's lonely.
What am I doing?
And what was I thinking?