I don't know what it means to be a teacher - I also don't know what it means to be a duck or an airplane painted blue so it blends in with the sky... or a rock either, for that matter. What I do know is what it feels like to be someone about to become a teacher and having no idea what it is going to be like.
Terror, horror, awful screams somewhere off to my left.
I really want to succeed at this, that much I am sure of. I've also become increasingly aware that I'm not really alone during any part of this, some very nice people have come along to provide their expertise and advice.
So, step one. Tonight I'm going to try and set up a meeting with my mentor teacher to sit down and discuss her plans for this semester and what the fundamentals of teaching eighth grade really are.
wish me luck
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