Well, here it is: the future and ongoing chronicles of my teaching experience. I am currently in my 5th year of college, and starting my professional year in the schools with Fieldwork and Student Teaching before graduation in May. This is intense. This is serious. I'm terrified to teach and yet wonderfully excited. I wonder if every student teacher feels the same?
Teaching seems like a huge monster needing to be grappled with, but then I remember I know much more about it than I give myself credit for. After 4 years of education classes, theories, philosophies, practices and techniques, and observations galore, here I stand on the threshold of the real deal. I only hope all my dreams are realized... even if reality slaps my schoolgirl visions clear across the face.
The semester only just started a few days ago, but I already have a golden piece of encouraging advice: "change your consciousness from English student to English teacher." Yeah, that definitely feels AMAZING to realize!
As for the title of this blog, it might sound like some fantastical and imaginary story. The teacher who throws chalk is always unforgettable, and may have even become an archetype because of how many times the story is repeated. But I had the pleasure of having a real teacher who threw chalk across the classroom. It was only once, and it was to prove a point to get two students to pay attention instead of chatting while she was teaching. She was one of the best teachers I ever had: unforgettable, knowledgeable, charismatic. I'm counting on being that teacher myself... the one who students never forget, learn a lot from personally and professionally, and whose eccentricities become fond memories.
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"Throw Some Chalk!"