It was sad to hear that Joe Nuxhall had died. I still remember going to Riverfront with my Dad. I'd carry my little league baseball mitt, hoping to catch a fly. But Nuxhall's famous saying shares a little bit with my education right now. There are only a little over two weeks left until the end of the semester.
Although I'm happy that I'll soon be student teaching, it isn't without a little bit of anxiety that I head into the final weeks of this semester. I have so many things due, I have to teach one lesson, and I have yet to start on my Pro II portfolio. Add to that mix the housekeeping issues of getting a physical, filing for graduation, and trying to line up my student teaching abroad thingie, and I can feel my blood pressure rise.
The lesson I'm to teach, is on Thursday, but I haven't a clue as to what it's going to be over. I'm hoping to use one of my midterm unit plan lessons, but...
There's also a little trepidation as to my student teaching placement. I'll be in a school with great test scores, so I know I'll need to kick it up a notch. Right now, however, I'm feeling a little burnt. Much of this semester has been running on adrenaline and fueled by caffeine. I just hope I can muster what it takes to finish well--because it's not merely my GPA but my students' education that's at stake since I am to do some of the teaching.
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I'm couting down the days with ya. I can't wait for finals to be over and a 4 week break. Hope all is well and that you have a strong finish.
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