When I Became A Real Teacher

When I was doing my student teaching, kids would ask all the time, “Are you a real teacher yet?  When will you be a real teacher?”  I’d usually respond, “What?  Because I’ve been faking it so far?”

But here’s a better answer:

When I started student teaching, I wasn’t as scared of those classes full of teenagers as I was of all those blank calendar days needing lesson plans.  “Sixteen weeks!” I thought.  “How will I fill up all that time?  What the heck will I do for sixteen weeks?” 

About halfway through, though, my thinking changed.  “Eight weeks!”  I thought.  “How can I possibly get everything done in just eight more weeks?”

That’s when I became a real teacher.

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