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  • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
    I fought it because I was told my entire life "teachers don't make enough to survive" and I wasn't sure I had the patience for stupidity. Upon hearing starting pay (more than my engr starting pay), I kept fighting to "use" my engr degree in a "useful" way, which obviously bombed.
    I'm kinda basing my strategy off several teachers I loved throughout school. The ones that kept you engaged whether you liked the subject or not. The ones that pushed you until you thought you'd given your best and then shoved you to make you do better, because they knew you could. The ones that took a poor bullied girl from Oak Cliff and turned her into the "take no shit" woman you see here today.
    I think I will enjoy it. I've loved tutoring. I love teaching people new things. The bright spots in my engineering career were the days I could hand knowledge down to the next generation. There's something about know I'm doing something that will affect the future (in a meaningful way) that tugs at me. That was a big reason I went into civil. Buildings and pipe systems long outlive their designers. Now I can actively touch (no, not that way) the future every damn day and impart new knowledge every damn day. Even better, I'll be licensed (eventually) in the things I have a passion in: physics and mathematics.
    That's not saying I'm walking in with clouds in my eyes about how everything and every day will be perfect. I'm well aware there will be hard days. I'm well aware there will be disagreements with policy (like No Child Gets Ahead.) I'm well aware there will be kids I just won't get through to, no matter how hard I try. But if I can convince just one kid that physics isn't a boring waste of their time, I'm happy.
    What you posted here is why you should succeed as a teacher. You are realistic in your expectations as a teacher, but you know you can impact lives. As one if my favorite teachers told me recently, "knowing that I have made an impact on one life in my years of teaching made my career choice a great one." She's been retired for about 10-12 years, but she now tutors ESL kids in town. Still one of the sweetest women I know.
    Georgette

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    • Thanks, Geo. That means a lot.
      Now, I'm getting concerned about the weight loss. It's still going down. This morning is my lowest adult weight: 109 lb. I measured myself. Roughly 20.5% body, upper end of the "athletic" range. (25.5" waist, 35.5" hips. 12" neck) I'm not athletic, by my definition. I don't go out my way to work out. Yes, I do housework and yardwork and such, but I spend my time on my ass, given the option. I generally only eat one meal a day, mostly because I'm not hungry enough for other meal.
      I remember having this issue as a kid: I couldn't keep the weight on. I ate and ate and ate, and couldn't get out of underweight/ lower end of acceptable. I wonder if suddenly having this issue again means that I'm finally on the right thyroid dose and my thyroid is as close to fixed as it's gonna get.
      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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      • How big is this one meal? If your thyroid is all hunky dory and you are under-eating, it would be be surprising if you're losing weight.
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        • Roughly 2/3 to 3/4 of a pound of meat, 1-3 cups veggies and 1-2 tbsp fat. Wow. I'm not even hitting 1000 cal most days. Time to figure out how to eat more.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • I met half my classes today.
            6th and 7th period was a decent batch of kids. There were a few budding engineers in each class and a few who had very little experience building anything. Most were right in the middle.
            8th period is definitely going to be a challenge. They're a bit of a wild bunch. Not bad kids, that I can tell, just full of energy and ready to let it loose because it's the end of the day. There are a couple of inclusion kids in there (special ed students that they're trying to adapt to regular classes with modified assignments.) I think I can identify one of them because he couldn't keep still and had a LOT of difficulty paying attention.
            There was also a little mini me in there. This girl is almost exactly as I was at that age. She's already talking about how I'm going to be her favorite teacher.
            I think they seemed to like me. Most of them seemed to like the idea that I (to take it out of the nicer phrasing) could be a cool teacher or the world's greatest bitch, depending on how they acted. They also seemed to like the idea that I'm willing to help them from the ground floor, if only they ask.
            I think this'll work.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • I had one of those knock down, drag out sob fests last night. The kind where you don't know why you're crying, or even what the straw that broke the camel's back was, but you're sobbing like the world could never be fixed. The kind where you can tell it's been building for a while, you break down because you've been too strong for too damn long, and after the storm clears, the world is back on it's axis.
              Went to the other school this morning. It'll definitely be more challenging than the other, I think. These students seem to care less. Then again, they haven't even had a decent sub yet this year, so maybe a decent teacher will do the job. I ended up doing an impromptu lesson (mass v. weight) for two of the 3 because the sub didn't have much to do and run out of stuff REALLY early in class. They seemed to grasp it. Unfortunately, they have statewide retesting/ districtwide senior stuff, so I'm not gonna get any teaching done my first week.
              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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              • Wow, this is hilarious. I hafta sit through a lesson on getting a teaching job. Mind you, I started my certification because I got the job. Most of the stuff in it is very "no shit," as in, have a professional e-mail address, make sure your references will only say positive things about you, and don't lie or overexaggerate.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • I sign my contract to teach on Monday! Well, I do that, and get fingerprinted, and drop off direct deposit paperwork. (I hadn't done it yet because it means going inside the bank to get the info, as BofA was kind enough to NOT send me checks when they switched my account number after a suspected fraud.) Hopefully, I'll get the sign on bonus, but somewhere in the paperwork mentioned it being certified teachers only, I think. Unless I get that sign- on bonus, Christmas will be REALLY tight on my end.
                  I'm dealing with something new: my brain won't shut up about work. "How am I gonna do this? How am I gonna do that? How will I get through to this batch of kids? How do I push this kid when her class is holding her back? How am I gonna do this lesson plan?" It's fun and frustrating at the same time.
                  Yes, Canio, my cert program has had me read several Harry Wong pieces. I'm about to go watch some of his shit on Youtube. Apparently, this man is the god of teaching.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • yeah, so they say. I found him to be pretty useless despite being forced to watch his videos three times.

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                    • Most of his stuff seems to be pretty touchy- feely "participation ribbon" based. I'm not sure I like that.
                      Went through and fixed or pinned the majority of my sewing pile. Two shirts and a sweater were deemed too large to really be tailored down without completely resetting the shoulders (my cut off point for tailoring a shirt.) THere might be more where I start going through and sewing the pinned pile.
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • I managed to resuscitate everything I set aside to tailor except for two button ups (I really loved that turquoise one, too), a cardigan, and a t shirt.
                        Things I still need to find: flat black boots, several colors of flats, blue boots, brown boots, turquoise button up, royal blue button up, and a plain black cardigan.
                        Tomorrow, I go in for fingerprinting, signing my contract, and hopefully getting my id.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Officially a district teacher! Yay!
                          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                          • fabulous
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                            "Our greatest foes, and whom we must chiefly combat, are within." Miguel de Cervantes

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                            • Originally posted by Pebbles67 View Post
                              fabulous
                              Congratulations!

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                              • Originally posted by vh67 View Post
                                Congratulations!
                                Indeed. Good luck in your new endeavor Naiad!

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