This week was a little bittersweet because it was my last math lesson. This week, I saw that I was progressing. In a variety of ways, both emotionally and physically, as well as intellectually. It took me half as long to complete a lesson plan when it typically hours and hours. My ideas were clearer and I was more organized. At the same time, I was concerned that I was doing something incorrectly. But I think it's simply that the fact that I've done it four times already, and this being the fifth, made it simpler to do because I was getting comfortable with it. My topic was division. And I believe it went well. Normally, I'm quite anxious, and my anxiety gets the best of me. But not this time; this time, I felt confident I was more secure in the lesson plan I had designed, despite the fact that my math skills aren't always the best. The closer we go to the finish, the more difficult it becomes to consider not meeting on Thursdays.
I've grown accustomed to the class routine and seeing the kids every Thursday. Becoming an educator was possibly the best decision I could have made. I love what I do, I love my surroundings in the schools, and I love the sense of accomplishment you get when they comprehend you and learn something new. In terms of improvement, I'm quite sure I still have a long way to go, but I can honestly say that I'm a lot better than I was when I first started. I'm more confident, I'm more knowledgeable, and I'm more aware of my surroundings. And it is something I am certain I could say.
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