Story #344: Teaching never felt so good

I love my students. Now that I am no longer their teacher, I feel that I can say that without putting a jinx on it. You know, sometimes when you say you love something, and after a while you find out how rotten that thing/person is because you've jinxed it.

Ok, so my practicum is over. 10 weeks flew by pretty fast. I remember dreading teaching a bunch of students who are my age or older than I am. I was so worried that they would mock my English and ask me some questions about grammar that I have no clue how to answer. I was half-right. They did ask me grammar-related questions that I didn't know how to answer (I turned to my mentoring teacher, instead. Very sleek, am I not?), but they did not mock me or distrust me because I am not a native speaker of English. *speaking of native speaker, on the day I presented my senior paper at BYUH, one of my professors came and told me that I spoke like a native. My other professor overheard it and he was like "What? You said she sounded like a native American?" That professor was Dr.Han. No, Dr. Han, he meant I spoke like a native speaker of English, not American Indian.

So my students gave me great feedback about my teaching. All of them said that they loved my teaching style and they thought I was really smart and funny and creative. There were a few of them that said I was perfect. I was more than flattered. I wanted to scream on the top on my lungs on the tallest building of the world that I love being a teacher. I don't want to jinx it because this was the first class I taught and they loved me because they were all really kind and sweet Mormons.

Anywho, we had a farewell party and although it was a short party, it was awesome. These are my sweet students. I look like a pregnant lady in this picture and my face is so fat that my eyes appeared to be slits! I hate me.