All good things must come to an end.
It is understatement that I didn't want to come home.
I especially didn't want to have to deal with subzero temperatures (although there isn't more snow) or having to go to work tomorrow.
I've hosted a student teacher for the past month and it has become more work than I had bargained for. It's like having another larger, more needy student, not another adult. I just finished writing an interim report that outlines all of her shortcomings.
Suffice it to say that I will have a very unhappy person in my midst come Tuesday morning.
Is there an easy way to tell someone that their French is crap and they have no classroom management?
I don't have a problem telling little kids what they can do better, but a thirty-four year old mature student?
Yup, I'm having difficulty.
I'm having a particularly hard time since I've tried to tell her in many different ways what she can do to improve, but she doesn't listen (or isn't able to?). My gut says that she isn't 100% invested in becoming a teacher.
And that really bothers me.
I love being a teacher. I love my students. I also believe that God called me to my profession.
My student teacher.
Not so much.
And it really bothers me that one day she will get a job and will teach little kids. And they'll see right through her.
It also really sucks that I'm responsible for telling her this sad truth.
Have I mentioned that she is my first student teacher? And I almost begged to have one?
Honestly, why do I feel like God is having a good chuckle on my behalf?
p.s. Happy St. Paddy's Day!