I had an interesting day today. I'm student teaching in a 5th grade gifted class room. Love my kids, love my teacher, love my university supervisor, really love teaching, actually.
Today was a hard day tho. One little girl (E) had a breakdown because her best friend (like, holding-hands-at-recess-best-friend) and another girl in the class went to the Hannah Montana concert. Well, E told me that it was NOT b/c of Hannah Montana, but it totally was and she was so upset b/c she was jealous and mad and then guilty for being jealous (being a girl blows sometimes). So she started bawling in the middle of reading and I had to take her out to calm her down. She did much better after her cry, sometimes you just gotta.
But this afternoon I taught science and we did a model of the water cycle with dirt in tubs and plastic wrap and hot water and ice packs and my supervisor (JJ) was here. It went well enough, but very tiring and then I was talking to JJ afterwards and started to cry b/c I want to be perfect. But I'm not. And if my mistakes would only bite me in the butt, that would be ok, but I don't want to let my students down.
So, crying the morning, crying in the afternoon, crazy ADHD boys, and now to master teacher's house for a party.
And all I want is a big Boyfriend Hug.