Work Experience =)

Starting in about grade ten, i took a course called work experience. I had no clue what it was and i didn’t really have any interest in taking it. I went to see the teacher that held the course, her name was Mrs. Harrington. She explained to me what the point was in the course. So she told me i had to pick a place that i wanted to do my W.E in. I ended up just randomly choosing to do it in the school right next to ours, John Wilson Elementary. She placed my in a kindergarten class.

    The next day i had to go and meet with the teachers that i would be assisting. I had to help out in two kindergarten classes, and there were three teachers. One of the classes taught by Mrs. Bliss, who happened to be the principal of the school, and the other teacher of that class, was Mrs. McKinney. The teacher of the other class i was helping in was Mrs. Ible. On Mondays, Wednesday, and Fridays i was helping in Mrs. Bliss’s room, and when the kids didn’t have school and she didn’t have anything for me to do, i would go next door and help out in Mrs. Ible’s class.

In the beginning i didn’t have much of a role in the class, but as the weeks went along i became more and more involved. The kids were starting to warm up to me, they all called me “Miss Britney” and would start coming up to me, asking me to play with them at centers and help them when they needed it during their class time. Now Mrs. Bliss must have noticed that i really enjoyed working with the children, so every day she would have more things for me to do that involved working with the kids. I would work one on one with some of the children that needed a little more assistance with some of the class work. I would also sit in the back of the class room and have them read to me what they could and i would help them with the words they didn’t know and couldn’t pronounce. The children got so comfortable with me there, that they would even come to me if they had a problem or needed advice on how to solve something. I got so attached to these kinds and the teachers and the other T.A that i wasn’t quite ready to leave at the end of the semester. I ended up asking to be in the same class again the next term so i could finish out the year with them. I loved working with that class, and in that school. I ended up going back every year until there were no more credits i could earn for it.

That experience was the reason that i want to become a teacher. I absolutely loved working with the children, and helping in the classes. When i see their light go on, and they get it, whether it’s a math question or even something as simple as being able to read a whole book to me, it’s one of the most amazing feelings. I knew right away that that was the career i was going to be most happy in.