Taylor was a good girl

In an ode to one of my favorite singer/songwriter and new last name I choose to name my inaugural blog after a Jack Johnson song. When ever I listen to Jack Johnson's music I feel like I am on the beach. So with the beginning of the new school year, you will find me listening to his music with much more frequency than I had been through out the school year, purely for the relaxation of it.

Its actually rather ironic that I do like to listen to his music at all. Most people will attest to the fact that I really don't like the beach or the pool. I refuse to tan, I hate the hot, and I'm not a person to sit still for long pierods of time. Now don't get me wrong I love listening to the beach and I love sitting out on the beach at night. However, I can only sit at the pool for about an hour. That's it.

I recently figured out why I am such a freak of nature AND that I am not the only one who suffers with this disorder. In my group therapy, aka my old Saturday Issue and Trends class, I found out that it has to do with my personality. My assertive personality hates wasting time. My personality can only function when we have a clear purpose with objectives and goals, and apparently my personality sees no purpose to spending all day on a beach or sitting by the pool ....doing nothing...all...day... long.

There are not that many of us out there, especially in the teaching field. This I think most of all is why I get so very frustrated teaching younger students. For those who know me, you know that I've recently had to pick up an elementary school in my schedule. I am now teaching ELL to a K-2 group. You see my personality just doesn't function if you need to me be, as my father would put it, "all touchy-feely." I don't see the point. Which is why I make a perfect High School teacher. I don't care what your feelings are. Just do it- you know- like the nike commericals.

Anyway, the point is it has been very hard for me to re-aline my teacher format, if you will, to that of someone who has to "care" about the individuals feels inorder to get them to work. Expecially after having on her first day a kindergartener cry on her.

NOW, give me some credit! It wasn't totally my fault. The student in question has some MAJOR home issues and cries for their mainstream teacher as well... "Not MY fault"-I protested to my mom later that night. I just have to remember to be good girl, in the infamous words of Jack Johnson and remember that not every students appreciates my candid view on life.

Au Revoir!