Undergrad again

I’m working on getting a certification to teach English as a Second Language.  Sort of by choice.  Sort of by default.  Ten years ago German disappeared, eaten by budget cuts.  So I moved to French only.  Now French is threatened.  The grapevine has it that, as our district moves to be one of the few all International Baccalaureate districts, the MYP (middle years program) will require every student learn a second language.  (There is dancing among the world language teachers.)  Budget considerations, however, seem to indicate that there will be only one second language–Spanish.  French teachers circle the wagons and start contacting parents.  Oh yes, Chinese, assuming we continue to get grant money…

Anyway, on to my point.  I’m teaching full time and taking three grad classes to finish up my certification.  I need to continue to be employed full time because I like having a house, clothes, a car and food.  Seems silly to quit eating at my age, but asking for an Incomplete in at least one of them seems a good bet now.  Still not to my point.  Getting there.

In the first meeting of one of the classes, we did the getting to know you thing.  Why are you in this class, what are you going to teach.  My turn.  I’ve been teaching French and German at the middle school for a long time.  Instructor urges: Oh, come on, how long.  Okay.  I do the math.  Thirty-five years.  Astonishment from the young things around me.  “I wasn’t even born yet.” “What were education classes like in the olden times.”  “oh, grandma, tell us a story about the olden days.”  No, they didn’t say the last one.  I bet they thought it.

In any case, I’ve now made my first PowerPoint presentation and am struggling with putting together a portfolio. (Can I just take a test or write a paper, please?  We did that in the olden days.)

But hey, I’m still here, still teaching, and still trying to learn new things about teaching.  Let me know how it’s going for you in 35 years, young things! (I’ll probably still be teaching.  It’s a habit that’s hard to break.)

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