As of yesterday, I am officially a student Teaching Assistant. After sitting here for 3 and 1/2 years of not getting any kind of full-time work, and having no idea how to get into full time work without British qualifications, I’ve decided to just start over.
For the next year I will be volunteering at a Primary School two days a week, then attending class once a week. It’s frustrating to not be in charge of the classroom when I have some clue how things should go, but I know I don’t miss the stress of the grading and lesson planning. Also, by being a TA, I can see how class is conducted from a different standpoint. Since I’m working with small groups of kids, I can get a better idea of what the assignments do, and how kids deal with them.
All in all, I’m really glad I started this because I had never been through a teacher training course like this. In Florida they just threw you in a classroom and watched you sink. Plus, I’ve been in the house for a year. When I left the Primary school stint last June, I was was bored to death and wondered how I’d ever survive being at home every day. The, of course, I got use to it and was happy to get my writing done. Now that I’ve been out doing things, I forgot how much I miss being busy and useful.
At least now, I hope, I can brush off the days of school and get back into my writing. I have the introvert thing where I have to recover from socialisation before I can feel like myself again. It takes me a while to settle back into the Writing Time mode.
Steve’s also been home with a cold for two days, poor guy, so we’ve been in the house today as well. The weather had been sunny, rainy, and sunny again. Spring just can’t make up its mind.