This week was the end of the grueling process of applications for internships. All I can hope is that this year I get a position so I won’t have to go through it again. My FT job certainly doesn’t seem to bring me as much joy as my casual teaching job on Saturday mornings. There are always those moments on Saturday morning that almost makes me not want to go because I’m so tired.
Last week, I was teaching the youngest kids (aged 4 or 5), because the one who typically does wasn’t there as she had to study for finals (she’s in high school and doing this for community hours to graduate). This week, I was back with teaching my usual group, the 2nd oldest and aged 8 or 9. As I was reviewing the last chapter with the usual group, one suddenly goes “Tammy, when are you going to teach us to write our names?”
Seeing how they were just about done, I figured it was a good time to teach them. To make my life even easier, the kid who had to catch up with the writing since she wasn’t there last week was pretty comfortable writing her name. As I was learning it myself first so I don’t screw over the writing, I noticed that one of the kids’ registration form never contained the name. Read more…
