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Retrospective
Reflection
The
fact
that
Im
even
writing
this
paper
right
now
is
already
bizarre.
The
fact
that
I
spent
an
entire
semester
of
stressing,
panicking,
loving
and
cherishing
my
internship,
the
fact
that
my
first
ever
class
is
now
over,
the
fact
that
I
dont
get
to
see
the
twenty
students
who
kick-started
my
career
of
teaching
every
week
is,
well,
just
that:
bizarre.
It
was
a
whirlwind
of
a
semester,
both
in
school
and
in
my
personal
life,
but
I
can
say,
with
affirmation,
that
applying
for
this
position
was
the
best
decision
Ive
made
in
my
four
years
here.
I
cried,
I
laughed,
I
was
encouraged
and
I
was
disappointed.
I
was
upset,
I
was
joyous,
I
was
annoyed
and
I
was
humbled.
I
was
everything,
sometimes
all
at
once,
but,
above
all,
I
was,
and
am,
proud.
There are three moments that prominently stand out from my Section 65
teaching
experience.
The
first
was
definitely
a
surprise,
coming
in
the
form
of
a
simple
e-mail
from
one
of
my
students.
It
was
early
on
in
the
semester,
right
around
that
time
when
I
knew
the
names
of
all
my
students,
but
didnt
know
them.
I
could
pair
names
to
faces
if
I
reminded
myself
of
the
little
hints
I
had
created
for
myself
the
first
week.
I
was
still
drowning
in
stress,
holding
myself
to
a
standard
I
wasnt
sure
I
could
ever
meet.
I
would
arrive
to
my
class
over
an
hour
early
just
to
shuffle
my
papers,
whisper
the
entire
lesson
plan
to
myself,
fix
the
desks
once,
twice,
three
times
then
put
them
back
to
how
they
were.
It
was
during
this
time
of
my
semester,
during
this
seemingly
bottomless
pit
of
impossible
expectations,
that
John,
one
of
my
students,
e-mailed
me.
I
knew
John.
He
was
one
of
my
most
vocal
students,
sometimes
even
talking
too
much
at
the
beginning,
and
I
was
already
panicked
about
what
his
e-mail
would
contain.
Was
I
too
harsh
when
I
told
him
he
needed
to
let
others
speak?
Was
I
cruel
when
I
cut
off
his
presentation
because
he
went
over
time
and
class
had
mere
moments
left
until
the
bell?
Retrospectively,
these
were
all
ridiculous
thoughts.
But
having
never
been
in
front
of
my
own
class
before,
having
never
truly
understood
the
anxiety
that
can
go
into
teaching,
I
was
assuming
all
the
worst
possible
outcomes.
Im
a
human
being;
I
want
to
be
liked
by
other
human
beings!
I
was
incredibly
nervous
clicking
open
the
e-mail,
worried
I
mightve
received
that
would
vanquish
my
hope
to
be
at
least
somewhat
liked
by
my
students.
And,
thankfully,
I
was
wrong.
Extremely
wrong,
even.
John
had
taken
the
time,
late
into
the
evening,
to
find
my
e-mail
address
the
class
received
that
first
week,
then
proceed
to
write
a
formally
addressed
message,
all
simply
to
ask
me
about
semicolon
usage.
That
means
exactly
what
it
looks
like:
he
wanted
to
know
about
;
that
guy.
At
10
PM,
less
than
24
hours
before
he
couldve
just
asked
me
in
class.
I laughed and promptly responded. And while this seems like a relatively
The second goal I had was to ensure that that wall stayed down. No
The last stand-out moment actually came from a little interview video some
of
my
students
helped
me
with.
I
had
one
international
student
this
semester,
well
call
him
Max,
who
was
instrumental
in
the
achievement
of
my
third
goal
with
his
answer
to
one
of
my
interview
questions.
Hearing
that
not
one,
not
two,
not
three,
opportunity
that
would
have
better
prepared
me
for
my
teaching
career
than
this
one.
I
have
developed
my
organizational
skills,
my
time
management,
my
public
speaking,
my
patience,
even.
My
favorite
has
been
the
development
of
handling,
as
my
family
calls
them,
Oh,
shoot!
moments.
Those
moments
when
the
projector
stops
working
during
a
technology-based
class,
those
moments
when
you
forgot
to
respond
to
a
time-sensitive
e-mail
from
one
of
your
students,
those
moments
when,
to
be
honest,
you
did
not
fully
prepare
for
that
days
class.
The
Oh,
shoot!
moments.
At
the
end
of
the
day,
however,
I
think
its
handling
those
moments
that
forms
you
to
become
the
best
possible
version
of
yourself.
Life
isnt
smooth;
its
created
of
bumpy,
twisting,
mind-boggling
paths,
each
one
daring
you
to
follow
it.
And,
guess
what?
Nine
times
out
of
ten
you
choose
the
Oh,
shoot!
path.
Its
these
moments,
however,
that
help
shape
us,
that
give
us
insights
on
what
not
to
do
next
time.
Im
very
happy
to
say,
I
didnt
have
too
many
of
those
moments.
But,
as
for
the
ones
I
did,
Im
actually
happy
they
happened.
One
particular
instance
happened
during
our
Registration
week.
I
had
had
multiple
exams
and
papers
due
the
week
leading
up
to
and
following
that
lesson
plan,
so
I
didnt
get
my
couple
of
hours
in
on
Sunday
to
make
my
PowerPoint
presentation,
to
go
over
the
plan,
to
add
little
jokes
here
and
there.
I
had
ten
minutes.
Ten.
I
got
to
class
later
than
usual,
and
scrambled
to
make
a
somewhat
cohesive
presentation
that
would,
at
the
very
least,
guide
me
a
little
bit
as
I
was
struggling
to
come
up
with
somewhat
intelligent
statements.
Well,
it
didnt
work.
I
decided
honesty
was
the
best
and
is
always
the
best
route
to
take,
and,
at
the
ring
of
the
bell,
I
informed
my
students
that,
unfortunately,
I
was
not
really
prepared
that
day.
That
was
a
lesson
learned.
I
was
ashamed
admitting
that
to
my
class,
as
that
was
the
first
time
it
had
happened.
I
rolled
through
anyway,
undoubtedly
out
of
sheer
distress,
and
even
went
over
our
allotted
class
time
for
no
reason.
It
was
a
messy
day.
I
was
definitely
on
the
Oh,
shoot!
path,
and
I
definitely
needed
to
get
off
of
it.
So
that
day,
I
went
home,
did
some
research,
and
spent
over