Currently I'm filling in for a core French teacher. I have 8 classes a day, most are 30 minutes in length. I'm jumping in right in the middle of the year, into things the teacher was already doing. She gave me a few papers and worksheets I could do. I may only be here for a few more days, but I may have two or three weeks.
And I can't help myself. We are making a movie.
It's a big project. It will take lots of planning on my part and serious focus on the student's part. But already today, on the first day, I had kids asking if they could have "more french classes." I had some excited for a double french period I swung with their teacher. I've increased my workload but I can't help it. It's just the sort of teacher I am. It's my passion and I'm bringing it into the class to teach them french.
With a whole book of worksheets I could easily be photocopying and handing out the next page in the book for the next month (or longer.) But I couldn't do that as a teacher anymore than I would like it as a student.
I feel like I'm bursting. I've been asked to join a small group of teachers who are passionate about project based learning. My bedtime reading is pamphlets and books and videos of other schools operating in the margins like this. I'm in contact again with my own grade five teacher who taught this way and inspired my entire view of education. If you ask, I will go on at length. In fact, I apologize to all of you who will have to bend a listening ear. I can't keep it all in.
Some days it kills me that I've got to wait two years (while getting my degree) until I can run with a class of my own. Other days I can't wait to have 29 other people whose ear's I can chew off. I'm grateful for this new group I'll meet on Thursday. My "tribe" (love their term). Passion is pouring out of me. I'm buzzing and bursting and floating and hitting the ground running. I can't help it.