March 30, 2011
I remember when I worked in Oxford (back in da day). I was a blubbering-first-year-teacher-mess the biggest part of the time. The sweet lady at Handy Andy even started giving me free banana pudding by sometime in late September– I mean, things are getting ugly when you’re going to a hole-in-the-wall barbecue joint to pig out at 3:30 in the afternoon—It must’ve been obvious; I NEEDED that banana pudding.
Anywho, while I was teaching there, Ms. Peggy and Ms. Sherry– two teachers I forever want to be like when I grow up–were always talking to me about: THE BOX.
This year I met THE BOX for myself.
I’ve spent the last year of my life writing about the students I teach, reading about what I teach, watching horrendous videos of myself as I teach, and writing– you guessed it– about the way that I teach.
All of this in the hopes of obtaining The National Board of Professional Teaching Standards certification. Big whoop to most of you, I’m sure, but I’ve got my fingers crossed and my thumbs up anyway!
That’s me and the mentor I nearly drove mad through this process. Cute, right?
And here’s the picture of us that I wouldn’t be embarrassed for my daddy to show to his friends.
Now, I just have to wait until November to see if I passed! Y’all cross your fingers, too, okay?
(‘Cause if I fail, I’ll have to pay Sweet Husband back for all of those little white donuts and Diet Cokes he bought to keep me happy!)