Today was the beginning of the end: this is my last week student teaching. I can say with no doubts that I will only be happy to be rid of this painful experience. I certainly won't miss the kids any, nor will I miss the incompetence of the administration of the school I'm currently at.
I can't help but be suspicious, though, because I still have class-related events until just before Christmas. I still have a final and 2 comprehensive exams, about which I have given little to no thought. I also have a massive paper that will have to be fixed before next Wednesday. There are a million things that could go wrong (I suspect a blizzard on the day of my final/comp exams, which are being taken on the very last day of the semester when all grades need to be in), and I'm terrified of what fate has in the works for me.
Sometimes I think I ruminate on the negatives in the near future so that I don't panic about the future that lies beyond - having to find a real job for at least the next 6 months so I can pay for my wedding and move out. I'm currently clueless about how I should go about applying for subbing work - Deity knows that there are no teaching jobs to be had in January. The best I could hope for is a leave replacement, particularly with my current cooperating teacher, but she won't be leaving for the birth of her twins until April. I have a feeling I'll have to call a lot of school districts to see if they're hiring for subs, and even if I get on one or two sub lists, who knows if I'll ever be called? I'm tempted to just find work in a daycare somewhere for the next 6 months, but I feel like it would be damning to not search for work in what I'm certified for.
Alas, I've upset myself just thinking about life beyond this week. I'm going to go back to living in the "now;" may be I'll pick out my outfit for tomorrow.
