More than a year has passed since my "final" update on here, and I just want to let you know that I made it.
I got my teaching degree in June last year, and was scared to death about applying for jobs.
Surprisingly, I had zero problems finding one. I turned down several offers before I landed on the job I have today. In the interview, I cracked dad jokes, and we all ended up having a nice conversation about Bruce. It felt right.
I have my own class of 17 ten year olds now, and I teach them almost every single subject in the curriculum. English, Norwegian, maths, social studies, science, P.E... you name it. It's challenging as hell, but also really rewarding.
I'm still on a very bumpy ride, and you have no idea how utterly surprised I am that my self-concious and self-destructive ass got this far, especially with Covid and the loss of a close friend added to the equation as well.
After six months of teaching, I still feel like I have NO idea what I'm doing, and the learning curve I'm currently experiencing is the steepest one yet. I work at what most people would refer to as a "challenging school", mostly due to the pupils' limited Norwegian skills. I do in no way consider myself a good teacher yet, and I feel like I'm falling short in everything I do. BUT when my pupils write in their homework that the Christmas holiday was nice, but that they missed me, I guess I must have done something right after all. A week ago, one of the girls handed me a homemade origami box with a pair of earrings inside, and let me tell you my heard MELTED.
My pupils don't care for Bruce, but sometimes I get to have a few minutes of therapy in my classroom before the day begins. Picture for reference.
I hope you're all doing well.
I'll probably give you a new update in 2022, but till then, and to cite Ghosts: I'm ALIIIIIVE.
