I’ve been working as a substitute teacher for about a month now and have decided that I am NOT cut out for the younger grades. Cute, sure. Funny, yes. But I can’t even with the hitting and whining and crying. I’ve had the chance to work with all ages now from high school seniors to first-graders. I’ve been in affluent schools and lower SES area schools. Other than the fact that I prefer older students, I haven’t narrowed it down at all!
I would love an ELA resource room or an Austism or Behavior Cluster. Yet, I’m also in love with older students…say ten to twelve year olds in a gen ed setting.
In the end, I am just going to be happy with wherever I end up.
Finally, thanks to the priorities of my state, I was able to get my first jab for COVID-19.
For those who are curious: It was the Moderna vaccine and I need one more shot in a month. The vaccination was painless. About three minutes in, it grew a bit stingy at the injection site — like being brushed gently with stinging nettle, not like a bee sting. I developed a lump in my throat about twenty minutes in, but it went away, so I don’t know if that was anything or just psychosomatic. I know the tears of relief were not psychosomatic. I have been so incredibly scared and stressed for so long and here I am, finally able to be vaccinated against a potentially deadly disease. My arm was sore, like with other muscle vaccinations…it’s still sore today (two days later). The stiffness spread from my arm to my shoulder and neck. Again, this is nothing out of the ordinary for a vaccine.
Thank you, Katalin Karikó and all the other scientists who threw their hearts, minds, and souls into creating a defense against SARS-COV-2.