So right now, my elementary ed. practicum is in a second grade classroom. I never thought I would want to teach students that young. I was always headed for the upper grades (4-6), but now I am not so sure. I absolutely love those kids. They have a way of making life so simple. Nothing is complicated to them, everything roles right off there backs. I see more smiles in one day in that classroom and hear more laughter and giggles, than I do on campus in a month. These students share happiness with everyone around them. And all this makes me wonder, what happens to us as we grow up? What makes us lose that?
A couple of weeks ago, after a big rain storm, I had a couple of girls walk into the classroom and pull a handful of worms out of their pockets. They wanted a cup to put them in and were totally fascinated by these worms. What happens to that curiosity and fascination?
I think that is why I am so drawn to the classroom. Being around kids like this make me feel like I have a little bit of that back. Growing up shouldn't mean losing this outlook on life.
