Despite the frustration and hardship that I had endure while I was there, I couldn't deny that I miss my time in Otepoti, Aotearoa. I miss walking to class during the cold winter months, when I could literally feel the chill crept into my bones. I almost thought that I was frozen once due to the temperature hitting negative degree celsius. I miss how much I anticipated the rays during autumn afternoons, when I would flaunt my uneven toned legs in shorts and jandals. Strangely enough, I even miss my sleepless night in my little bedroom when I had to work on assignments that due the next day. In short, I miss my student life there.
In three days I'll be entering a new phase in my life - being on practicum. It'll be quite different this time. For the first time I would be entrusted to handle a class, teach the pupils for about 3 months, and yes, I would be assessed on how well I'm being a teacher. Everything that I've learned for the last 5 years would come into practice, a real hands-on experience. I don't know how I would cope, I reckon I would break down on the first day itself should my associate teacher ask me to go into the classroom. I really wish that I wouldn't smile much, or being over friendly toward the pupils. I have to establish the sense of authority first. But I have no clue if I'll do a good job. I tend to fidget a lot and smile excessively when I'm nervous because I thought it would mask my anxiety well. But no, I could actually risk myself getting bullied by the pupils!
Yes, I'm worried about my practicum. How I wish that I'm just in my second year, being the girl who has just arrived in Otepoti.
Wish me luck.
-Miss B-
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