My internship lasted one week and 2 days. It was a Tuesday afternoon - about 4:30. My school has an extended program and I was running it. My headmaster (the principal) came in and said one of our teachers was being transferred to a different campus and I start teaching tomorrow.
I was crazy excited and crazy nervous! And my poor co-teacher. Losing a teacher that was experienced and getting an intern that had only worked for the school for a week? She later told me that when she found out, she was really worried about the situation and not excited for the change, but after a couple days she was actually happier with us being co-teachers than she was before I was there.
I had taught briefly before so it wasn't my first rodeo, which made things easier for everyone - me, my co-teacher, and the kids.
Anyway, I absolutely love it at this school. When I taught a couple years ago, it was the worst experience of my life. I actually dropped out of school and went back to retail because of it. I dreaded waking up in the mornings and had to literally convince myself to go to work everyday. I hated the way I was being forced to teach and I disagreed with the teaching method with every ounce of my soul. It was the worst working experience of my life.
I went back to Target, became a team lead, and told myself I was just going to work my way up the retail ladder. That lasted 2 years and I realized I can't do retail the rest of my life. I really want to be a teacher, just not at that school. So I applied to an online school (WGU) to get my degree, and applied for work at just one school. Since I don't have my degree and certification yet, I can't teach at a public school and there was no way in hell I was going back to the first charter school I taught at. I knew a girl that worked here so I asked her a million questions and did ridiculous amounts of research on the school to make sure it was in no way like the other school.
I applied and about a month later I was sitting in a chair next to my peers in "new teacher training".
I love so many things about my job. I love that is isn't retail - I don't have to work until 11:00 at night, or any weekends, or any major holiday. I love how excited the kids are to see me every morning and vice versa. I get so many "just-because" hugs everyday. I love how excited they are when they get their alphabet crowns (or really grasp any content) and I love that I helped them get there. I can honestly say I love my job. Even on the craziest of days I wouldn't trade teaching for the world. And it can get REALLY crazy. Image 18 four-year-olds on a party day. And that party lasts from 9-6. Needless to say, I sleep amazing these days.