Saturday, April 2, 2011
THE BOX is on its way.
Here are my two good luck charms putting their sweet little hands all over THE BOX (as per my superstition) before I mailed it this Thursday, March 31 (the postmark deadline date, in true MK procrastinator fashion). Ethan is reassuring me that, no matter what, I am number one.THE BOX signifies the most stressful professional experience I have ever had: months of work toward my national boards. A friend described the process as working toward a master's degree in 6 months (or 3, in my case). SO TRUE! There are about 100 pages in there, 48 of which are my written answers to numerous questions about my teaching. I will be extremely surprised if I achieve certification this first year, especially given the numerous challenges I have faced this year: teaching in a brand new school in a brand new district in a brand new state while attempting to keep two young boys, one husband, and two hound dogs happy and well while trying to avoid living in squalor since all time that was once spent cleaning the house had recently been spent writing, writing, and writing. I definitely bit off more than I could chew. Period. I test May 14 and then it will all be over, or at least until late November when I learn my status and what entries (if any) I need to redo.