After going to the school to help out three other times, I was a bit sad when I went my last time, Friday. It was a very busy day in class because the 5th grade, along with the the other grades as well because there was a Hispanic assembly celebrating important Hispanic people in the U.S.
I got to the classroom around 12:30 p.m., and was greeted by the host teacher. She asked me if I can do her a great favor and organize VERY LARGE piles of tests and papers for her. She was absent a few days last week, so EVERYTHING was out of order and she needed a hand getting organized again. She had me organize each paper into which assignment it was, the class, and the student's number. [Every student from each section had a number that coinsides with their name alphabetically to help make recording grades easier.]
It took me about an hour just to organize each paper from worksheets, homework, and test packets. Then, after I was finished organizing, I had to put everything in order by class. I didn't complete what she had for me because the time simply flew away! I finished three homework assignments, two stacks of tests, and one stack of worksheets that was done in class.
It was sad when I had to leave around 3:00, but the teacher wants to keep in contact and I would love helping her out whenever I can.
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I felt the same way. I first I was not looking forward to doing thirty hours at the school. Then I was there and did the hours, and I learned so much. I really can not wait to become a teacher and be able to help other students.
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