It’s been one hell of a semester. Seriously. It’s been hell. Ok, maybe not that bad…Alhamdulillah the worst is over! Right now I’m supposed to be putting together my final portfolio for my diagnostic reading practicum for my conference with my professor tomorrow, but of course I decided instead it was the perfect time to reflect on this crazy semester. After 4:30 tomorrow I will officially be done with this semester and my third year! It is so so so crazy to think I only have ONE YEAR LEFT before I graduate!!!!!!!! And have to face the “real world” (didn’t you always hate it when adults said that??? I hardly think any of us are living in a fantasy world…most of the time anyways).
But I guess it is kind of like a fantasy world, because next Spring not only will I be graduating, inshaAllah, but I will be student teaching (nowadays they’re calling it clinical teaching, which sounds kind of cooler I guess). But at the beginning of this semester, I was really struggling. Exhausted, emotional, frustrated…unhappy. Everything was so hard. I skipped classes, something I have rarely, rarely done. I would also completely zone out of this once class, because I would be so mind-numbingly exhausted from my other classes, again something I regret. I really wish I had paid more attention in that class. On top of of the rigorous classes, my schedule did not make things any easier! Oh, and I was working part-time as a peer tutor as well, which meant an additional 7 hours on campus. I felt like I was on campus all day from my morning classes to my tutoring sessions, and then my evening classes. It was tough at the beginning because I was really not used juggling a hectic class schedule with work. I hated my night classes with a passion. But life is funny, you see. You get used to things. It takes some time, but you adjust.
And as awful and hard as I will remember this semester to be….I have to remind myself a lot of good stuff happened too 🙂
Most of my rigorous classes were education classes…and I did learn a lot. And I can only hope whatever I learned and all the assignments I did will only help me be a better educator in the future. So there was growth. Some tantrums and tears too but not all of it was bad.
I don’t want to remember this semester for all the bad stuff that happened. The unhappiness, the sadness, the feeling of dread and helplessness of not being able to meet looming deadlines and due dates…I want to remember all the good stuff.
So here is a compilation of some of the little, happy things (most of which are food-related):
Just remember, whatever it is that you are going through: this too, shall pass. And it will get better. It always sucks before it gets better. 🙂