My edTPA, that is. What is the edTPA? Oh, just something I had to do to complete my secondary student teaching experience so I can get a license to teach secondary grades. Yes. It’s boring. Who cares what it is? I finished the dang thing tonight so:
And the whole time I was working on it (um, several months) I kept thinking, “This is terrible and I am clearly doing a terrible job and am a terrible teacher,” except I have a boss card from the students I just finished teaching (weep a little weep) that tells me OTHERWISE. Having to explain why I am awesome in writing, however, is the worst. THE WORST. I feel like my whole edTPA sounds like this:
I mean, I am sure I sound fine in it, but there’s a certain way of speaking that things like that require. A sort of bureaucratic teacher-speak that I have never been adept at mastering. Thing is, I know I am a good teacher. Hell, I know I am a great teacher. I love it, and I can’t wait to get back into a high school. The younger kids, they’re fine and all — I’m back with them now and they are as sweet and funny as before — but man, working with teenagers? So great. I can’t even begin to explain it. That said, to then have to put into writing WHY my methods are awesome and have it sound… in tune with the expected language?
UGH. Can’t I just be awesome and not have to explain why? Or explain it in my own words?
But hey. It doesn’t really count this year as anything other than a thing to brag about if you do well. I mean, otherwise…
I kid. I cared enough that it was something I put a buttload of effort into at the expense of other areas of my life — for example, blogging — and its completion gives me a sense of pride in having completed this step. Oh, I’ll be back at it in two days time, preparing for the NEXT step, but for today — rather, for tomorrow after work? I’m taking the night off. I am watching all the Thursday Night shows I skipped so I could finish this well ahead of the deadline. I am getting a slice of cake from Keys.