Patience. Man, as a teacher, you really have to have patience. I am (or at least I feel like I am) a patient person. As I am completing my fifth week at school with my class, I am finding out just how patient I really am. I teach second grade, and at times I have to remind myself they are only 7 years old, but when you have 22 of them, sometimes it is hard. I have very high expectations in my classroom, and about 85% of the time my class meets those expectations. It's that other 15% where I have to dig deep and take deep breaths as I get the class back under control so I can continue on with my lesson. At first it was hard for me to find a balance, because I wanted to treat them like my own kids, but the reality is they are not my kids. I cannot approach my classroom management the same way I would talk to my own child. As I have come to that understanding with myself, I have been able to think of different ways to address my class when they start to get a little rowdy. I think I have done a pretty good job as this is my first year and only 5 weeks in.
We are growing and learning together, and I could not have asked for a better class. I really love these babies.