Days of tears, days of growth.

The main teaching practice had started after all the micro-teaching sessions and assignments. Not fully-prepared, I went to the classroom with the worksheets, course outline, my list of expectations of the students, a microphone that amplified my extremely soft voice and a thirty-year-old outfit that served to make me look older. I thought I was in control and didn't look that nervous as I did when I had my micro-teaching session in the university. Still, my students said that they could see that I was panicking and didn't look confident. I felt that I was urged to improve myself for that.

"Miss, it is too difficult." I deliberately made the tasks to be that difficult in hope to challenge you intellectually, because from the school visits, I learned that you like challenges. But it turned out to be too difficult.

"Miss, I think you're a good teacher, but I don't think we buy your method." It's great that I get to know what you think. I don't even yet know what my method or my style is, as I don't have time to establish a teaching style of my mine, which is also suitable for you.

Anyway, it really takes time.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2Corinthians 12:9

One day, when I was teaching them how to paraphrase, I was "shocked" by the monotonous setting and work. Shall I continue going towards this direction or shall I fly away? 

"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast." Psalms 139:9

He is the one who wipes my tears and helps me grow.