That’s right, I’m going to be teaching Physical Education at an elementary school. It happened so quickly! It’s certainly the last thing I expected when we got on the airplane in Milwaukee.
Yesterday I got an email from my neighbor/softball teammate Ashley saying the school she works at is desperate for a PE teacher and she had suggested me to the school’s director. “I have absolutely no experience or qualification to do that!” says I. “We’re desperate, and you showed me how to hold my softball glove so the ball stays in when I catch it!” says she.
So I emailed the director of the school and mentioned that I was once a Special Ed. teacher’s aide and part of that was helping in gym class. I guess that was good enough. I had an interview this afternoon and I start on Tuesday.
Pacific Horizons is a small private school where a lot of people from the States send their kids. Alexander and Genoveva’s daughter goes there. Kevin’s wife is a teacher there and his son is a student, although I’ve barely met either of them. There are four elementary classes of about 15 students and I’ll have each of them twice a week for 45 minutes as well as supervising recess. That adds up to less than 20 hours per week, which leaves me plenty of time to hike and hang out on the beach and post pictures about it on this blog.
When my high school guidance counselor had me fill out those career aptitude/interest tests, I’m sure “Gym Teacher” was somewhere between “Theoretical Mathematician” and “Trapeze Artist”. I always knew those tests were useless. I’m really nervous about doing something so unlike anything I’ve done before. I’m also nervous about being the responsible adult in a situation where little kids can get concussions. But I think I’ll be fine once I get over the initial jitters. It should be a lot of fun. You know that old saying: “Fourth-graders are just like bears- they’re more afraid of you than you are of them.”