Over the past year I have had the opportunity to teach preschool at the high school. Our high school has a daycare and preschool run by students and this year I took up 1/4 of my schedule so I could do it. (Thank goodness I took gym online already.) When I walked in to preschool the first day and saw all the other teachers I was scared. I mean, they didn't really yell "preschool teacher" to me.
I guess I was quite intimidated for the first couple weeks while we were taught how to be in charge of each child's education. But all that changed when the kids started coming. I didn't do this to be with other teachers, I do it because I love kids and I love making a difference.
So I help teach everyday, but every tenth time I get to be in charge of all the planning and read the stories and all that jazz. Today was my last day as lead teacher and I wanted to do something memorable, but then again, that's just me. So, with the help of my amazing family I pulled off a pretty fun day of preschool.
Our theme was the Wild West. After the typical morning routine (calendar, pledge, etc.) We took the roll and I realized two of the teachers had disappeared. In fact, there was crime a foot. So the kids rode around the school in cowboy hats on little fanoodle ponies that all my sisters helped me make last night. We found wanted posters with Mr. Orange's picture (he kidnapped Ms. Banana). Finally the posters lead us right to the crime scene and the kids saved the damsel in distress.
Snack and story time went smoothly and it was time for rotations. At one center kids did a math worksheet, at another they did a worksheet about the letter Y and made their own wanted posters. Then they designed a cowboy boot, and they got to pan for rocks dyed with gold spray paint. I gave each child a little cowboy hat made of chocolate and sent them home with their horses. I'm going to miss this.