Tonight, I presented my final assignment in my final class in my Masters of Education (Curriculum and Instruction) program. WHEW! But before we start breaking out the champagne, in order to receive my masters degree, I still have to study for and pass a comprehensive exam that I will take in late March.
Also, my GI Bill doesn't run out until June, so I will take a couple more undergrad courses this winter and spring in order to pad my unit count so I can move over on my district salary schedule; that, and the undergrad courses are history/social science and not the dreadfully dull education classes that I had to endure. There is nothing so empty and meaningless than college courses in education - they have no substance to them. It is as if the professors and authors just pull stuff out of their keesters as they go along. I was reminded of this last fall when I filled an empty term in my masters schedule with an undergrad class on the Constitution. After five classes in a row of education theory and philosophy - much of it written by people who barely worked in a classroom - here I was sitting in this Constitution class, learning something of actual substance. It felt good. Then it was back to the fluff of education classes. But now, my last class is over, and I am excited to start my undergrad class in a few weeks; this one is on medieval European history! Now we're talkin'!
I swear, once my GI Bill runs out and I finish those undergrad classes in June, my plan is to never darken the door of a college classroom again. I am burned out on being a student; I want to go back to just being a teacher.
Good Day to You, Sir