Student teaching. Student teaching. Student teaching….This week I started student teaching with a first grade class. Upon entering the building I knew it wasn’t going to be very good. The first day not one single person spoke to me. At lunch I felt like the kid who got picked last for dodge ball, I sat there all alone looking around and no one introduced themselves or even smiled at me. The teacher I was helping informed me that she was a perfectionist, and I realized then this is my hell. Things went on and now I’m no longer in that room. I’ll now be transferred to a fifth grade classroom. There is much more to this story, but its not worth going into right now because I’m getting ready to eat and I’m watching House.