Hi I'm Shayli, and I'm a student teacher.

...and this is my classroom. It may not have windows or enough seats for everyone, but it does have a picture of atherosclerosis hanging on the wall!

I get to school before the sun comes up + take quality pictures to document it (obviously). 

I have to clarify to students that my class is NOT about teaching them how to have sex. I also have to clarify that asking the student spotlight of the day if they are a virgin is not appropriate.

I have to remind myself not to turn around and look for my mother-in-law every time someone says "Mrs. Gourley."

I stay up past midnight decorating/bedazzling my classroom "question box."

My mind has been taken over by my students. Every thing that comes out of my mouth begins with "I have a student that..." and poor Chris is the one who has to hear about them all.

I get giddy about Fridays because I get to turn in my grownup clothes for a Timpview Pride shirt and jeans! + document by channeling my inner 16 year-old self's duck face... it happens.

Quick story: A student's mother walked into my class on Friday and immediately said, "Oh my gosh, you look like Carmen Electra!" Wasn't quite sure how to respond to her comment. Thanks? Is Carmen Electra even around anymore? If so, my guess is that she's on one of those VH1 reality shows that has the word "celebrity" in the title. I guess it's better to look like Carmen Electra than being mistaken for a 16 year-old, though? (which also happened last week)

I notice that socks and sandals are cool now? And that a high school girl's greatest concern is being "basic."

I get to enjoy days off like Martin Luther King Jr. Day. And by enjoy, I mean that I get to enter in a bajillion grades and go shopping for classroom supplies.

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Hi I'm Shayli, and I'm a student teacher.

...and I love it.