So this semester has really opened my eyes. I finally realize why we have been putting ourselves through this 8th layer of hell. Everyday although it is extremely difficult to wake up at 5:15, I am happy to drive to work. I find myself running around the room like an idiot answering questions because I WANT to make sure that each and every student understands the material. I go home tired, though with a feeling of accomplishment and happiness. So far my teacher hasn't really let me make my own lessons, though I'm sure when that day comes this process of becoming a teacher will be even more rewarding. I hope you are all feeling the same way and let me know some of your stories!