A glimpse of what’s to come

There are three ways to learn something: to read about it, to watch it, or to actually do it. This is the watching part of me becoming a teacher. The closest I can come to teaching, as a college student without an actual degree, is my field experience. This is where I observe a teacher and learn everything from how effectively teach to how to handle conflict in the classroom efficiently.
The school I am observing at is located in a conservative northeast Ohio town. Walking into the school for the first time I became highly aware of my surroundings. Each hall was labeled and said precisely how many rooms were down the hallway. The architectural aspects of the building, such as the ceiling, floor tiles and lockers gave off a very modern vibe. Even the style of the unique green chairs gave off a sense of contemporary design. To me everything was shinny and sparkling. The lights are bright and the paint on the bricks is fresh. When I got to the gym, the first thing I noticed was the almost new floor. The next thing that stuck out was the bleachers. They are dark green and plastic, not the old wooden kinds like most gyms have.
The eighth grade students were piling into the gym in clumps of three or four kids at a time. They all went directly into their respected locker rooms and knew exactly what to do without question. They had clearly been previously taught a routine. The teacher greeted a select few and without stopping they responded. Within a few minutes they all made their way out of the locker room and sat against the gym wall. Boys on one end, girls on the other. The female teacher was with the girls and the male teacher with the boys. They each took row call and then class began.
A few key points I found intriguing:
Instead of being told to run around the gym so many laps, the teachers play popular, upbeat music while the kids run, skip, and dance while moving to the rhythm.
Also, on the second day I was informed that none of the kids in this school district are taught Sex Education. (More to come on the thoughts of no sex education)
This school also has one of the ingenious things I’ve ever seen. They have a volleyball net that is suspended from poles and ropes hanging from the ceiling. Meaning, no poles in the floor to set up the nets. To help visualize, the net is on the same type of contraption as a suspended basketball hoop.

You gotta start somewhere...

So, here I am. My first blog post... ever. In this blog, I'm going to share my experiences of learning how to teach, and eventually, once I've become a teacher, how to teach more effectively.
First, I'd like to give you an idea of how I got here:
Growing up, I hated school. I hated everything about it. The bus was too loud in the morning, I had to sit still the whole day, I had to memorize spelling words and locations of states, math flash cards scared me, and the word 'test' made me pee my pants. The only part of school I actually enjoyed was gym. I saw gym class as a chance to move around, play, and be competitive. I was truly my goofy, outgoing self.
As I became older, I fell in love with sports. I've played soccer, basketball, softball, and track and field. I've played soccer since I could stand to kick a ball and have always loved to just run. I have had many P.E. teachers and coaches that have inspired me. My goal: To be just like them.
Ever since 6th grade, I kind of just knew I would pursue physical education. I want to make a difference in kids lives and make them healthier. I want to share my passion of competitiveness with others. I want kids to fall in love with a game. I want them to be so excited they run home to practice. To me, healthier kids means a better world for tomorrow.