I remember student teaching. I hated all the rules the program had, especially the journaling. Ugh...but I loved teaching my students. It was high school, and a boy told me he was going to come visit me at my dorm.
T: I'm coming to your dorm at BC
me: No you aren't
T: Yes, I am. I found where you live on the school's webpage.
me
: If you come to my house, I'm calling the police
T: Why?
me: There is a lot of impropriety going on with teachers and students. If I call the police there will be no doubt that your presence is not wanted at my house.
He never came thankfully. But student teaching was hard work but taught me so much. Good luck!