My First Few Weeks as a MAT Student

The first few weeks after getting into the Master of Arts in Teaching program felt like trying to do a thousand things at once—with excitement and nerves constantly switching seats. I was packing up my life, leaving home, making checklists, unchecking them, checking them again. I found housing before arriving through Facebook Marketplace, and it worked out just fine. I even pre-ordered a bed and a desk online. Somehow, doing those small things made me feel like I was creating a home for the version of myself that was about to grow a lot. 

My name is Khadija Binte Nasir, and I’m a MAT student at Tufts University with a concentration in English Language Arts. Starting classes felt surreal. I remember logging into SIS—the Student Information System—and feeling like I was cracking a code. It took a little patience and a few deep breaths to figure out how to register, where to find class details, and how to double-check everything. But the good thing is, you’re not alone. My advisor was kind and available, and I quickly learned that asking questions early on can save a lot of confusion later. Orientation helped connect the dots, too; it gave structure to all the swirling thoughts in my head and made the program feel more real and grounded. I remember leaving the orientation thinking, “Okay, this is actually happening.” 

Another early milestone that stands out was getting my fingerprints done as part of the licensure requirements. It’s a small step logistically, but emotionally, it felt big. It made everything more official, like I was entering a profession that requires both responsibility and trust. Around that same time, I also entered the CAP cycle, which is a Massachusetts website for the teacher preparation process tied closely to our practicum. My first class was “Introduction to Teaching,” and I still remember how my heart was racing a little as I walked in. But the room was warm, both in tone and in energy, and our professor made space for every voice. There was this unspoken understanding in the room: we were all here because we cared deeply. That day set the tone for everything that followed. 

Soon after, I was introduced to the school where I’d be doing my student teaching—Arthur D. Healey School in Somerville—and met my mentor teacher. Walking into the school building the first time brought back memories of my own school days, except now I was the adult. My mentor welcomed me warmly, and I’ll never forget how patient and open the students were with me. It’s funny how quickly a new space can start to feel familiar when there are people rooting for your growth. 

Every little thing—navigating systems, showing up to new places, fumbling through paperwork, and celebrating tiny wins—has been part of what makes this experience so personal and transformative. Starting this program was never just about academics; it’s about becoming part of something bigger. For those just getting started: give yourself grace. Ask the questions. Make your room feel like yours. And trust that every overwhelming moment at the beginning will eventually turn into something meaningful and memorable.