Well, I know that every student teacher has to have that special day when nothing goes right and consists of horrors that will eventually become legend. I managed to experience mine on the first day of my official teaching. No need to beat around the bush on this one. I’ll look back at this some day and laugh, right????
Going into the class on Monday morning, I already knew that there was nothing positive to note about the content of the lesson that I was going to teach, despite the fact that Mr M really wanted this particular lesson to happen. The class of course was chaotic as I tried to teach content that was new to me in a style that was new for me, and so at the end of the class there was nothing positive to salvage from the presentation either. Gee, it sounded like so much fun and like such a good idea when Mr M and I talked it through. I decided to change a few things up for the second go-round and hope for a better experience. Unfortunately, 5 minutes before we were going to transition from math to science, one of the students threw up at his desk. Needless to say we evacuated the room with math books in hand and Mr M continued to teach math outside on the steps while the custodian cleaned up. By the time we got back into the room the kids were wired, they insisted that the room still smelled of vomit, and my time was slowly ticking away. Mr M grabbed some spray from the staff bathroom and turned the classroom into a scented vanilla candle ala Glade. Ugh! One young man who was sitting next to the sick student sat back in his chair and looked like he was going to be ill as well. Mr M put him in the back of the room by an open window, in my chair, and we all held our breath. I checked over there every few minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to throw up in my school bag. Anyway….the show must go on, and so I had as second go at drawing a scaled model of the structure of the Earth. I’ll probably never really know if the changes I made in my presentation were effective or not since we didn’t get any farther along in the lesson the second time. At least the boy in the back of the room didn’t faint or get sick. Small victories sometimes!
I walked over to Mrs Frizzle’s room for 7th period and within minutes Mrs Frizzle and I were out in the hallway with two young ladies who had traded verbal spars with one another and were both crying foul. We talked for a bit about letting go and moving on, and then Mrs Frizzle left me out in the hall to finish up the conversation. At that point both girls dug in their heels and refused to let go of the past and both were adamant that they weren’t going to apologize to each other. We were still out in the hallway at an impass when the bell rang, and away they went. I walked back into the room and when Mrs Frizzle looked at me, all I could do was shake my head ‘no.’ l
On all accounts tomorrow is another day – just not yet the day that I’ll look back to and laugh. Soon I hope!
Well, on Tuesday things shaped up for all of us. We managed to finish our drawings and not only did I think that they looked great, but so did the kids. As we added the lines to make the image 3D, several of the kids exclaimed, “Way cool!” Mr M told me to remember that part of the lesson and so I will! And somehow the two girls had worked things out on their own and were buddies again!
I think I’m almost ready to look back and laugh!