Add together some things from this week:
+The look on my adorable Samoan kids’ faces when they find out I play rugby.
+One of my coworkers intercepting a note, which said ‘the man teacher has big boobs.’ My coworker, of course, being said man teacher. I laughed about as much as I felt bad, and I felt really, really really bad for him.
+Being observed by an amazing teacher and finding out that everything I thought I did well, I didn’t.
+Connecting with the class brat.
+Successfully planning and running a lesson.
+Smiles
+Tears
And what do you get? I have no idea.
What did the amazing teacher think you didn’t do well? I am thinking about getting into teaching…
It’s a serious grocery list: I didn’t move around the classroom very well (I missed one of the groups totally) neither did I handle an off-track question well, my transitions sucked, instructional content was confusing, directions were unclear, handouts had errors. It was bad news, lol. Thankfully it *was* a practice lesson given to other student-teachers, so no kids were harmed in the process. And a few days later I did one of the best lessons of my life (to real kids), so in the end it’s all good. I’m pretty convinced it was simply a bad day.
Teaching is amazing.