A Different Experience

School is a rollercoaster of events no matter if you attend the institution or if you work at the institution. Today was eventful in the sense that my last class of the day has a very interesting group of kids who are quite different from the ideal bunch of students that we all would like to think replicates a growing educational environment. It's not so much that they bother me, but they make attempts on certain days to bother others in the classroom. It's an obstacle, and this is teaching. I, unfortunately, had to address the small group after school with the hopes of reshaping their thinking and preparing them for a better tomorrow - we will surely see.

My pre-teacher, however, seems to enjoying herself. In fact, she had the opportunity to visit another class today (12th grade English), and tour the building. I think she is going to be a relatively good teacher (hard to tell; it's sort of early), because she is very observant and receptive. The other aspects of extensive content knowledge, educational policies, and classroom leadership will follow as she continues through the educational program at her college, but she is fairing well for a freshman.

Yesterday (January 23, 2012)

The inconsistency in which I report events is not due to my lack of want but accessibility (okay merely an excuse). There is a pen, paper (of some sort), and a keyboard always at my fingertips or hands reach. Nevertheless, yesterday's escapade was rather interesting. The students were geared up for what you could call a normal Monday. Most of them were dreary and not too excited about learning (mostly due to the storm and possible tornado). Despite the emotions, we were able to have a productive conversation and read through our text. I think my intern (pre-teacher) enjoyed today's lesson and hopefully received some insight. The highlight of today was the opportunity to see one of my students who vowed to marry a rich guy (not labor or date beneath the "status") working at a nearby restaurant. She did listen to my rambling speech about self-worth, character, and purpose (even said, "you were right..."). One of those things that makes me think I love these kids.