Trial by Fire: Week One in Review
Those first three words are all it takes. I was all by myself, but I did well enough.
My master teacher made both her copies and mine in preparation for her week off on sick leave. She said she’d check in, if needed, to assure her students that she was alive: not deathly ill, abducted by aliens or in Disneyland. It wasn’t needed, having no problems keeping them under control and having assured her students she was still alive.
After, of course, insisting that she was deathly ill, abducted by aliens and in Disneyland.
I even kicked off Student Teaching Semester Two: Electric Boogaloo with my own lesson plans. I overstuffed the period with content at times, and some lessons were over way too quick. I had to get my students to argue about politics to get them doing something in the last half of my two-hour block.
It’s a good thing I obsessively read campaign coverage. I had plenty of material.
I mentioned this to an established teacher — a fancy-pants showoff who, despite tenure, still dresses professionally. He seemed somewhat taken aback by my actually talking to him while he used my master teacher’s microwave on his leftovers.
He didn’t find copious filler objectionable.
“That just comes with teaching a new lesson,” he said, laughing slightly. He backed up slowly, heated pasta on hand. “We’re all guilty of that.”