Wednesday, September 22, 2010

35 to 1 odds.

At the risk of sounding redundant, I am sleepy. That being said, I have had just a hoot and a holler being in a Junior High school... until today. I taught in a classroom for the very first time, and I still love it. I taught about part of the writing process in two eighth grade English classes; one the students were angelic and one they were hell monkeys.
The first class of the day, the students participated and were attentive to my every word and they laughed at my jokes! At the end of my instruction, they even applauded my freshman lesson plan, how sweet, right?
The second class of the day, the spawn of Satan showed up to class and wouldn't answer any questions or pay attention to what I was saying. Silly me, I thought that because the first go around went off fabulously that the second would be similar. NOT. The worst part of the it all was when I accidentally said something that could be translated into a remotely dirty phrase and that was the end of that. (word to the wise, never ever say that an introductory paragraph will suck your readers in)
I am now battle worn and weary, and I have never wanted to be an English teacher more than right now.
My uncle once said that the greatest accomplishment of his 30 year career as a middle school biology teacher was that he never killed a student. I have been teaching one day, and that is also my greatest accomplishment.
If you ever want to know how to best write an introduction to a story, please let me know:) Or, if you would like to place bets on my 35 to 1 odds, call my bookie.

1 comment:

  1. My favorite part of this is the fact that you want to teach - more than ever - after the rough day. You're a champ, Taralyn!