Tolga is currently watching one of my videos. We were required to record one of our lessons and evaluate ourselves. I had put off viewing the video. I'm hearing my own voice in background. It was a rough lesson - it dragged, the students were not with it, and my voice is really really annoying.
Last day of school was on Friday. It was a fairly uneventful day for me. While I see a lot of students, I don't really have the chance to the build the relationship with them as would a teacher who sees the students everyday. In many ways, I'm their fun teacher. In other ways, I have little impact because of my inability to devote necessary time to each student. It's a different experience for me, from being a classroom teacher. It's last days of school, I miss being a classroom teacher. I visited some of the rooms. Many students bring flowers and presents for their teachers. One boy gave me a small bottle of perfume. I yelled at him last week about bus safety and told him I didn't want to be shoveling his bloody corpse off the street just because he wouldn't sit down on the bus.
I must have made an impact.
Many of the classroom teachers received bouquets of flowers. It almost seemed like a competition. (I mean, who doesn't love to get flowers?) However, one teacher gave her bouquets away after the students left. She found the subject teachers that took her class gave each a bouquet, including me.
Big hearts.
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