Countdown!!
No, not a countdown to Christmas - I don't even want to think about that. I turn into the White Rabbit.
I have 4 days of class left!!! Then I have 3 days to calculuate grades before submitting them. As a student I never realized that teachers long for the end of the semester as much as I did. Yes I love this class and I finally decided, if asked, I would teach again. But man am I tired!!! Students have no right to complain, class is much harder on this side of the podium.
I was soooooo scared that first day and I still feel like a total faker-like that show where people trade jobs and have to fool others into thinking they really are wine tasters or whatever. I haven't actually watched the show, only the commercials. I keep waiting for one of my students to suddenly raise their hand and say "Hey!! You aren't a real teacher! What's going on here?" But they keep asking me real questions and writing down what I say and expecting me to know stuff. It's really cool.
Actually, I've gotten some really good responses from the "kids" and I actually feel like they belive I've made a difference so that's what lead me to finally decide after three months of angst over should I do this again to, in fact, do this again. But I wonder will it ever be as great as the first time? I have the coolest group of students. I don't know that I was that cool at 19 or 20 years old. What if I get a nightmare group next time? Will it be as exciting the second time around?!?! But there are so many things I would change had I known in August what I know now. I'm going to be so much stricter!!! Grrrr, I have got to get mean. Tardies? I'll shoot you! Late work - burned! Still, I'll have lesson ideas to modify and a better grasp of what on earth I am doing instead of the song and dance routine I sometimes put on. But still, there is something magical about the first time.
MadProfessorRed
I have 4 days of class left!!! Then I have 3 days to calculuate grades before submitting them. As a student I never realized that teachers long for the end of the semester as much as I did. Yes I love this class and I finally decided, if asked, I would teach again. But man am I tired!!! Students have no right to complain, class is much harder on this side of the podium.
I was soooooo scared that first day and I still feel like a total faker-like that show where people trade jobs and have to fool others into thinking they really are wine tasters or whatever. I haven't actually watched the show, only the commercials. I keep waiting for one of my students to suddenly raise their hand and say "Hey!! You aren't a real teacher! What's going on here?" But they keep asking me real questions and writing down what I say and expecting me to know stuff. It's really cool.
Actually, I've gotten some really good responses from the "kids" and I actually feel like they belive I've made a difference so that's what lead me to finally decide after three months of angst over should I do this again to, in fact, do this again. But I wonder will it ever be as great as the first time? I have the coolest group of students. I don't know that I was that cool at 19 or 20 years old. What if I get a nightmare group next time? Will it be as exciting the second time around?!?! But there are so many things I would change had I known in August what I know now. I'm going to be so much stricter!!! Grrrr, I have got to get mean. Tardies? I'll shoot you! Late work - burned! Still, I'll have lesson ideas to modify and a better grasp of what on earth I am doing instead of the song and dance routine I sometimes put on. But still, there is something magical about the first time.
MadProfessorRed