I didn't want to say anything but it kind of freaked me out.
Warm-and-enthusiastic girl is in my Thursday seminar, of course, and no one is surprised when it is her turn to finish the sentence “If you really knew me, you’d know that…” and she says, in her Tour Guide Barbie voice “…I just love teaching. I love it. I mean, I know that’s why we’re all here [... ] but I really really love it. And I don’t even care what I teach! I’d teach anything.”
When it was my turn I said something trivial that I’ve forgotten already, but it was not “If you really knew me, you would not ask me to complete this statement, and if you did, you wouldn’t want me to share it with you or the class. The statement would be snarky and uncomplying with the cheerful expectaion that I enjoy my classes and this environment. This exercise is prepared for people who are willing to participate, share, and maybe even cry- students who have been anxiously anticipating their first week of student teaching all summer. And if you expected and were prepared for me to answer truthfully and candidly, you would find out, to our mutual detriment, that if you really knew me, you’d know that I do not want to be a teacher, even for a minute,” which is what I wrote in my notes when he first introduced the activity.
My classes continue to progress about as well as one would expect (see above), but I did finish my data entry for everything but point framing, which is the binder that Jeremy handed to me when I showed up with the other completed files.
Despite the work that it is going to be, I love holding the point frame binder- but of course it only made me miss Barrow some more. Papasaurus and I had some time wallowing in nostalgia in the lab yesterday, which is probably unhealthy. I also made him a little ill at ease, since I didn’t take time to change out of teacher clothes before I went to campus. Yesterday, teacher clothes was a skirt. This does not comply with the image I created for myself in Alaska, and Jeremy only knows Alaska Jenny.
Of course, Michigan Jenny doesn’t really wear skirts, either, but sometimes things have to change.