Look, it’s not like I wanted to have a bunch of people in my room observing me teach math. It’s not like I enjoy district walk-throughs and the pressure of wanting to be worth remembering and thought of as doing a great job. In fact, I was dreading certain members of the administration walking in because they make me incredibly nervous and they always seem to walk into my room and I automatically tense up.
But. I changed my schedule. I prepared my kids. I even changed my schedule within the schedule, because we usually start math with timed tests (which, I know are controversial, but we have to give a grade on students ability to add fluently within 20, and timed tests are how the district decided to do it) and I thought that wouldn’t be interesting to observe. I decided to start with a number talk on making ten to add three addends. It had the additional benefit of being what our actual lesson was about and we’d done one on the same concept on Friday, so the kids knew the routine. The admins were supposed to come in right at 8:30 so, at 8:30 there were were, gathered on the carpet (I moved a table last week so I could have carpet space for number talks), talking about math.
No one came in.
I extended the talk. We talked about number bonds. We used math vocabulary. We discussed strategy.
So, we go back to our desks and take out the book. The first page was just adding numbers to warm up, so they did it quickly. The next page was the lesson, which they were prepped for because of the number talk. We did the first two together. I had them do the next one on their own. The room was silent.
In walks an admin. He stays for two minutes, during which time I say one thing, the kids say nothing, and silent, independent work is done. Then, the admin left. That was it.
And it’s not like I was doing anything wrong, but I wasn’t doing anything interesting or spectacular either. I wanted to impress someone, and I didn’t get to. So now I’m sad. *sniff*
In lighter news, it cracks me up how easy it is to absolutely shock little kids. They think anything is a swear word. Last year, thought I was going to get in trouble because one of my kids said that I had said the “sh’ word. She told someone at her table, and I freaked because I honestly couldn’t remember what I might have said to make her think that. I was 99% sure I hadn’t said it, but there was that 1% of doubt. Until I remembered what I had said, which was “shoot.” And, I’m sorry, maybe some parents don’t want their kids saying it, but it’s not a swear word. It’s a euphemism and I can use it.
That brings us to today. I was reading ‘The One and Only Ivan” and one of the human characters said something like, “What the heck is that?”
You would have thought I’d dropped the f-bomb. They gasped, the blushed, they covered their mouths in shock. I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had fainted. They were so aghast that anyone –let alone the teachers–could say that word.
Just wait until I read a book that uses the word stupid. I bet I’ll have some fainters then.