For the last couple of weeks I was on prac I had the company of another student from a different university. We'd swap daily horror stories of things that had happened in the classroom and share our tips for getting attention, how we got kids to stop misbehaving, etc etc. (I tended to wind up activities by clapping my hands and announcing, "Everyone listening to me." He preferred, "Mouths closed, eyes on me.")
But here's my point: it was nice to have the company round in my lonely corner of the staffroom.
One day, after teaching his Year 8s, he staggered to his desk looking somewhat shell shocked. How bad can Year 8s be??
"Tough class?" I asked.
He shook his head. Not quite. While he was pretty sure the little kiddiewinks hadn't picked up on it, he'd got his instructions confused in the middle of the lesson and, trying to quell the noise, announced to twenty-five 12-year-olds: "Okay everyone: eyes closed, mouths on me."
Even over my braying I could hear the rustle of caftans and some pretty groovy music starting up on a crackly old stereo somewhere.
2 comments:
Now that is freakin HILARIOUS!!!!!
**SNORT***
Ngai
xxx
yikes!
I loved carpooling with a fellow student teacher when I was going through that. We had some crazy stories, but NOTHING like that!
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