Sometimes I think that middle school time is a little like dog years-- two months equals at least six. It only makes mathematical sense: when you're eleven or twelve, a couple of months represents a big chunk of your life so far, percentage-wise.
I was reminded of this chronological curiosity this morning. The intern who has been working with my class since January was out, so I cracked my instructional knuckles and stepped to the front of the room.
"Where's Ms. W?" the students asked in alarm.
"Her son had an assembly at his school," I said. "She'll be here later." Then I ran through the announcements, read the mentor text, and taught the mini-lesson. As the class was transitioning to workshop time, I circulated through the room checking individual progress and answering questions.
"You're a pretty good teacher, too," one of the kids told me.
I was reminded of this chronological curiosity this morning. The intern who has been working with my class since January was out, so I cracked my instructional knuckles and stepped to the front of the room.
"Where's Ms. W?" the students asked in alarm.
"Her son had an assembly at his school," I said. "She'll be here later." Then I ran through the announcements, read the mentor text, and taught the mini-lesson. As the class was transitioning to workshop time, I circulated through the room checking individual progress and answering questions.
"You're a pretty good teacher, too," one of the kids told me.
High praise from a middle schooler.
ReplyDeleteToo funny, but also very kind. I'm glad they appreciate both of you.
ReplyDeleteI love that you are able to share you class wholly with your student teacher. I think that is truly hard sometimes. Obviously, it's because "you're a pretty good teacher..." :)
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