My apologies for the infrequency of posts. My days are filled with dusty clouds of chalk and the shaping of minds (probably mine more than anyone else'). In the evening I watch one episode of 'Lost' and then try and figure out my next step. Teaching is like a strategy game. I'm not one for long range planning - I like to have a fuzzy idea of what I'm doing but leave time for whatever may come up. As such free time has become scarce. I have a new appreciation for weekends and, in particular, Friday night - the furthest point away from Monday morning.
This is not to say that I'm not enjoying what I'm doing - it's quite the opposite. In my previous placement I felt like I was being punished for various wrong doings in my life - a lousy cooperating teacher and an impossible to please supervisor (who I probably shouldn't have fought with but did anyway) made for a trying and borderline miserable experience. I don't want to jinx anything but I will say that my current placement has taken a 180 degree turn.
As well, to my surprise I have enjoyed wandering through a unit on poetry. I hated poetry in high school, I didn't care much for it in university and wasn't thrilled about having to pretend to like it in front of students - but I have liked it! Sometimes I feel like a fraud because I spend so much time figuring out the meaning of something and I when I talk about so and so's use of metaphors I think 'do I really get this? are these students really buying this?' I think it helps that I wear glasses.
I will make an effort to post at least once a week - there is time (now I can't help but think of T.S. Eliot when I hear that phrase).
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