I don’t know, maybe it’s just the three am talking or maybe it’s the concussion I just sustained, but I think that some of our best days as teachers come from our worst. What I mean here is that I feel I learn more from my mistakes in the classroom than I do from all the theory in the library. Like today when my lesson went to shit. As my students quickly filed out the door I thought what the f. How the hell did that one blow up in my face. I thought I understood my classroom. I believed I understood our pacing. I could swear I understood their behaviorisms. I was sure that I had everything planned down to combat any rebel rouser. Teenage Riot. It didn’t go as planned, but I gotta tell you I learned what not to do ever again. First-while I may find limericks funny and a good use of our time some students can get offended. Whiny Bastards. Second-always have a go-to in case your lesson goes over like a turd in a punch bowl at choirboy convention.
Now I carry an extra activity in my back pocket. I’m not joking here. I have an extra activity folded up and ready to go in my back pocket just in case. It pertains to the unit, but it’s something that I just didn’t think we’d have time for. Not jk-ing here folks. I really keep it in my back pocket. This is where I used to keep my switchblade. My activity is my last defense in case everything form my lesson plan goes fubar on me, a contingency plan. Ace up my sleeve.
Oh yeah, wear a helmet when riding your bike. I’m a jackass.
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3 comments:
At first when I read this I wanted to laugh and be like HAHA YOU ARE STUPID, WAY TO HAVE A HEAD INJURY!
But after reading the way you wrote the whole thing and the non sensical buisness you wrote in the form of a comment on my blog, I honestly started to get a little worried.
You should respond back quickly so that I can make sure you are not in a coma, and thus making it ok that my initial reaction was laughter.
In response to your post, well I already heard that story yesterday and told you what I thought. It is a great lesson in always being prepared, and in most cases, overly prepared.
Although I would like to note that I don't for a second believe that you use to carry a switchblade.
Whales,
OMG, "stupid." WTF is that all about?
Critical Friend, not Jerk Monster.
I'm a human being, not a solid rock that hurtful zings are supposed to be thrown at.
Ouch.
Crying His Eyes Out,
Taco Fighter 3011
In Whales' defense, you are kind of a jackass. You said it yourself.
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