Here's a conversation I had with a student in my 8th period at the high school:
JT: Mr. S, I had a crazy dream last night that you were in.
Mr. S: Really? Tell me about it.
JT: Naw, you don't don't want to know.
Mr. S: Okay, then don't tell me.
JT: You don't want to know about my dream?
Mr. S: You told me I didn't want to know.
JT: Do you want to hear about it?
Mr. S: Sure.
JT: You and MW got into a fight.
[The obvious next question...]
Mr. S.: Well... Who won?
JT: He got a couple good licks in, but you took him out and made him urinate on himself.
So... A girl in class dreamed I beat her best male friend so badly that he pissed himself. What does that mean, Dr. Freud?
One of my geometry students at the high school did not pass his Algebra I state test last year (so did many others, and yet they all passed their class and moved on--go figure), and so had to re-take it this year.
He got his scores back this week, and came to me right after he read them. He proudly announced that he did not miss a single geometry competency question this time.
Perfect geometry score for my current geometry student. Pretty Awesome.
Here's an actual conversation I had today...
I'm obviously Mr. S, and my students are named using only initials. This takes place right after lunch, on a sunny, but cold, December morning.
DH: Mane, why y'all hurryin back to class? You know we're just gonna have to do work when we get there.
PW: Yeah! We always be doin work in Mr. S's class. Some teachers around here don't make us do nothin. Like Ms. B last year.
DH: They just don't even care what we doin in their room. Some teachers just don't be doin their jobs.
Mr. S: What did you say about that teacher from last year who didn't make you do anything?
PW: She just didn't even care.
Mr. S: Why would you say that?
PW: She didn't make us do anything.
Mr. S:Oh, so the amount of work teachers give you tells you something about them?
PW: Yeah, you always be pushin us and tryin to make us do better.
Mr. S: Yeah, and why do you think that is?
PW: You care.
One of my O-linemen in class has been abnormally lazy all semester. I'm talking comatose... in class. We just had our progress reports go out last week, and he hadn't done well (can't figure out why, though).
Mr. Cole was (and still is) the mysterious guy in the back of the room, one whom the kids know better than to mess with. He's not as much the silent-seductive type with me as he is with the kids, so I get some really good input. He lets me do my thing, then he gets to tell me where I screwed up and where I was alright.
I was slightly less nauseated watching myself teach on film for the second time in as many months. I certainly showed improvement from last time (thank God--I don't know what that would have meant had that not been the case), mainly in my method of instruction. Instead of the lecture style, I had everything written out on overheads; that way, all I had to do was ask questions and guide students through my questioning to the correct answer so they think they came up with it on their own. Once they get it right, I pull down the sheet covering the overhead to reveal what one of them has just said. This takes a LOT more time and preparation (even a little TLC), so I'm not sure how often I'll do it this way during the actual year, but I might go out on a limb to say it's the most effective style I've used thus far.
Nobody likes to hear his own voice on an answering machine. Go ahead and multiply that by ten when you're talking about both audio and video on a recording. We had to watch film all the time playing football for the last decade-and-a-half of my life, but that pales in comparison to watching yourself teach for the first time on film. It was painful.
I really lucked out with my second year teachers in my room. I say "my room" only because I will be the only person to remain in it for the entirety of summer school--not because I have commanded the troops better than the other teachers. In all their infinite wisdom, I have managed to pick up a couple things.
Unlike the paper-folding class, which I really wish we had done earlier, I'm glad we didn't have this assigned until midway through summer school. My reason? I felt like I could either relate to, or very easily see, everything written in the book. The size of the print, pictures, and generally 3rd grade style certainly alleviated any pains of having a reading assignment.