there is no other word for what happened yesterday.
if you read comments on kj's blog, you read that i was supposed to have my observation sometime this past week. thursday, he came in and said, i'll be here tomorrow. something came up today.
friday...observation...no big deal.
that's really what i was thinking. i haven't stressed over it, i wasn't worried, i was confident and just ready to get it over.
1st period, nothing. 2nd period, nothing. 4th period, nothing.
this only leaves 5th, because 7th is my pre-ap and they were going to be gone today.
5th period is by far the worst ever!!
but i was really okay with it. they try to participate...they just get a little out of hand.
so, here he comes, 5th period.
he sits at my desk and i'm joking with him because he's in my way and i need to take attendance.
the kids got a quiz as they walked in the door. they were all sitting QUIETLY working on it.
then came the flood of questions. we're covering fractions. have been for the past week. there are hands up all over the room and people saying, "i don't know how to do this!"
right away, i'm thinking, "great. this shows i'm a great teacher, huh?! these kids have been practicing fractions for a week and have no clue what's going on."
time's up and they turn in their quiz. i decided to do an activity where they use little remotes to relay their answers onto the screen. it was, of course, over fractions.
between every question, they talked excessively. EXCESSIVELY! i couldn't believe how they were acting.
i get more than halfway through class and look at him sitting at my desk.
he says, "do you want me to leave?"
me, not being able to say anything for the tears about to start flowing, shrug my shoulders.
he says, "say yes."
he talks to me for a couple of minutes about how the kids are acting and how i shouldn't put up with it.
i tell him that these kids are not phased by detentions or calls to mom or dad. they don't care if they go to the office.
he said it's because no one has been set as an example.
apparently some girl said something to me that he took as talking back. i don't even know what she said.
i'm so used to those kids in high school who would cuss me out, i'm just happy the kid is still sitting in her chair and not up yelling.
he leaves the room and we still have 20 minutes left in class. i'm trying so hard not to cry.
i calmly tell the students to put up their remotes, get out their paper and work silently!
that's all i could manage to get out.
as soon as the bell rang, i locked my door, sat at my desk, and bawled! i mean, no makeup left for my next class.
he comes back in 7th period to talk to me. again, i'm trying not to cry. my face is as red as a beet. for those who have seen me embarassed, you know what this looks like. there is no hiding it.
he asks if i'm okay and of course, i say yes. he said he understands where i came from and the little discipline support i had there. he's not like that. i shouldn't have to put up with behavior like that.
so, all in all, discipline was an issue.
i'm at a loss.
we haven't even gotten to the teaching part. i don't even want to go there.
that was, by far, the worst teaching experience in my 3-year career.
and i now have to do it all over again.