Sit quietly and observe
One of the many joys of teaching is an annual observation. This is a time when you stress about the balance in your lesson plans between interest and ease of learning. You want to teach your students something meaningful and exciting, but not something so far out that they get lost, and start playing "I Spy" with their neighbor.
Today was my day. I signed up for it yesterday. I like short periods of anxiety, and no time to plan. Then I know if I am a good teacher "on a whim" instead of "when I have planned for hours." The only variable is the children, and let me tell you, they are a HUGE VARIABLE. To bad I couldn't have been observed during naptime, or while the kids were at the playground.
Well, we got through the lesson. I had told the kids that the principal was there to see if they behaved well enough to go to kindergarten. Some of them were sucking their cheeks inside-out from sheer restraint. The rest of them had verbal diarrhea and I was just looking for an excuse to send them to the nurse. During my observation, I corrected about eight kids for not listening, and moved two names up as a disciplinary measure. I bet my principal thinks I am a Pre-K Nazi.
But the main thing is, I am done. No more observations this year, so I can relax for the next 46 school days. Maybe I should start planning for next year...
Today was my day. I signed up for it yesterday. I like short periods of anxiety, and no time to plan. Then I know if I am a good teacher "on a whim" instead of "when I have planned for hours." The only variable is the children, and let me tell you, they are a HUGE VARIABLE. To bad I couldn't have been observed during naptime, or while the kids were at the playground.
Well, we got through the lesson. I had told the kids that the principal was there to see if they behaved well enough to go to kindergarten. Some of them were sucking their cheeks inside-out from sheer restraint. The rest of them had verbal diarrhea and I was just looking for an excuse to send them to the nurse. During my observation, I corrected about eight kids for not listening, and moved two names up as a disciplinary measure. I bet my principal thinks I am a Pre-K Nazi.
But the main thing is, I am done. No more observations this year, so I can relax for the next 46 school days. Maybe I should start planning for next year...
posted by Amanda
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12:41 PM
7 Comments:
I sure am glad there aren't observation days for parents...then again, that might help our society's kids...
But back to me. I'd hate to know what the parent principal thought of the pj's Bella's still wearing at 2pm because what's the point of adding to the endless laundry when I'm the only one there to view her? Or the replay of Blue's Clues just to keep her occupied while I at least go to the bathroom alone. Or the Cheerios I toss her way to keep her from marathon nursing.
Maybe parent principals would be a good thing...then again, maybe not.
A nurse at the house would be cool though.
HA! you would totally get "P"s for proficient in the parenting department. Why don't you just let Bella be naked all the time, unless someone is coming over. Then you could really save on laundry. If someone dropped by unexpectedly, just tell them she is changing into her "afternoon outfit" and that is why she is naked and covered in mushed cheerios.
can you REALLY plan for that? i mean, like you said, the variable is the kids. EVERYTHING IS COMPLETELY DEPENDANT ON THE KIDS.
i have an idea: have your own kid, AND THEN SEE HOW THAT VARIABLE AFFECTS YOU.
Oh, wait. YOU ARE! :)
Oh...she'll see. Yes she will.
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*ahem* :)
thanks jen. you scare me at times.
you can't really plan. the closest i have come is trying hard to get the flu, so i could infect all my kids, so then a lot of them would be absent or feeling puny, THEN I COULD BE OBSERVED! that would be ideal. me and about three functional kids.
let us know if your plan works. maybe you could sign up for a day to be observed when your kids are on a fieldtrip.
then, you'd only be left with, like, two whose parents didn't sign the release.
i'm sorry. you must have my class confused with one that can go somewhere by themselves.
i am their constant escort, chaperone, disciplinarian, mommy-i-mean-mrs-johnson, and guide.
they could no more go on a field trip without me then they could blow their nose before they sneeze it out all over the table.
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