Classrooms and Eye Shadows
This was my first day of "observation" to my (damn) practice teaching. And I should've expected something that day which I've been expecting before that day came; My Critic Teacher (the one I would be assisting and the one to critic me) was absent.
Panic time.
Anne's CT was there and told me the details and the task I was going to give to my (damn) CT's pupils: MAKE THEM DRAW SOMETHING THAT SIGNIFIES THEIR PERSONALITY AND A SHORT EXPLANATION ABOUT IT.
I trudged the not-so-much crowded corridor that morning with that shaky feeling I can't even shake because I was indeed shaking with (damn) nervousness!!!
I climbed the stairs up and as long as I could climb up I never stopped (never did I mind what floor it was). When I arrived at the stop, I realized that I was on the fifth floor. I went down since I was destined to go to fourth floor. Then, I realized on fourth floor that I was in the wrong building.
"Shit!!" OOpps!! I'm not supposed to curse here--I'm a "model" now.
When I found my classes, everything went well--but not with the first section I handled that day. I was fumbling for that 'teacher' soul that morning because I was acting merely student-like. A girl student asked me about the English word for 'matatag'.
My mind's sprockets tried to rotate but failed and only gave out rust. I sat there like a ghost and finally gave the (not right, I guess) answer: strong. (Teachers may slap me right ow for being very very stupid---whack!!!)
The classes were a mess: a cellphone ringing, something playing music, the class clowns are very noisy, and take note: Each CLASS HAS A GAY GUY (NOTE: With matching heavy eye shadows and heavy make-ups!!!).
In my last class, there were actually three or four gays who all sat in the Girl's Group (the sitting arrangement separated boys from girls) and they were so hard to handle with their noise.
After the drawings, I would call out names to speak in front and explain their drawings. There was this one (damn) gay who didn't want to speak in front and preferred to talk about his/her butterfly drawing at the back of the classroom. But I told him/her that he/she had to speak in front. He loathed and followed my (damn) instruction and as he/she crossed in front of me, he whispered to me, "Fuck you."
Well, at least everytime I left the classrooms they would ask me if I could be with them again--and, yeah, I will.. for two and a half months. I'm just not sure whether they wanted me because I did well and they enjoyed my class or they just want me around so that I would tolerate much of their hullabaloos and all that (damn) jazz!!!
Damn, I was so boring that day--I bored and annoyed my students big time!!!
Panic time.
Anne's CT was there and told me the details and the task I was going to give to my (damn) CT's pupils: MAKE THEM DRAW SOMETHING THAT SIGNIFIES THEIR PERSONALITY AND A SHORT EXPLANATION ABOUT IT.
I trudged the not-so-much crowded corridor that morning with that shaky feeling I can't even shake because I was indeed shaking with (damn) nervousness!!!
I climbed the stairs up and as long as I could climb up I never stopped (never did I mind what floor it was). When I arrived at the stop, I realized that I was on the fifth floor. I went down since I was destined to go to fourth floor. Then, I realized on fourth floor that I was in the wrong building.
"Shit!!" OOpps!! I'm not supposed to curse here--I'm a "model" now.
When I found my classes, everything went well--but not with the first section I handled that day. I was fumbling for that 'teacher' soul that morning because I was acting merely student-like. A girl student asked me about the English word for 'matatag'.
My mind's sprockets tried to rotate but failed and only gave out rust. I sat there like a ghost and finally gave the (not right, I guess) answer: strong. (Teachers may slap me right ow for being very very stupid---whack!!!)
The classes were a mess: a cellphone ringing, something playing music, the class clowns are very noisy, and take note: Each CLASS HAS A GAY GUY (NOTE: With matching heavy eye shadows and heavy make-ups!!!).
In my last class, there were actually three or four gays who all sat in the Girl's Group (the sitting arrangement separated boys from girls) and they were so hard to handle with their noise.
After the drawings, I would call out names to speak in front and explain their drawings. There was this one (damn) gay who didn't want to speak in front and preferred to talk about his/her butterfly drawing at the back of the classroom. But I told him/her that he/she had to speak in front. He loathed and followed my (damn) instruction and as he/she crossed in front of me, he whispered to me, "Fuck you."
Well, at least everytime I left the classrooms they would ask me if I could be with them again--and, yeah, I will.. for two and a half months. I'm just not sure whether they wanted me because I did well and they enjoyed my class or they just want me around so that I would tolerate much of their hullabaloos and all that (damn) jazz!!!
Damn, I was so boring that day--I bored and annoyed my students big time!!!
