The wind keeps blowing my shutter open and closed because the last construction man that moved it when they were working never secured it back to the building. This startles me, and I jump every time it slams against the windowsill or the wall. I lose track of where I was writing in my lesson plan, and readjust in my seat as I try to focus on the work at hand.
The clouds and the wind continue to dampen today's vibe, but it's for the best since I need to do two lessons for tomorrow, both of which are very intensive and somewhat challenging. One involved building fluency with multiplying and dividing fractions, and the other is about the jury system in Ancient Greece. Both of these lessons are engaging; I never could stand teachers who just read from worksheets and assign seat work. In fact, I even detest the word "worksheet" because it implies work and boredom. Why can't we call it a hand out instead? They should be visuals, not busy work anyways! They say a teacher is only as good as their lesson plan, and if a plan only entails worksheets and busy work, what does that say!? But I digress.
This week also marks the beginning of training for a run of some sort; I don't know what run, all I know is my running buddy Em and I are training, and we are doing 8 minute miles this week! So I am trying to revive my body to become more than a shadow of it's former glory, when I ran the mile in 7.30 in the 7th grade.My body is already responding well, I have been getting up early everyday, and really getting the most out of my time.
All this to conclude that today has been strange. I had a weird dream last night, and woke up feeling as though I am out of place here. Yet as I get to work, I know that what I am doing must be valuable; why else would I be called to do it? If nothing else, I am learning a lot, and that is what I am here to do!
The clouds and the wind continue to dampen today's vibe, but it's for the best since I need to do two lessons for tomorrow, both of which are very intensive and somewhat challenging. One involved building fluency with multiplying and dividing fractions, and the other is about the jury system in Ancient Greece. Both of these lessons are engaging; I never could stand teachers who just read from worksheets and assign seat work. In fact, I even detest the word "worksheet" because it implies work and boredom. Why can't we call it a hand out instead? They should be visuals, not busy work anyways! They say a teacher is only as good as their lesson plan, and if a plan only entails worksheets and busy work, what does that say!? But I digress.
This week also marks the beginning of training for a run of some sort; I don't know what run, all I know is my running buddy Em and I are training, and we are doing 8 minute miles this week! So I am trying to revive my body to become more than a shadow of it's former glory, when I ran the mile in 7.30 in the 7th grade.My body is already responding well, I have been getting up early everyday, and really getting the most out of my time.
All this to conclude that today has been strange. I had a weird dream last night, and woke up feeling as though I am out of place here. Yet as I get to work, I know that what I am doing must be valuable; why else would I be called to do it? If nothing else, I am learning a lot, and that is what I am here to do!
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