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Signs of a Good Teacher

Today I am subbing for Rockin’ Rooster’s English teacher.

Yeah, sounds uncomfortable, eh?  Well, actually, it wasn’t.  A couple of weeks ago, after embarrassing Soccer Chick, I made a conscious decision to act like I’m not their mom when I’m working at the same school.  Today was the first test.

I saw Rooster in the hallway, before classes began.  I walked on by.  I don’t know if he saw me.

AuburnChick gets an A.

Rooster was on the roll for second period.  In he walked. I pretty much ignored him.  Not in a rude way.  I just treated him like he was any other student.

AuburnChick gets another A.

Like the students, I’m learning.

Ok…back to the point of this point.  Sorry for the detour…

Same old, same old…

When I walked into the classroom, I was immediately pleased.  Mrs. L’s room is gorgeous!  The walls have been painted green.  I think it’s related to the fact that she seems to be in love with frogs, which adorn her room.  Her bulletin board is colorful and interesting to read.  She has the typical grammar posters, but they, too, show the care she puts into her life calling.  Fonts are funky and fun.

When I arrived, I discovered several students already in the room.  Another good sign.  Nobody hangs out in a teacher’s classroom if they don’t have to or want to.

When the first class arrived, they immediately got their books out and sat quietly.

Well trained.  Used to being busy.

The other classes performed admirably as well.

During her planning and lunch times, students filtered through.  Upon seeing me, their faces showed their disappointment.  “Oh, it’s only a sub.”

Gee, thanks.  I’m not taking it personally though.

Her notes to me were clear.  She didn’t leave out anything.  From a sub’s point of view, a dream to fill in for.

All of these signs point to a teacher who loves what she does.

I plan on asking her if I can pick her brain when she has time.  I would love to find out what she does behind the scenes to make this happen.  I want to be her shadow.

I just love days like this.

Soccer Chick Gets a Scare

Before you start thinking it’s driving-related, let me give you some relief and say that it’s not.  However, Soccer Chick and I seem to be growing together, experiencing new things…

Today, I let her drive to school…solo (well, Rockin’ Rooster was with her).  She was aggravated that I would be following, but it was either that or hang up the keys and ride with me.  She decided it wouldn’t be so bad.

The school is less than 1/2 mile from our house.  Yeah, I know.  The kids should be walking.  They would except that there is no sidewalk between my neighborhood and the school, and there’s a small, tight curve between here and there.  Quite dangerous.  The neighborhood has taken it up with the city, and sidewalks and guard rails will be installed about the time I have grandchildren.

All that is moot.  Soccer Chick drove to school.  Upon seeing her safely enter the parking lot, I meandered to my second subbing job.  It was at the same school as the other day but for a different teacher.

I was nervous for a different reason.  These kids would be mainstream kids.  They’ve probably had more experiencing outwitting subs.

When I walked into the classroom, I was immediately at ease.  This teacher had her act together.  The room was clean and organized, decorated with personal photos.  Lesson plans were easy to understand.

“Turn on DVD player and insert Criminal Minds episode.  Press play.”

Piece of cake.  Even a Social Sciences major can understand how to do that.

How much better could it get.  I got to watch one of my favorite shows (this was a Law Studies class, so it was kind of appropriate) and knit.  I repeated this scene for my third class.

My second class was a little rowdier.  They liked to talk, but you could tell that they respected the teacher’s rules, because when it came time to complete their worksheets, they got down to business.

I got called in to sub for another teacher at the school during my “planning” period.  This was an interesting experience.  This class was loud and difficult to instruct.  Plus, it was a science class, and I was supposed to prep them for an exam they are going to have on Monday.

I did not enjoy Earth Science when I was in school.  I could not stand my lab when I went back to college.  Science obviously has not grown on me in the last few months. I scratched my head in between asking the students to quiet down.  We got through the worksheets that they will use as their study guides.  Thank goodness the teacher left an answer key.  I passed, I think.  I have no idea if the kids will though.

All-in-all, it was a good day and a wonderful experience.

My next subbing job is on Wednesday.  I will be working at my children’s high school.  When I told Soccer Chick the name of the teacher, her eyes grew wide with disbelief.

Can you guess why?

Yep.

It’s one of her teachers.

HA, HA, HA!!!

She freaked, almost as badly as I did.

I had no clue.  When I accepted the assignment, it was for a Social Sciences teacher.  Oops.  History falls under this, I think.

It took her about five minutes to realize that she only attends this class two times a week and will not be there on Wednesday.

We both breathed a huge sigh of relief and high-five’d each other.

However, I am not totally in the clear.  I will still have several of her friends in my classes.  She has made me promise not to do anything to embarrass her.  She said she would pretend like I’m not her mom.

I asked her if she had ever considered that it might be ME who chooses not to claim HER.

She was not amused.

Stay tuned for more…