I started student teaching on Valentine's Day and nothing extremely special occurred that day. Well, except for all of the heart shaped balloons squished through doors by giddy 16 year-olds, but other than that nothing too exciting. I had already met my CT (cooperating teacher) last semester, and visited her several times hence, so it wasn't too scary walking into her classroom. My first day was just observation. I observed my CT plan, become frustrated, and yell at a student who didn't finish their work, but I also observed her try a student's home-cooked, prize winning cake with loving kindness, teach a stellar lesson about violence and consciousness in poetry, and help me tweak my lesson for the next day. Overall, it was a good first day.
Today, I woke to my alarm at 6:18, hit the snooze until 6:28, crawled out of bed and convinced myself to turn on the TV to KLRU Q (18-3) for the 6:30 am
First I showed the class the "My favorite things" Imovie I made in my final teaching class. They thought it was a little funny, but seemed to appreciate my effort.
After I introduced myself, I told the class that I wanted to get to know them, so I split them into partners the way our instructors at taught us in college. "Raise your hands, keep them up....1,2,3, etc. 1,2,3 etc. Okay, now raise your hand when I call your number and find your partner" Chaos! No one knew what I was doing, but thankfully I took note of this and did a much better job during my second period. I think this is something the kids are just going to have to get used to. I remember, even as preservice teachers, we stumbled with it in the beginning.
I asked the students to interview their partner with the 10 questions I had given them, plus a freebie question they had to devise. The first period took much longer than I thought they would, so I changed the timing on the next period. After the interview, I gave the students this template for a bio-poem: