Tomorrow is our student teacher's last day with us before moving on to another grade down the hall. I've learned a lot about myself, about teaching others, about my kids. I'm glad I did it. I'm also glad to get back into the swing of things. I realized how much I missed teaching. How much it's a part of me. How much I love it!
As all good supervising teachers do, I got him a gift. Well, 19 gifts. A gift from each student. I thought they should wrap them. So, we sent our student teacher down to visit with the other class and off he went to make copies first. After the coast was clear, we got the presents out and then began wrapping them. By the way, have you ever seen second grade students wrap presents? They don't do it very well. They haven't learned the art of making the paper BIGGER than the actual present.
Being the smart teacher I am, I sent a student to "work" in the hallway, but was actually a spy. Let me pat myself on the back...I finally used my common sense. I popped out into the hallway to make sure that the spying student was doing okay. Suddenly, here he came. I jumped back into the classroom and yelled, "He's coming..." It was a mad dash while kids were throwing presents everywhere and hiding them as well as tape and paper and trying to get to their desks before he came in. I walked around and began talking with each one about their Accelerated Math and made it look like that's what we had been doing the whole time.
For sixty seconds there though, I thought I was going to lose it. Yet, looking back, what a fun sixty seconds with my class!