on friday i was observed by my assistant principal and, in a feat of unparalleled awesome, my kids kicked ass. they made me look good, which is a difficult thing to do.
this is, when taken alone, a good thing. however, this took a turn for the fucking horrible within fifteen seconds of the class ending.
once the last student had exploded into the hallway i walked over to my a.p. and struck up a brief conversation. it seemed that he was pleased with what he'd seen, and i was pleased with his pleasure and all sorts of pleasedness was afoot.
then the bomb dropped.
on tuesday, the local instructional super intendant (the "list" as he is commonly referred to) will be in the building, and my a.p. thinks that my 4th period class would be a good place to bring him.
well fuck me.
i am clearly less than pleased with this plan, but what compounds it is the other two observations i will have in the first half of the week. on monday i'll be getting a visit from my department of education "mentor" so that she can tell me all about how i should work on board management and inventive seating arrangements, and on wednesday i'll have to put on a dog and pony show for my grad school mentor.
it isn't that i fear people seeing what goes on in my classroom(s) (although there have been some creative uses of language employed that might make a few folks blush), it's more that i inevitably fuck up when i'm being watched. i seize up a bit, the kids see that i'm off and they get all weirded out, then one of them makes a joke that i shouldn't be laughing at (but usually would) and i have to put on my faux-disciplinarian mask.
no fun for anyone, and if i were to include friday this will make four straight days during which i will be observed.
for the record, i desire no more mentoring. no pep talks. no intimate conversations about my feelings. no more disingenuous urging to "take care of yourself."
but a candy cane...well, that would do nicely.
this is, when taken alone, a good thing. however, this took a turn for the fucking horrible within fifteen seconds of the class ending.
once the last student had exploded into the hallway i walked over to my a.p. and struck up a brief conversation. it seemed that he was pleased with what he'd seen, and i was pleased with his pleasure and all sorts of pleasedness was afoot.
then the bomb dropped.
on tuesday, the local instructional super intendant (the "list" as he is commonly referred to) will be in the building, and my a.p. thinks that my 4th period class would be a good place to bring him.
well fuck me.
i am clearly less than pleased with this plan, but what compounds it is the other two observations i will have in the first half of the week. on monday i'll be getting a visit from my department of education "mentor" so that she can tell me all about how i should work on board management and inventive seating arrangements, and on wednesday i'll have to put on a dog and pony show for my grad school mentor.
it isn't that i fear people seeing what goes on in my classroom(s) (although there have been some creative uses of language employed that might make a few folks blush), it's more that i inevitably fuck up when i'm being watched. i seize up a bit, the kids see that i'm off and they get all weirded out, then one of them makes a joke that i shouldn't be laughing at (but usually would) and i have to put on my faux-disciplinarian mask.
no fun for anyone, and if i were to include friday this will make four straight days during which i will be observed.
for the record, i desire no more mentoring. no pep talks. no intimate conversations about my feelings. no more disingenuous urging to "take care of yourself."
but a candy cane...well, that would do nicely.
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