Syllabus Day
The whole point of the first day of class is for the teachers and students to size eachother up. Honestly, I view the first day almost like an assessment.
Will my students speak to me?
Will they speak to each other?
Will they speak to me if I let them speak to each other first?
Where are my suck-ups? (surprisingly not always located in the first row.)
Where are my scowlers? (Back left corner every time, I swear!)
Who's defiant? (The ones who refuse to fill out a note card.)
I think I have an okay class this semester. They wouldn't talk to me, much...but a few did. They worked in groups well, and they talked more when I called on them after group stuff. I do, however, have the Most Intense Scowler Ever. I casually looked around the room, and I swear that I could only see the whites of her eyes. As a result of this informal assessment, I'm putting them in groups on Wednesday to see if I can get them comfortable enough to talk to me without the groups.
For their part, they spent the time sizing me up. Will I be a bitch or a pushover? It's such a strange ritual, but I'm glad to have it done with.
The room I teach in absolutely sucks. The past two semesters, I've been centrally located on the same floor of the department. That was pretty awful, but I at least had some ROOM down there. I don't even have a frigging overhead projector in there! There's very little room to do anything. Because most of my activities involve movement of some kind, this'll be interesting....
Will my students speak to me?
Will they speak to each other?
Will they speak to me if I let them speak to each other first?
Where are my suck-ups? (surprisingly not always located in the first row.)
Where are my scowlers? (Back left corner every time, I swear!)
Who's defiant? (The ones who refuse to fill out a note card.)
I think I have an okay class this semester. They wouldn't talk to me, much...but a few did. They worked in groups well, and they talked more when I called on them after group stuff. I do, however, have the Most Intense Scowler Ever. I casually looked around the room, and I swear that I could only see the whites of her eyes. As a result of this informal assessment, I'm putting them in groups on Wednesday to see if I can get them comfortable enough to talk to me without the groups.
For their part, they spent the time sizing me up. Will I be a bitch or a pushover? It's such a strange ritual, but I'm glad to have it done with.
The room I teach in absolutely sucks. The past two semesters, I've been centrally located on the same floor of the department. That was pretty awful, but I at least had some ROOM down there. I don't even have a frigging overhead projector in there! There's very little room to do anything. Because most of my activities involve movement of some kind, this'll be interesting....
posted by Wild West Intern @ 11:47 AM
1 Comments:
At 10/1/06 20:13,
Wild West Intern said…
Yeah, one refused.
The primary purpose of filling out the notecard is so that I can e-mail them if I'm sick or am handling a client emergency or something.
So if she misses out on that, than too bad!!
Seriously, there are some attitudes. I can usually soften them over time...but one of my classmates received a SIGNED E-MAIL that implored her to F*** herself.
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