Today, as I started my first period class, I was interrupted by rattling keys on my trailer door. I turned, expecting one of the usual suspects — a principal on the rounds or a custodian…
Nope, not so much. This time, the “team of three” strolled in slowly — like Armageddon (the movie). My enthusiasm came to a screeching halt. My face filled with heat (and became red with blood as one of my observant students pointed out). My hands suddenly shook. I was getting observed.
Anyhow, it went ok. I was only reviewing for the period. It was my last one for the year (4 total), so that’s all out of the way. I now know I can’t trust my mentor to fill me in on the surprise observations. At least I learned that today.
In other news… there’s none really.