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.
Hooray for no more stressful observations this year!
I agree. I’m glad it’s over. They get easier and easier. That’s what I heard, and now that’s what I know.
This journal entry gizzoogled:
Today, as i started mah fiznirst period class, i was interrupted by rattl’n keys on mah traila door. i turned, expect’n one of tha usual suspects — a principal on tha rounds or a custodian…
nizzles not so M-to-tha-izzuch. this time, tha “team of three” strolled in slowly — like armageddon (the movie) with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back. mah enthusiasm came ta a screech’n hizzay. mah face filled wit heat (and became red wit blood as one of mah observant students pointed out) puttin tha smack down. mah hands suddenly shook sho nuff. i was rhymin’ observed.
izzles it wizzle ok. i was only weed-smokin’ fo` tha period . Freak y’all, into the beat y’all. it was mah last one fo` tha year (4 total), so thats all out tha way. i now knizzow i cizzant trust mah mentor ta fizzay me in on tha surprise observations. at least i learned that today.
in otha news… theres none really