Monday, February 26, 2007

I told my cooperating teacher that last Friday, when I got to substitute for her class, I lost my temper and yelled at the kids. It wasn't so terrible as you might imagine, it was just a screaming, "STOP!" I felt guilty about it, and confessed. She told me that I had to do it once in a while to show the kids who's boss, but really, I hate to lose my cool. I felt awful right afterwards, regretting that I didn't use another alternative. Feeling like I had to address that, I brought it up at the end-of-week class meeting Friday afternoon. I didn't get my point across, instead I felt like I came off as excusing myself, saying that I felt like no one in class was listening.

Right after I tell my cooperating teacher that, we had a parent conference. The mother was nice, she, a teacher too, parent to a brilliant kid. She told us how much her son talks about school, and his teachers. How they would pass around a stick during dinner to indicate who's turn it is to talk about their day. Then she said something I felt was directed towards me. One day her kid commented that the teachers do so much for them. That they're learning from us, even when we don't think they're really listening.


Now, I could take that the "bad" way, but I feel that what she said was encouraging, and it made me feel pretty good.



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