The Waiting has Begun
I am waiting for my final grade from my advisor, which is not due until next Thursday. I am waiting for schools that have openings to begin scheduling interviews. I am waiting to see what my next step will be.
Meantime, the final three days were a rush of wrapping things up.
I finally got to observe a handful of conferences between my cooperating teacher and the World Lit students. I was somewhat surprised to see how many were barely 1/3 of the way through their 600 page reading requirement. It’s definitely going to be a struggle for some to do a good job while playing beat the clock. On my final days with the two classes, I got some nods, some comments and two hugs, but most greeted the need of the tenure with a shrug.
Monday, the 10th graders worked in the classroom, using the mobile computer lab, to complete their group projects. Then, Tuesday and Wednesday were the presentations. I wasn’t sure what to expect so was happy to have the wisdom of my other cooperating teacher on hand. Overall, they were pretty good and even though I emphasized I wanted to see creativity, most did PowerPoint or Prezi pieces. One group, though, did a nice filmed piece, using clips from Fahrenheit 451, a soundtrack and each member took a turn before the camera discussing their aspect of the book.
My final class was the final period of the day and it was a weird feeling. The final presentation left a few minutes left and I tried to lead them through a useful conversation but my mind wasn’t sharp. At the bell, the guys jumped up, rushing over to shake my hand. I got waves from the girls. All want me to come back and visit, which was sweet.
Tuesday at lunch, I was surprised with a cake at lunch and yesterday, as the final class ended, I returned to my desk to find an envelope marked “Our Friend Bob” on my laptop. Everyone in the department signed it with many nice notes.
I have been coming to Darien High School just about every day since January 2011 and have grown fond of the building, the staff, and the kids. It’s been a fabulous experience that will spoil me for whatever school follows. I have been made to feel a part of the learning community and couldn’t have asked for a better experience.
The deficiencies found during my student teaching have been addressed and I’m told improvement has been seen. But until I get my grade next week, I have no idea what will happen. Either I get certified and look for work or find a school to repeat student teaching.
One of my teachers pointed out how hard the job is and how much harder it has gotten since she began eight years ago. It’s a misunderstood and underappreciated profession but still a noble calling and I look forward to spending the remainder of my working life being a part of this world.