One of my classes has created a password to get into class. If you knock on the door, they will ask you to tell them the password. Then they will whisper, “It’s bacon.”
My youngest class has “familiar” faces. Many of the kids have older siblings that I have taught within the last three years. It’s neat to have that connection with them. They have been looking forward to coming to my class for a while.
I’m taking a preparatory chemistry class. My goal is to take a general chemistry class, but I’ve never really taken a chemistry class, and I’m scared. So far I’ve done well with the homework and quizzes, but I didn’t do as well as I hoped on the the first exam. When I got the test on Monday and looked over the pages, I suddenly realized that I was so nervous about the math components that I forgot to pay attention to things like definitions and examples. I did pretty well with most of the math, but messed up pretty bad with the definitions. I figured I got a C on the test, and I was right. Such a bummer, but it definitely reflects my unbalanced preparation for the test which means I can do better for the next one. I think I’m going to share this experience with my students. I often tell them to look at their grades realistically. They need to figure out if the grade they earned was due to poor preparation or actually not understanding the topics, and then take action. I tell them it’s good to experience getting a bad grade or two while they are in elementary school so they can get practice with recovering from a grade they are not happy with…and of course, everyone has a different perspective on what a bad grade is, but that’s a longer story.I had many visitors at open house.
Yay! Usually I only get one or two families, but this year about twenty families stopped by my portable. Luckily, I had the first CSI lesson set up, a crime scene. Everyone was excited about it. A family even donated some CSI kits their kids had finished using and didn’t want anymore.
On Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, I have hallway duty in the morning when the kids are coming in to school to start the day. I wish I could hear the thoughts of the kids walking by. They have such varying expressions on their faces. How many are wondering about the school day? How many are thinking about something that happened at home? Who is just so excited to see friends? Actually, instead of hearing what they are thinking, I wish I could see thought bubbles. If I look at a kid, then I can see what they are thinking. That would be interesting.