I am not a teacher, I am a glorified babysitter.

I finished my last "official" day of teaching this week, and it's been a fabulous, frustrating, heart-melting, soul-wrenching experience that I am still trying to process.  (It usually takes about three months to do so...I am just now digesting and reconciling my winter quarter experience.)  There's a lot that I could write and I will try my darnedest to post something here soon, but here is a graphic representation of something that happened the day after my teaching responsibilities officially ended.

It was first period and I was sitting at my mentor teacher's desk working on something.  I've forgotten which student it was, but here was our exchange...
  

0 comments:

Post a Comment