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Now, normally I'm not one to complain about someone complimenting me, but I received a rather effusive set of compliments on Tuesday, after I finished up with my class at Commie High.
I've not mentioned it before, but my classroom is actually the teachers' lounge (it's the one room they had open in my time-slot), and as such has a stove-range, a fridge, sink, attached bathroom, etc. etc. It also serves as the rehearsal room for the school jazz ensemble (often first thing I do in the morning is move the keyboard, double-bass, and music stands out of my way... thankfully the drum kit never moves). Makes for an interesting environment. Oh, yes, there is a motorized wheelchair recharging unit in the room, so every morning someone comes in to grab the wheelchair for the student who needs it. We've gotten used to the (minor) disruption. Overall, it's a busy room.
Tuesday, the janitor had to come in quickly for something, and we just ignored her. After I'd finished teaching and closed up the room, I was walking out to my car, and the janitor caught up to me in the hall. She just started gushing to me, about me.
"You're a genius! You really know your stuff! Like you know everything about it!"
Uh, thanks. It's not really that hard, a lot of it comes from my day job.
"Great! The best thing is that you talk to the kids like they're real people!"
Uh... you mean they aren't? (Didn't actually say that, though) I just try to be the teacher I would've wanted back then.
"Cool! Hope you come back!" (She knows that I'm a volunteer teacher from town)
Kind of put me on awkward footing for a bit, as she'd just about blind-sided me. But it was really nice, in retrospect. Now, if only I could get the kids to look awake while I'm teaching... (next year, I'm not teaching this class first thing in the morning. That's cruel of me, in retrospect...)
I've not mentioned it before, but my classroom is actually the teachers' lounge (it's the one room they had open in my time-slot), and as such has a stove-range, a fridge, sink, attached bathroom, etc. etc. It also serves as the rehearsal room for the school jazz ensemble (often first thing I do in the morning is move the keyboard, double-bass, and music stands out of my way... thankfully the drum kit never moves). Makes for an interesting environment. Oh, yes, there is a motorized wheelchair recharging unit in the room, so every morning someone comes in to grab the wheelchair for the student who needs it. We've gotten used to the (minor) disruption. Overall, it's a busy room.
Tuesday, the janitor had to come in quickly for something, and we just ignored her. After I'd finished teaching and closed up the room, I was walking out to my car, and the janitor caught up to me in the hall. She just started gushing to me, about me.
"You're a genius! You really know your stuff! Like you know everything about it!"
Uh, thanks. It's not really that hard, a lot of it comes from my day job.
"Great! The best thing is that you talk to the kids like they're real people!"
Uh... you mean they aren't? (Didn't actually say that, though) I just try to be the teacher I would've wanted back then.
"Cool! Hope you come back!" (She knows that I'm a volunteer teacher from town)
Kind of put me on awkward footing for a bit, as she'd just about blind-sided me. But it was really nice, in retrospect. Now, if only I could get the kids to look awake while I'm teaching... (next year, I'm not teaching this class first thing in the morning. That's cruel of me, in retrospect...)
