I’ve had an interesting two days at school. Allow me to set the scene.
I am placed at a Prep-Year 12 school in Melbourne’s outer south east, and am teaching year 7 and 8 students with a very good maths teacher, Ms. W. Ms. W is also quite knowledgeable in things IT, so is able to hold quite a good conversation if and when I want to discuss matters which relate to my second teaching method. Which, admittedly, isn’t often.
Anyway, most schools in the local area are either Prep-Grade 6 or Year 7-Year 12. Ours is the only Prep-12 school, so we take in quite a number of new students at Year 7, as well as those who are just progressing up to teh next level at our school. A typical part of any Grade 6 program in the area is a ‘discovery day’, where the grade 6 students come to high school and spend a day with some of the teachers and starting to get a feel for how it works.
So on Tuesday at recess, the coordinator of one such day came in, as one of the planned teachers who would be taking sessions with grade 6 kids was no longer available. The session which required covering was an IT based one. My name was thrown forward as someone who could take such a session, as I would (in theory) have complete control over what I actually did. But it was instead decided that Ms. W would take the session, and I would take all of her classes.
So Wednesday rolls around, and I am teaching all five periods. I was already taking two of the classes, the other three were just a bonus! The day started out well, but went downhill from there. Although I did have a CRT in the room with me the whole day, I must admit, it didn’t help much. My first class for the day almost lost me my voice. My second class pushed me to the limit. Thankfully I had recess next. Ahhh, the new coffee machine in the staffroom is bliss!
Period three saw me in the computer lab, and this class ran quite smoothly. My fourth class however was a completely different story. No matter what I tried to do with this class, I just couldn’t make them do anything. There were, as in most classes, two or three kids who wanted to work. But most spent the lesson yelling, fighting, pushing, kicking balls and trying to figure out who should be dating who. No kidding, one conversation I caught was “…who’d ever want to f*** you?”, followed by “It’s OK _____, I’d willingly f*** you any day”. These types of statements from 13 year old girls!
So the end of the lesson came, I knew who had done what work but now the true test came. I sat in front of the door and waited. I waited. And I waited some more. After several minutes of listening to everyone yell “shut up!’ at the top of their lungs I finally heard something the vaguelly resembelled silence. I said, in a rather quiet manner, that I was waiting for silence before anyone went anywhere. Another few minutes later I got what I was after. So I dismissed half the class and kept the troublesome ones some more. Again the yelling started. I found it amusing that the same ones who were telling others to be quiet were the same ones who kept making the noise. I think it may have been about 15 minutes into lunch that I finally got silence, expressed my disgust at the group and let them go.
Speaking of lunch, I have never had a more peaceful 25 minutes sitting in a classroom all by myself. I relished the silence, because I knew period five was coming. And it was not going to be pretty. Needless to say it wasn’t, it was very much like period four. Except this time, the kids just left once the day was over. They didn’t wait for any indication that they could leave, they just left.
End of Wednesday.
Start of Thursday.
I was only to teach one class today, for a double period. I had decided to spend the first lesson covering the final key concept in their current topic, and the second lesson revisiting a skill many of them had failed to learn properly. Fortunatelyfor me, the second lesson was so incredibly appropriate for one of my new favorite classroom tools, the Interactive Whiteboard.
I was teaching the class how to draw a pie graph. So we had our raw data, converted it into percentages and then into the amount of ‘pie’ we needed to fill (reminding the kids that a circle has got 360 degrees, which does not equal the 100 per cent we also have. They didn’t quite get it at first). With my electro-protractor which was the size of Paris, I could very easily show the kids how to measure the angles and draw them into their graphs. And they loved it. The example graph we were building saw us needing six sections of pie. After I showed them how to manipulate the protractor on the board, I had twelve kids come up and fill in teh pie for me.
The kids loved it. So I left school on Wednesday feeling pretty down after a bad day, but I managed to regroup, write this great whiteboard program and left today feeling on top of the world.
It just goes to show that teaching is one hell of a roller coaster. And it can all change with a single lesson. The other thing I have taken away from this is the importance of planning. I spent a few hours last night thinking of how I could present this lesson to students. After some thinking and some other ideas, I finally decided on my approach, and created my materials. Here’s hoping they remember it for the test!

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