There is so much creativity to be had through my new teaching experiences. However, because of professionalism I cannot write an everything that gets my pen going. After an arduous student teaching stint (which brought out more tears than I thought I had in my body,) I have my own classroom for 12 whole weeks while a colleague is spending time with her new baby. The other day, I had to substitute for a directed study class during my prep period, and I wrote this little reflection to pass time (there were only four students.) I took some liberties with the setting, but I thought I’d share:
There is nothing scarier for an English teacher than to sub for a math class. No lesson on symbolism can decipher the mystery that is “x.” Why is it that a newly graduated college student can feel so small that even a decimal couldn’t quantify? I can do math. I can add up my GPA: 3.63. A good palindromic figure. It equals smart, right? You know, I rejoiced at my last math exam. My last math class, FOREVER! Four years later, I can truly say that “I’ll never use this” was a prophetic mantra.
Now I sit at the front of an unfamiliar classroom, tools of my trade in hand as I nervously glace at the boy with the calculator and twisted eyebrows by the window.
“Please don’t call on me” I think.