Friday, July 10, 2015

Aliens and Teachers

The greatest part of being a student teacher was the fact that it afforded the individual a break from the typical labors of academia and a chance to enter into a world of childlike wonder and drama that best suits those around the age of nine.
At one of the schools, let’s call it the Academy, I was given a day to teach the class myself.  I excitedly planned my lesson trying to conjure up something that was both educational and fun, and when the day I arrived I was ecstatic.
We first read a Shel Silverstein poem and analyzed and discussed. 
And then we composed a short story on the white board and took turns correcting each other’s grammar.
“Is anything wrong with this sentence?”  I’d ask.
“But Miss Ann, I think Greg’s part about the spaceship is ridiculous.”
“ Well don’t worry, Jenny, you’re turn is up next so you can add what you want to the story.  However, are there any grammatical errors?”
“It should be ‘is’ instead of ‘are.’”  One of the boys pointed out.
“True. Anything else? ... Alright, good work.  Jenny, you’re up.”
“Ok... so my sentence is ‘And then spaceship disappeared!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Greg wailed, horrified that his wonderful contribution had been so quickly destroyed.
Poor Greg.
By the time our lesson had concluded we read the incredibly haphazard tale of a little boy who broke his head and was abducted by aliens (who ended up not really existing).
The girls were enchanted with how gracefully the aliens and spaceships were eradicated from the story.   The boys, however, were less enchanted with with fact.
“MISS ANN!” Jenny proclaimed, raising her hand when it was all over. 
“Yes?”
“I would like to make a speech.”
“Oh alright, we have a moment.  Is it about class today?”
“Yes.”  She cleared her throat and stood up.  “I just wanted to say that today has been the MOST fun I’ve had at this place in YEARS.” She pounded her desk for emphasis.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I think that is quite an excellent speech, although I may just be being vain.
Alright, it’s time for my tea now...
OVER AND OUT.

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