Observation can never be neutral. I was sitting in the back of someone's class taking notes while I observed her teaching; I wasn't there to judge, but of course I was comparing myself to her. We are both second-year teachers; though, my students are a year younger than hers. I can say mine are more well-behaved than hers.
I noticed how insecure the kids felt. They didn't answer questions and they teased each other frequently. I was pretty miserable and bored myself sitting through the short classes. The clowns just wanted to get sent to the suspension room, and usually they got to go. It must be fun in there.
That school was in a really rough neighborhood that was the site of a gang-related shooting last year. I imagine the kids just come to school to be safe, make friends, and make it through.
My students seem less troubled, but I don't think they realize that. The kids I know don't always meet my expectations, but I am not going to lower them one bit. I am glad all those kids have a teacher who cares and challenges them.
Amanda writes to find her voice and to follow the footsteps to see where they lead.
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