If any of
you have worked with kids or been around them at some point in your life, you
know what I mean when I say that you never can quite tell what will come out of
their mouths. This is one of the greatest joys of teaching! This week there
were a couple instances that come to mind that I’d like to share with you.
First, let
me remind you that this is middle school. Do any of you remember a time when
you were in middle school and something happened that, at the time, seemed like the end of the world? Looking back,
these things often seem quite inconsequential and I’m sure this is how these
students will view it in the future as well.
Now imagine
this. It’s the third class of the day for these students and they are going
over a reading passage trying to decipher the meaning of words they don’t know
based on context clues. The teacher has just finished modeling this and now the
students are working together in groups to finish the remaining words. Both my
teacher and I are walking around the classroom helping individual groups when
all of a sudden, I look over and there is a girl in tears. Of course our middle
school students are all over that in two seconds and there are three girls
walking over to comfort her, drawing the attention of the rest of the class as
a result. My teacher ends up pulling her
out of the classroom and a few minutes later, calls about four other students
as well. I continue teaching the lesson for the remainder of the time. About
twenty to thirty minutes later, just before the bell rings, everyone returns
looking somewhat sullen. I find out during our lunch break that sadly, there
had been some verbal bullying going on. The boy involved thought it was just a
joke but took it too far. He and his friends had apparently decided to nickname
this girl “Ostrich”. Now I know I probably shouldn’t have but I just started
cracking up, but an ostrich, really? Where did they come up with that? In
retaliation, she called the light-skinned Hispanic boy “Black” which didn’t
bother him one bit and just made him think that it was a big joke. In the end,
my cooperating teacher had to find a way to make him understand that name
calling is never something one should do and they spent about twenty minutes
doing some role playing until they did understand.
Let me
preface this story by sharing that one of the things I have struggled the most
with is classroom management. I have a hard time being stern because I don’t
want to be perceived as mean. It is something I will probably always be working
on to some degree, but no worries, I may have just found the solution to fool-proof
classroom management. It was an idea given to me by a student of mine after I
taught all day with a substitute in my cooperating teacher’s absence. He had forgotten
something in the classroom so he came back in at the end of the day to retrieve
it. As he was standing by his desk, he says to me, “Miss Verhage, you know what
you should do if the class isn’t listening?,” out of nowhere he pulls out a
whistle and gives it a blow, “use a whistle! That will get their attention.” I
said, “Thanks for the suggestion, but somehow, I’m not sure that would work
very well.” He counters by saying, “Well, you could just keep blowing it until
it hurts their ears and then they would have to stop and you can wear
headphones so that it doesn’t hurt your ears.” At this point, I believe I was
laughing as I thanked him for his suggestion and wished him a wonderful weekend. He is a
studious child and one of those kids that brightens my day each time I see him.
It’s times like this that makes teaching and all the work that goes into it
worth it.
Joffrey Ballet - Russian Masters |
These stories are not unique to the city, but what is unique, and one of my favorite things about Chicago Semester, is the opportunities to be attend art events! This week, we went to watch the Joffery Ballet! It was great to see the dancers telling a story as they danced and to watch them perform in ways I hardly thought possible with such an ease and grace. It was a relaxing, entertaining night and a good mid- week break.
Murals in Pilsen |
This
weekend the reality of teaching set in causing me to spend most of my time
writing and preparing lessons for this week. I did however enjoy time going
with my roommates to get ice cream from a local vendor and the opportunity to
use my Spanish as well as purchasing fresh made tortillas from the Mexican
bakery down the street. I absolutely love the culture of the neighborhood we live
in!
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