The Classroom
It's kind of funny that an hour and a half in the third grade classroom this morning could bring back the whole teaching experience again. I was just a visitor, sort of a fly on the wall. I was not introduced to the class nor did I get to talk to any of them but I watched and listened carefully.
There are certain types in every classroom. There was the girl who is quick to ask for permission to hand out materials to the class. In this case it was a basket of popsickle sticks with students names on them. She gave each student the right stick. The students put their stick into the proper place to indicate if they were carrying their lunch or buying lunch and which was their choice from the menu for the day.
There was the quiet girl who really knows the answers, even the most difficult. There was the class clown who really knew almost none of the answers but wanted desperately to know them, to contribute and be accepted. There was the slow poke who found so many things to do before settling down to work. Actually, there were several of these.
Latisha was in the back, almost as far back as I was. She seemed to know what was going on and be able to participate but she was also doing her own thing. She raised her jersey in the back and slid it down over the back of the chair. Then she put her jacket on and there she was, pinned to her chair.
There was the child who would rather read his book than pay attention to everything that was being said. In my classes, I had a tendency to be lenient with this type of student, because, they really do know the material and their minds go on faster than the pace of the rest of the class.
I liked visiting the classroom again.
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