Oops. Missed out on posting yesterday so I suppose I’ll make this a post for Monday and give you all a bonus Saturday post or something or other.
Today marked the last day of the first week of practicum. I am quite utterly exhausted and, as my SAs so wisely put it, probably more stressed than I realized. The good news is that I still don’t realize the stress (besides the typical symptoms of some lack of sleep!) so let’s just move on…
Funny how we meta-talked yesterday, because today we’re going to discuss the opposite: the value of silence in the classroom.
Since today was day 3 of the two-week practicum, I finally had the wits to focus on a specific topic during my observations: the teacher’s use of language in a classroom. In fact, as I type I’m slowly beginning to form an inquiry question in my head.
The morning started out in a glorious fashion: with music. Choral music, to be exact. And boy, did it make a world of difference to my day.
Today was the first day of practicum and, golly, there are already so many things to write. I can’t really say what was more important or interesting: the scavenger hunt around school that we did to get to know the place a little better, meeting both my school advisors (although I had already met one…
Recently my prof showed my work in class, but it wasn’t the work I was expecting him to show. Regardless, I feel like I did a good job of pulling a noncommittal face but inside I felt like a kid again. Don’t you get that glow when someone says you’ve done a good job?