My new boss observed my class Monday morning.
I thought the lesson went well.
The students were well-behaved and responsive. They understood the passage we read. They gave intelligent responses to the questions I posed.
When I went in for my conference, however, my new boss had a long and detailed list of notes.
As it turns out he has an extremely different idea of how a reading lesson should be taught than the way we've been doing it at my school for as long as I've worked there.
He wants a handout a day that includes the vocabulary in the portion of the story being read. My old boss abhored handouts and insisted we work with the same vocabulary list for the whole weeklong lesson.
New boss wants me to walk the students through every step of the reading and only pose long answer questions at the end. Old boss wanted us to get the students writing as early in the lesson as possible.
New boss is not unreasonable. Most of what he said had merit. I put it into practice as soon as I could.
It is interesting though how what can be right for one boss can be so wrong for another. How what was the LAW one year (don't make too many handouts! make 'em write!) becomes nothing more than a memory the next.
A little changing of the guard can be good for you. It shakes things up, makes you look at the world in a different way. New ideas, new techniques.
Sorta like whiplash.
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Hi. I have been reading different blogs this afternoon... I don't know exactly which is the porpose... Pero bueno, me encontré con el tuyo, una escritora que entiendo que habla español, pues enseña español, pero que parece ser americana.
I started my blog like one month ago, and, despite of my continuos encourage in reading and writing, (aunque mi mente creativa, la artística con la que quiero dar la batalla en este mundo podrido funciona es en español) I am too lazy to write often in my blog... Anyhow that's the idea: to construct a character who can express in this language all I would like to say about this language, and the consequent way of being that this language creates in its users.
Yo también escribo, y pretendo que sea literatura, aunque no he ganado ningún concurso literario (pero sí me gané uno por buen bailarín). Me gustaría leer su cuento, conocerla, without any commitment, any fear, please, that my biggest faul in my live is being totally sane, y de mis pocas intenciones con las mujeres, además de coqueteos inocentes, es conversar. And if they write, the forgotten link with the humanity becomes beatiful again. Bye.
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