Nothing too exciting has happened in the meantime. I did, however, conduct an apple tasting in my classroom. We tried Gala, Braeburn, Pink Lady, and Honeycrisp apples. Conclusions? While Pink Lady is definitely the classiest apple, Honeycrisp is the best tasting. Landslide vote.
Energy levels were high at the apple tasting. Times like those I'm reminded that my students are children. I am getting really good at giving clear, measurable directions. You would probably throw yourself out of the window if you had to sit through one of my classes:
"I need everyone to clear their desk. Silently! Good, Jessica. Good, Brittany. Totally bare. Justin's got it. Hold your questions. This is not a good time to ask me questions. Good, Donyetta. Almost everyone has followed my instructions. I'm waiting for 3 people to clear their desks. If you are talking, you are not following my directions."
blah, blah, blah. Ad infinitum. Middle school is a strange animal. This year I am a control freak and I think it is a good thing... but if I stay in teaching I don't think I will always run my classroom this way. I am convinced that somewhere in the 3-5 year mark a teacher really finds his/her stride. I'm just doing what I need to do to keep my sanity and the kids in their seats. Okay. Not totally true. That was last year.
This year I am doing what I need to do to keep my sanity and the kids' mouths closed. Baby steps.
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