So today in class we were making up sentences using the verb “is” in my kindergarten class… One student says, “My teacher is very pretty”….then Alex (my very precocious student) says “My chinese teacher iss…isss. very young” “Really Alex…how do you know? …My Chinese teacher is a thirty eight year old..very young”. “Alex…do you know [...]
Posts Tagged ‘teaching’
Old Maid Teacher Jennifer
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged age, teaching on March 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The babies on the bus go wah-wah-wah
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged children, job, teaching on March 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Those who know me, know I don’t “do” crying. I am not a fan of crying in public, other people crying, or me crying. Generally sniffling and sobbing makes me intensely uncomfortable. Today 5 separate students of mine cried. Fuck. The extent of my reaction is to hand them a tissue, beg them to stop, [...]
Face diamonds
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged language, teaching on March 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
In class today we were learning shapes. Yesterday I did the easy ones: circle, square, triangle. Today I thought we’d mix it up a bit: heart, oval, diamond.When I get to diamond and start drawing it, Thomas stops and says, “Teacher…diamond on your face.” I stop, and think what?….Then I realize. The nose ring. I [...]
Learning Curve
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged school, sick, teaching on September 1, 2008 | 3 Comments »
So my learning curve for classrooms I’ve decided is three days. It took 3 days to master the pre-K class and since today was the first day of teaching kindergarten as well as second grade, neither was mastered, maybe awkwardly handled, and finally completed. Managed to pretend I wasn’t sick all day. That and talking [...]
Poetry oh-noetry
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apartment, school, sick, teaching, travel, vacation on August 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Vacation Trip Jennifer is Sick Hides inside Drinks some wine First day of school… I thought I was done with this crap? Maybe that doesn’t rhyme, but then again poetry was never my thing, my thing was Victorian Literature, and all things written by dead old white men. As Pat knows about my diatribes against [...]