and no, i don't get a raise
November 18, 2002, 6:34 pm
Even though I'm a compliment whore to the nth degree, it doesn't take much to flatter me. For example, when I was working in an office filing and other sundry office duties, one of the managers said, "Hey, these files are so convenient!" It made my day (yeah, I had set them up). If anyone walks by my classroom and compliments its colorful atmosphere, my loud voice, or how neat my handwriting looks upon the chalkboard, I'll blush and say "thank you" and attempt to look sincere, whilst saying "No, stop, stop" and making a "come on" motion with my fingers.
But I got a rather large compliment yesterday. Pretty huge.
Seems as though the new Superintendent is sending out a team of high-flalutin' politicians, business folks, grant writers, and other various people of vastly more important than peon-wastrel-teacher-persuasion out to our school for a heavy-duty observation. I was nominated by a core of my colleagues to be observed by these people, ostensibly because I'm a dern good teacher (probably because they didn't want the stress on them so close to our Thanksgiving break). Anyhoo, I'm getting observed, as well as one of *my* all-time favorite teachers (and A.A.County Teacher of the Year, 2001). It feels good (and not a bit humble) to be lumped in with such accomplished company.
Yeah, I'm psyched.
I'm also at a loss as to what the hell I'm going to teach. It has to be interactive and complicated, but easy enough to prevent the kids from getting lost or whining. We're doing poetry right now, and we might continue with that for Thursday (though I wanted to teach them how to start their dialectical journals for _Caged Bird_). *sigh* Decisions, decisions.
On the Shakespeare board today: "I wish to be abreast of your poison codpiece."