I don’t really have much to report today. I was filling in for a math teacher who took his seventh graders to a competition/workshop thing in Bismarck. As it was Friday before March 14, or as math teachers look at it; 3.14 (Pi Day). All assignments had to do with circles and figuring Pi.
I being a former English teacher would be far more interested in March 15, which is Sunday. This was the time of year when I was sure to be in the middle of The Tragedy of (you guessed it) Julius Caesar. It was absolutely my favorite time of school. I always saved Shakespeare for third quarter so that we could do Caesar.
The seniors would read Hamlet or Macbeth depending on which book I had at the time. The sophomores were reading Caesar and the freshman would be on Romeo and Juliet. The juniors were strictly American literature, so we would be reading an American play, maybe The Glass Menagerie or something on that line. It was great. I would have them do a related paper and some hands on project to go along with it. Some drew posters, a few young men made swords out of wood, a few made models with Legos or cardboard boxes, a few took small soldiers and made fight scenes, one girl even sewed a Victorian style dress for a 4-H project and submitted it. It was really great some of the projects that came through that unit. Those are the things I miss about teaching.
On the other hand, there were a few behaviors today that I really, really do not miss. I do not at all miss the young men who are so full of their own importance that no one and nothing can get them to sit down and just complete their assignments. I just keep telling myself that someday they will likely see their value to society in general. For now they will continue to ride the wave of their parents’ money and power. It is all good as long as we all realize their importance in life. At least as a substitute I have the choice to come and go, and for now I will choose to stay at home with my garden and sewing and knitting.
In fact, here are a couple of photos of what I have in the works. And, I promise that is the last of my complaining for a while. I just need to remember which teacher is organized enough to leave something for a substitute to keep the students working and learning.
This is all for today. I cannot believe that at 8:30 p.m. I am ready to call it a night. See ya tomorrow.