My journey through Graduate School to earn a Masters of Art in Education. I was on track to become a teacher, but now everything has changed, and I'm on the job hunt with a Bachelor's in Liberal Arts and a Master's in Education with no teaching certificate.

 

More Catching Up

Tuesday was a little better. I was able to get to school on time, which was important because I was presenting the lesson with MC. MC is one the most infuriating people I've met. I have a long list of people who seem to have no social skills but have a strong need for public acceptance and it is just painful to watch them speak, listen to them, or be in a conversation with them. MC is on that list.

I admit that most of what happened was purely my fault. On Thursday we finished hammering out this lesson, and since she had more time, being a part time student, she offered to type it up. She showed it to me and approved it with a cursory glance mainly to get her away from me. I also did not review the lesson as completely as I could, another fault.

So she yammers on for a third of our allotted time in an anecdotal introduction, which wasn't needed, and then just handed the floor to me. I was unprepared for what happened next: I got stage fright. I haven't had stage fright for years, probably the 8th grade or so. Standing in front of those people with the overhead light in my eyes, I just froze up. So what does MC do? She takes over, brushes me aside, and does the damn lesson. My help was not wanted, requested, or required. My participation was dismissed. And I have to be graded on this.

Tutoring kind of sucked. I wasn't on. I am not providing A and R focused lessons in math. I tried to let it go at lunch. I checked for the sixth time that I still had my mid term with me. I have a history of losing assignments for no reason whatsoever and I had emailed them to myself as a backup plan.

I turned the midterm in and got my score on my first reading response. 49 points out or 50! Boy did that brighten me up. There were no fifty's and I suspect that there were a lot of 49's, but that's cool. I was worried about my score on that one. Turning in a second piece of writing without feedback from the first is hard to do.
I took my wife out to pizza to celebrate and to apologize for my rotten mood the night before.
posted by Josh English at 7/16/2003 12:54:00 PM