Tuesday is a late start day. My group was three people and we got stuff done. We always do. The basics of writing, the big picture, what we want from ourselves and students–it’s all the same. We’ve been banging that stuff out for years without flinching. Now, a PLC may not see our group as that special–after all, three people hardly make up a Professional Learning Community, but I hope that the three of us are on similar lines with North High and the community.
Some days in teaching aren’t that exciting, though. People may believe what the media presents as a classroom setting, but today was me giving a test on British poetry for seniors and reviewing for a poetry test tomorrow for regular sophomores. Shivers.
For honors students, there was Brave New World talk, and they asked good questions, there was some back and forth, but I have to grade some tests now. I realize some teachers don’t like the “test” format, but, for Brave New World, I’m going to ask them a lot of “weird” questions, and not just matching, true/false, multiple guess, and short answer. They know they’ll be applying the book to today’s world, which is why we still read Huxley.
This day happened. Tests and review. Yawn. Tuesday. It’s 180 days–not every day has fireworks.