When I was a senior at Brandon High School my friends and I knew it all. There wasn’t a problem in the world we couldn’t solve; in our minds we ran the school. We had no respect for the “know-it-all” college students who wanted to be our teachers. While they were practicing their lessons we did our best to ignore them and paid them little respect. We did everything in our power to make their lives more difficult.
Based on my experience as a student, I expected the same of my students at Lafayette High School. When I was assigned to a senior classroom I called my mom crying. In my opinion, there could be nothing worse than teaching a class full of sassy seniors who wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say. When I contacted my clinical instructor she reassured me that her senior classes were well behaved and hard working.
I must admit I was skeptical on my first day. I was certain they would have their spitballs ready to attack as soon as I stood up to introduce myself. But to my surprise, they were smiling. Smiling? What? They were supposed to be glaring at me and planning ways to ruin my life! Instead they were asking me about my life and telling me my skirt was cute! My first day was better than I could have ever imagined and as I left the building I breathed a sigh of relief. I am going to survive my senior practicum. Praise the Lord. I might even dare to say I’m going to enjoy these seniors!
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