My voice was clear and energized.
I made eye contact, made a few silly comments that immediately eased the group into a mindset that we were all on the same page, though I was behind a podium and they were in their seats.
We dove into discussion of my favorite book and looked at it from all corners, all points of view.
Each question seamlessly moved into the next one, prompting discussion and exploration. . . between myself, the teacher and perhaps 4 students.
out of 20.
One girl smooth out went to sleep.
Handfuls had not even read the required portion of 114 pages.
One girl had only read about 20 pages, but decided to try to commandeer class with her analogy of Jem, Scout and Dill to the Rugrats.
And ya know…perhaps it was a valid analogy. But I don’t know a Rugrat from real rat so it was lost on me. I just smiled, and let her continue to smack her gum and twirl her cinnamon colored hair extensions.
The girl that commented on how “i just really hope that doesn’t ever happen again” regarding the Holocaust was happy to talk about how sad she was that the dog got shot.
As for the rest of the class…blank stares.
Seriously. I was expecting Billy Mahoney to show up any minute and start kicking the living crap out of everyone.
(twenty points for the Flatliners/Keifer Sutherland reference. BAM)
There were a few, however…that were engaged. They smiled. They enjoyed the information in the packet I prepared. They watched the documentary and learned a few things. My professor was encouraging, which was nice considering she started the class by chewing out a few students and then telling us that she had no sleep due to personal family issues.
Class was over, students filed out, I was left with the extra handouts and a raging headache.
Just like a real teacher.