I've just finished (roughly) my first month of teaching. This is the first full week I've felt completely comfortable with everything going on around, and especially w/r/t the students. I'm having fun.
We are doing a "Who You Are" project in my sophomore classes. When I asked them to describe me, they clammed up at first until I told them that this was probably the only time all semester they'd have free range to make fun of me. My first class told me that: (1) I have "whack bangs" (2) that I wear stupid-looking K-Swiss boots (3) that I am weird, and (4) quite hesitantly told me that I was ... er... um... caucasian? Yeah. White! You're WHITE! Hahaha! You're white! A hush fell across the room during the last comment, as if I were going to be offended by the statement. I'm white. So what?
My second class of sophomores? Pretty much repeat the list, minus the "white" comment, and add a comment about me being "fat." Not with a "-ph." Just fat.
I love this school. No sarcasm. Promise.
We are doing a "Who You Are" project in my sophomore classes. When I asked them to describe me, they clammed up at first until I told them that this was probably the only time all semester they'd have free range to make fun of me. My first class told me that: (1) I have "whack bangs" (2) that I wear stupid-looking K-Swiss boots (3) that I am weird, and (4) quite hesitantly told me that I was ... er... um... caucasian? Yeah. White! You're WHITE! Hahaha! You're white! A hush fell across the room during the last comment, as if I were going to be offended by the statement. I'm white. So what?
My second class of sophomores? Pretty much repeat the list, minus the "white" comment, and add a comment about me being "fat." Not with a "-ph." Just fat.
I love this school. No sarcasm. Promise.
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