I was at school from 8:45 until 4:45 today and now I am sitting at my desk as my industrial sized printer prints short-answer tests for two different classes next week. My class planner is out in front of me as I get the tiniest bit ahead for the next couple of weeks. I graded a stack of journals for one class today and have 59 more waiting in a digital drop-box for another class.
Today I discussed disabilities and People First Language with my family course. We brainstormed every romantic comedy we could think of in Sociology of Women as I wrote all of the titles on the board. We watched this video, the class got into groups to discuss what they have learned from watching these movies over and over. Next each group will work together to write about new characters and a plot for their own romantic comedy that takes into account what we have covered so far in class this semester. My intro course in the late afternoon discussed everything they loved that teachers have done in their classes and everything they hate, then we discussed two of Paulo Freire's teaching methods.
I have been continually amazed by my student's willingness to go along with an unconventional teaching style. It's been months now, of days just like today, and I still feel so darn lucky. I walked down the stairs from my last class thinking that I really have the very best job. And I am not exagerating when I tell you I have had that exact thought at some point every single day.
