I stepped with
unwilling confidence into the classroom. Luckily, I thought, I’d have this
lesson to practice before proceeding to my own class. The beauty of being
the maths teacher is that I teach both classes of the bilingual programme the same lesson. It’s true that
I was going to have about two dozen parents watching me teach, but they weren’t
the parents of my class and so I allowed myself breathing space. Apparently that
was my first mistake.
It dawned on me
that I may have miscalculated the moment that one parent put a video camera to her
eye; said moment being the second the bell rang for the lesson to begin. The camera ran the whole lesson.
While I must admit
that I flawed them for most of the lesson, at the end I did begin to weaken. I
usually prepare too much, but this time I had undercut my preparations. I was thumb-sucking eventually. That experience, combined with a quick chat in the break with my director, meant that
the next lesson went much smoother.
That was yesterday. Today the students are
being directed in writing short letters to one of the girls in the class. She
has taken ill with inflammation of the lungs and has been admitted to hospital.
It’s believed she’ll be there for a week.
This news has
caused the realisation that my throat is a little sore and has been since I
awoke this morning. I had brushed it off as a reaction to temperature change as
the weather has finally begun catching up with the season. Perhaps there is
more to it… (*begins scrounging for vitamins)
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