Now that I've gotten into the groove of teaching, this experience is no longer overwhelming. I'm not stressing about everything, I know how to plan properly (well, for the most part.), and I'm not spending unnecessary hours mulling over what I need to do for the next day.
I've picked up my second class, now. It is science 9. I never thought I'd be one for teaching the younger grades, but every single student in this class was fabulous. I'm sure much of that had to do with the way Mrs. Robertson had taught prior to my coming, but it was a treat. The students knew when to have a good time, and when it was time to be studious.
I taught my very first science lab on Friday! I was terribly nervous for it. Chemicals and children don't often mix all that well, but there were no issues to be had. Students followed safety procedures to a T, the experiment worked for everyone, and it was enjoyed by all. I even had the students ask what kind of gas was produced during the reaction. I wasn't able to answer this, and neither could Mrs. Robertson, so we did what any good scientist would do -- redid the experiment with that question in mind. Through chemical equations, we were able to narrow it down to either oxygen or carbon dioxide.
These two gases have opposite reaction when exposed to a flame -- oxygen would make the fire grow, and the carbon dioxide would snuff the flame. As it turns out, the gas was Carbon dioxide.
The science class is polar opposite to my ELA 20 class. Don't get me wrong, they're a lovely class -- they're just a bunch of chatty 17 year olds. I found it really hard to be productive in a class of ~22 boys and 5 girls. Through these three weeks, I was only able to get through 4 texts. Holy moly.
Well, sometimes you win, sometimes you skin, eh?
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