I met my fifth grade classroom today. My cooperating teacher has a great setup- for most of the day I am only working with a small group! My students are relatively well behaved. Most of the "special needs" are met entirely by being in a small group with a teacher who can give them individual attention.
Attitude at the school is generally negative, all the usual teacher's lounge crap that I was told expect. They're toxic and cynical and I have to keep away.
I had a great conversation at recess with Ramon, one of my students. He has a really thick chicano accent:
Me: Ramon, did you do your spelling?
Ramon: Man, I don't wanna talk abouts nothing with school right now. It's recess.
Me: Ok. Ramon, did you know that their are mites that live on your eyelashes?
Ramon: Yuck, how do I get them off?
Me: You probably shouldn't, they're probably protecting your lashes from something worse.
Ramon: Man, you are giving me a headache.
Me: Why?
Ramon: I'm not used to talking to people that gots so much knowledge.
Me: Well what do you usually talk about?
Ramon: I don't know, wrestling?
Speaking of which, in the lounge today I sat around and listened to my coworkers. I realized that they are kind of dumb, and maybe Ramon is right. I gots too much knowledge to be a teacher.
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