Today I have no cooperating teacher. So I guess this is the day I figure out how much of my authority is still coming from the perceived threat that disobeying me will provoke my cooperating teacher.
Mercifully, our day is extremely segmented and well planned. So this will pass pretty quickly.
Yesterday, one of my "heavier" students broke straight through a chair. It took everything I had not to cackle- especially after one of my students with a particularly staccato prosodic speech problem said "oh uh-snnnn-ap-uh." Getting over this reminds me of getting over my squeamishness as a surgical assistant. You just get over your feelings because you have a job at hand- not through any convoluted emotional thought process or rationalization. Except I wanted to get over squeamishness- but not laughing.
I was sucking up my own laughter while telling one of my students not to laugh. I must have done it pretty convincingly though- because my student gave me that ashamed look I always gave in his situation!
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