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In four days I'll be leaving Stewart Hall, never to return. Oh, I'll miss signing in people based on chromosome, not to mention leaving campus every time I want a beer. I can't figure out at what point this regression was completed, but it rankles awfully, all the more so because I've been out of college for four years and haven't had a roommate in six. I couldn't ask for a better roommate, either-- it's just the principle of the thing.
The last class left a bitter taste in my mouth, too-- but that's another story, one that ends with the earth-shattering tradgedy of me getting a b. As far as objectivity is concerned: a rubric does not make you objective. Defenitions change, qualifiers change, and there was far less correlation between my preformance and my grade as there was between the graders and my grade. So I got a B? I was unlucky, and got the wrong person for my twice-in-one-day. Totally arbitrary, but them's the breaks; even from the flaws in the system, you learn something.
One irony-- their biggest complaint was that I needed to have more confidence up there, more presence. Which was never a problem, until I got that D. Ultimately, I got alot of really great advice-- and some that was not so great. and yes, i do think it's important to learn how to do the 'dog-and-pony show' that all the teachers were so on about. it's an invaluable life skill, learning to color within the lines, and one that could stand much cultivation from where i stand. but it's not why i'm here. i'm here to teach kids, to eat catfish, and hopefully to pick up a southern accent somewhere along the way. (I'd say my goal was to become a Southern Lady, but I don't want to have unrealistic expectations.) The dog and the pony? not even at the top of my list. We do have a big yard, though.
The last class left a bitter taste in my mouth, too-- but that's another story, one that ends with the earth-shattering tradgedy of me getting a b. As far as objectivity is concerned: a rubric does not make you objective. Defenitions change, qualifiers change, and there was far less correlation between my preformance and my grade as there was between the graders and my grade. So I got a B? I was unlucky, and got the wrong person for my twice-in-one-day. Totally arbitrary, but them's the breaks; even from the flaws in the system, you learn something.
One irony-- their biggest complaint was that I needed to have more confidence up there, more presence. Which was never a problem, until I got that D. Ultimately, I got alot of really great advice-- and some that was not so great. and yes, i do think it's important to learn how to do the 'dog-and-pony show' that all the teachers were so on about. it's an invaluable life skill, learning to color within the lines, and one that could stand much cultivation from where i stand. but it's not why i'm here. i'm here to teach kids, to eat catfish, and hopefully to pick up a southern accent somewhere along the way. (I'd say my goal was to become a Southern Lady, but I don't want to have unrealistic expectations.) The dog and the pony? not even at the top of my list. We do have a big yard, though.
posted by Elizabeth at 9:06 PM
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I imagine that teachers who teach teachers are a little like law school professors. They have either never taught (practiced law)or it has been so long that they couldn't find their way to a classroom (courtroom). Law school would probably make any graduate teaching program seem extremely relevant as:
-there is no requirement that a law student write a contract (for business lawyers) or make a court appearance (litigators), or
-ever talk to a client.
The hot shot law students get on law review, which doesn't do much of anything practical other than teach them how to be law professors-and thus the cycle continues.
Those of us who gave a shit about who we might be representing did the legal clinic program where we actually saw people with real problems.
There is another common theme. Law professors saw it as their duty to break you to pieces so that they could mold you into the image they thought a lawyer should be. What they don't understand is that there is no mold for lawyers-or teachers.
Teach children and eat catfish. Aren't you suppose to keep in touch with your friends? Miss ya.
billy
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