Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Trying to find poems to teach tomorrow. My uncooperative teacher wants me to do what one of my fellow student teachers refers to as "attack and kill": find the simile, metaphor, frippity fra. I'd rather have them enjoy the damn poem, since poetry is frequently so lousily taught. I'm thinking I'll yes her and just do what I damn well please: she's usually not paying attention while I'm teaching the class, anyway: grading papers and suchlike. I'm going to pretend she's not going to be there and prepare my lesson my way. With any luck she'll be her usual distracted self during our prep period and I'll get to do whatever I want anyway.

I think she was trying to be helpful when she gave me a lesson plan, though. Now I feel guilty....

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