I have a new student teacher, Mrs. Cutler, who is phe.no.me.nal. Seriously, she's awesome. She had to go it alone for two days a couple weeks ago when I was home with sick Sylvia, which is usually what happens to a student teacher right before they drop out of the program and run heading for the hills. But not this one! She had that classroom humming along nicely while I was gone - a true sign of a natural! Today we had a conversation about how great she is:
K: When does Mrs. Cutler get to teach by herself again?
Me: Soon! She has a solo day this week, two next week, then five days in a row the week after that, then....well, then she's done.
K: Done? What do you mean done?
Me: Well, it means she's moving on to her next placement and we won't have her anymore. BUT I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW! So let's not talk about it.
E: Will we get another student teacher?
Rowdiness ensues with lots of "whats?!" and "why nots?!" and my favorite, "You mean it'll just be YOU?"
Me: Yes, it'll just be me. What will I ever do without Mrs. Cutler here?
I: (the smug little boy who sits in the back of the class) Hey! Why don't we just cut a student teacher out of PAPER?!
I look at Mrs. Cutler, smack my palm on my forehead and shake it back and forth. Meanwhile the rest of the kids start shouting, "Yeah!!! A Paper Teacher!!!"
I used to feel like I was talking to a brick wall, but I guess I was wrong! Apparently these kids see us as 2 dimensional, flat objects that stand around the room and watch them work. Which, I suppose, is exactly how it should be. I'd like them to think they're doing all the work, and I just stand around and watch. Maybe I'll make a paper cutout of myself and my student teacher, then she and I can just curl up behind our desks and take a nap! That'll be the day!