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Day One Hundred Eighty-One

Today was the last day of classes, and it was something of a mixed day. 

There was a graduation rehearsal this morning, so a bunch of my seniors stopped by one last time to say thank you, and give me hugs or high-fives, and one even brought me candy (my students know I have a massive sweet tooth). Plus, it’s Pride, so a bunch of students were running around with rainbow-colored flower crowns in their hair, showering people in glitter (with their consent, of course). So there was a lot of joy.

And my first section of World was awesome. I started class by leading a cheer, as I’d done yesterday, and then we got down to business. I think going over how to outline for the final was especially helpful for these students; a bunch of them told me afterwards that they felt much more confident and prepared, and I’m glad. They were super proud to turn in their Multi-Genre Projects, too, and they were cheering each other on the whole block. Like, one student would finish and others would clap for them. 

Block 4 was fun, at first, too, but shortly after class started, two of my students were escorted down to the SRO’s office. I don’t know exactly what happened, but, clearly, there was an Incident. It’s a lousy way to end ninth grade, that’s for sure. 

So… That happened. But the rest of class was all right. I spent part of it in the hall because a handful of my students went out to record audio for their projects, and a handful of Mr. T’s students were out there, too, and everyone was being a bit silly. At one point, they attempted to steal one of my desk chairs, but they stopped when they realized I was just going to let it happen. Heh.

When Block 5 rolled around, Mr. F and Mrs. T converged on my classroom. I was taking down posters when they came in because the tape loses its stickiness in the summer humidity, and I like redecorating in the fall anyhow. I also cleaned out my desk and cabinets, put away some of my supplies, etc… while we were talking. It’s not like I had to get it done in a hurry; it’s just a habit of mine to take my classroom apart as soon as classes end. Mrs. T says it’s the opposite of nesting instinct, which… Pretty much.

But I paused long enough to celebrate the fact that we’d made it through a really tough year. I mean, yeah, there are still finals, but we’re done teaching for the year, and we’re pretty happy about how most of our students learned and grew. It was wicked hard to make it happen sometimes, but we did it.

Day One Hundred Eighty-One

You know, I’ve written a lot about teaching APUSGOV, and I still don’t think I’ve conveyed what an amazing experience it was, so let me review. My students got a sitting congresswoman to come to class and have a chat. Then they got nine (of twelve) candidates vying to replace her to do the same, and not one left without telling me “Those kids are brilliant.” They showed me that brilliance  in class and beyond it. They led a walkout, they met with the governor, they spoke to the press. 

They were a one-in-a-million bunch of students. 

I bring that up again today because The Principal wrote me a really nice note about them and the work I did as their teacher. I say I was mostly just along for the ride, but I appreciated that he took the time to do that.

I gave World finals (reflective essays, just like the midterms) to two of my four sections of the course. I haven’t graded them yet, but I don’t anticipate anyone did really poorly (I can spot that at a glance). The students said they felt confident about it and I got a bunch of sweet thank you messages. I also got an unexpected and awesome gift. Behold the Death Star plant:

Teaching is cool.