There is only one day left of my first, very own rock climbing class. I can't say I'm excited about that fact. They have been a great class and we've had SO much fun. The thing that I really love about teaching (and coaching soccer too) is seeing the progression from the beginning to the end and how the students get better at climbing each class. Some were scared of heights on day one but now they are trying the hardest routes on the wall. They filled out evaluations on me on Monday and honestly I'm scared to death of the comments they put down. We goof off and joke around so much there's no telling what they wrote. In evaluation of my own class, I will say that I learned a lot about being a teacher I guess. The big problem with this particular class is that I'm friends with a lot of them outside of class and have been for a couple of years now. Since we're all pals, it's hard for them to realize that they can't get away with murder. I'm a really chill person in general, but when you never come to class/you're always 15 minutes late, I'm gonna do some things to your grade, no matter how much we hang out otherwise. On the other hand, lets be honest, rock climbing isnt the most intense course at winthrop. It's meant to be fun and chill and a class where you can learn and excercise and swing around on ropes. Even though some days were more frustrating than others, I had the best class in the history of classes. ever. A couple of my students want to have a muffin date together before class monday morning in celebration of the last day. How great is that? They're adorable.
The quote of the day might have spurred on the above rant that no one cares about:
While belaying Hannah up the wall...
Amelia: "Quick! I need a quote! I have to be encouraging and positive!"
Janna: "umm. umm. Don't hate the player, hate the game!"
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Our muffin date is going to go down in history just like all of the epic rock-climbing competitions in our class! I'm in love with you!
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