Wonderful! That grand DEMONstration was wonderful. We know simple past tense — they’re basically simple, self-explanatory for a high school student if he/she isn’t a no-brainer (and I feel like I’ve been talking about this for weeks). Regular verbs take the -d, -ed, or the change-y-to-i-then-add-ed-form. Irregular verbs either change or retain their spelling. You know the words LAY and PAY? These words are irregular verbs and they don’t take the change-y-to-i form either so just because they end with the consonant Y doesn’t mean their past tense take that form — that would be an overgeneralization, my dear. They become LAID and PAID (yeah, like those bunch of girls who get LAID then get PAID).
So guess what, I have to prepare for another grand DEMONstration because we had issues which we were unble to settle. It does concern our (not just me) “professionalism” because, well, they’re (ahem, you know them) not being good professionals themselves. Whatever. Bottom line: obey the god/s because we are poor lowly slaves cursed to live with this mundane routine which is about to expire.
I’m still thinking about my lesson though — would it be listening? speaking? reading? or literature? and definitely not writing (oh, good luck!). In public schools, they don’t focus on the listening and speaking part. They don’t have a speech lab either. Speaking can only be improved during group reports (that includes dramatization of a story or some boring play) and recitations (where students get to answer only a word or a phrase, their answering with a complete sentence deserves a muffin), so expect mispronunciations (including the past tense of READ and the word FENCE, for crying out loud). Oh yeah, that also includes their answering back when the teacher’s being a nagger. They don’t and will not listen to you right away even if you give them thousands of marshmallows (although Oreos could work, especially if it’s strawberry). Whatever. Bottom line: integration might be the best thing for those adolescents.
So what’s going to happen to me? Mark that calendar, August 10, because that will be my last day as a pain-in-the-butt student teacher that the students may have learned to love and hate. At the end of the day, surprisingly, I am the one who is more respected than the one who SHOULD be. Although in some ways, no amount of scolding, even if there are two teachers inside the class room, could stop 61 students from throwing school-made (I could’ve said home made but they make it in school) soft balls at each other.
Next time, remind me to bring Oreos in class. I’m not joking. Marshmallows can’t fool them. Maybe Pringles could? Am I being sarcastic? Whatever.
Pringles would definitely do the trick!
Good luck on the second grand demonstration~ I’m terrible with speaking in front of a crowd! What you do is pretty amazing.