




When asked to choose which is more important, iron or monumental architecture, one student wrote this: "We thank iron is better because weapons are way better then we can go steal people
Or perhaps it was when we were outling classical empires on a world map in colored pencils. One student was coloring the Pacific Ocean red. I pointed to it and asked what the red represented. "China." he replied.
I am young. I am twenty-three and have only been out of high school for five years. I haven’t seen any teachers in the school that are closeto my age yet, though most of the teachers I have met so far are in the social studies department or are coaches. I have a feeling that the math and science teachers might be younger. Sometimes I can relate better to my students than my cooperating teacher. My sister is still in high school and I find myself talking to my students in a similar tone that I would use to talk to her and her friends.
Once I was in the faculty restroom when the door opens and a teacher yells, “Nobody under the age of 26 is allowed to be in here!” I froze in my stall for a brief second until I remembered that I was allowed to be in there. I came out and she looked at me and said “Not you.” Apparently a bold student had slipped in.
This past week has been very surreal. For starters, the school that I am student teaching copied the same floor plan as the school that I attended. Sometimes when I am walking through the hallways between classes, I forget that I am in another school. For a split second I think that I am going to my next period in a sea of my peers until I notice the colors on the wall- red and black instead of purple and gold- or the yellow brick in the courtyard instead of the classic redbrick Richardson is known for.
Multiple times this week I have sat at my desk half-listening to the lecture and the Coach barked out my name, “Megan! What’s the answer?” My mind rushes to try to remember what he is talking about and I panic over the thought of the teacher catching me not paying attention. I sit there cold until his student, Meagan, answers the question she raised her hand for.
Overall school is going well. People keep asking me how it is and I either tell them frightening tales of students not knowing the difference between India, South America and Africa (we're in High School) or I tell them that I'm still observing so it is incredibly dull. A lot has happened but it is difficult to put into words. I guess I'll work on that.





I'll post on my first week of school this weekend... I think I'm still processing.