Someone else's student teacher sat in my room today and observed my classroom. And you know how it is when anyone observes your classroom. You second guess yourself. The little critic in my head kept talking
Am I explaining this enough?
Do they understand what I want?
Is this going well?
Are they really trying?
Oh my God, they're talking again!
But the student teacher and I talked about what I did in class. And the things I know deep down, but never articulate, came out.
They've got to talk about it. I know, it seems like the girls would be the ones to talk about it. The girls listen, watch, and write.
The boys. They talk. They joke. They laugh. They argue. They're loud.
It looks like they are wasting time and just messing around.
Something happens in that time. Ideas form. Words are written.
And by Friday they will have pretty decent drafts. By next Friday, they will have some amazing things written.
And so when you walk into my Creative Writing class and see that the girls are reading mentor texts and, oh so carefully, writing practice drafts. When you look and see the boys giving each other crap, arguing the rules of LARPING (don't ask), and laughing about their latest escapade, don't assume that they aren't getting anything done. Wait until you read what they write!