Every Tuesday morning I had a half hour treatment: from 8.15 bis 9.45 clock I sit in my teaching internship training seminar with Mrs. M. It is a bit like Scientology, only without the detector.
Mrs. M. is always in a pastel twin set, plus it combines dark, accurate reaching below the knee wool skirts and hair clips, which the Belarusian girl in my elementary school would have done justice. The worst is their we-are-all-a-family-and her smile Süßholzraspel voice, with which it makes clear to us without batting an eyelid, among other things, that it is a thesis paper, a case report, a scheme of articulation, and who knows what else required for this mini seminar.
The methods of their treatment plan is extensive, so I will mention only the highlights: for example, should we be Mozart (O-Ton Mrs. M.: "Since you can not go wrong") running through the room, relax while active and stop at the music tell our current man behind what we think about student motivation. Mrs M. happy
distributed small laminated colorful piggy with which they can form groups. The whole thing is of course wonderful for our Lessons apply, but take quite ten minutes for each pig to be chosen at all and found the group. In each
meeting they discussed briefly in dialogue with itself, what makes a good teacher. So far I am from these remarks yet realistic through the grapevine, as I think it makes sense for a little pop of an eight-grade students to the following to the head, "Could you refrain please, to stretch your legs into the aisle, I could fall over it." Otherwise, she always brings
teaching materials ("These are my favorite books that I can recommend especially") with, in the beautiful regularity vom Kurs verrissen werden, weil ihr Inhalt seichter ist als die Titel dumm: Kraftpaket für Referendare, timesaver and show-off, Powerworking für Lehrer, usw usf.
Ich glaube, sie denkt, alle Schüler wären absolut widerstandslose Zombies, die nur darauf warten, dass man sie mit Arbeitsblättern voller kleiner Häschen und Lämmchen belustigt, aber leider zieht das nicht mal mehr in der sechsten Klasse. Und Schüler sind auch nicht rund um die Uhr aufmerksam, quatschen ständig mit ihren Nachbarn und haben durchaus auch mal verdient, bestraft zu werden (bei Frau M. gibt´s nur "Ermutigungen"). Vermutlich haben sich Schüler bei ihr nie aufgelehnt, weil sie ihnen vorher das Hirn genauso weich gesäuselt is how she does it now with us.
A good but has my support group: I may or may not dozing in front of me and pictures with your eyes closed draw (so cold treatments) until it is then at 10.15 clock in Mrs. S. in developmental psychology really interesting and exhausting.
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