Saturday class observation today.
K has Saturday's off so we were lucky and I didn't need to try to be in two places at the same time and instead spent half of each of the two periods of observation in each class, swapping in the middle in the middle of a hallway somewhere.
Meg's class was looking at processed foods and their core raw ingredients. They had done the research at home with their parents the night before and now it was time to re-write their notes in a cloud graph (?) format. Simple enough, right?
Well, it would have been if all the kids had done their homework! Or had parents who thought to double check their facts before telling their kids the answers. Case in point the girl studying pork and it's processed products had Corned beef as a product.
Think about it for a second:
So, as the class descended into pandemonium with a cacophonous chorus of 'Seeeennnnseiiiii!' and 'I don't underrrrrrstannnnnd!' the teacher invited the parents to come and help their kids.
So, I jumped in raring for a chance to get involved.
And Meg hissed at me 'What are you doing?'
'Your teacher said the parents can come and help!' I bubbled back.
'None of the other parents are interfering. Go swap with daddy. Now. Please.'
She was right.
Not that I was interfering- clearly I was helping rather than hindering- but that no other parents had moved from the back of the room.
I thought maybe I'd misheard the teacher and was feeling a bit embarrassed when the teacher reiterated that we were not to hold back and do mingle.
So, I did hear right.
I was just the only one who did what I was told, hey?
Before I got a chance to leave or convince Meg I should stay Meg's friend called out to me to help her.
A-chan has been in Meg's class from 3 year old kinder onwards. That's six years and three class changes later and they're still in the same class. There are three of them actually and considering there were three 3yo kinder classes, four Grade 1 classes and five Grade 3 classes it's pretty freaky that they have been together the whole time, right? Anyway, A-chan called out to me to help her describe the process of making ham. We used my phone to google the process and she was thrilled that I could help and told Meg that I was amazing.
Next I helped the boy sitting next to A-chan describe the process of turning corn into cornflakes. He told Meg my phone was cool and I was amazing.
As I was finishing there there was a grudging mumble behind me and Meg decided I could stay if I really wanted.... and could I help her remember which flour is used to make udon... please?
A little more googling and it was time to swap rooms with K.
Amy's class was doing a class on morals that I remember from when Meg was in Grade 1:
The wolf is nasty and teases people who want to cross the bridge. One day a bear comes along and teases the wolf who has an epiphany about his antisocial behaviour and turns over a new leaf and apologises and isn't it just so much nicer to be nice to people? At each stage in the story the kids have to respond to the information and guess how each character is feeling.
It's all a bit boring and formulaic and frankly faked as the teacher solicits plenty of opinions but only writes down the ones that support her argument which annoys me but anyway,
everytime the teacher asked a question Amy sat bolt upright and raised her hand as high as she could.
And it made me smile.
That's just like me when I was a kid.
As though the teacher would choose who to ask based on their posture.
Ohhhhhh, go Amy, you little mini-me!