There is a nominee for the teacher of the year who I absolutely think is the worst teacher. Yes, I've had her. Yes, she made me miserable. Yes, this was after I was in high school - I was in graduate school. She was my cooperating teacher for my very first practicum. And in the interest of knowing that people actually read this thing, I'm not going to mention who, or where, or when this occurred, but I will say that this woman made me question teaching because she literally chewed me out on paper, behind my back, to my professor and on my evaluation sheet. She told me that I had no classroom presence, that I needed to CHANGE my major, that I had NO business being in the classroom. To my face it was all "oh, you're doing great" and "really nice job today" and then when I went in for my final eval with my professor she wrote on both sides of the paper with complaints about my teaching - or, in her words, lack thereof.
I saw her recently, at the bookstore, actually - two days in a row - and a part of me literally quivered. I ducked my head, because I did NOT want to make eye contact with her and for her to recognize me.
And for what? She thinks she has the secret to education? To teaching these impressionable youth? Well, I have just as much education as she does. And as far as I'm concerned, she will never be considered "teacher of the year" in my book. Ever.
And yes, I'm bitter.
*By the way. I didn't write this to get attention or credit for Trinity and the job I'm doing there. I really just needed to vent a bit. OH and I can definently say that she did NOT contribute to my education or my success, however small, in the classroom.
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