Today two of my classmates from the math education course I'm auditing and I had our first student teaching experience, in which we taught at my old elementary school in my old fifth and sixth grade classroom. I was teaching with two other students, who showed up twenty minutes late at the school and said they got lost. Sure. I managed to drop by Starbucks and grab iced coffee, spend a good ten minutes chatting with my old the 3/4 teacher, and then be ten minutes early at the 5/6 classroom where we were teaching. That rankled, and my teacher didn't want me to start without the other two, and made a point of having me wait for them at the office. I was so embarrassed for them, and for myself. Whatever, though, they got there and I got them to the classroom. It turns out we'd been misinformed about what materials we'd need so it took another 5 minutes to set that up. Welp. Thank goodness Ryan was there to help our group, because I was panicked and the other two were sluggish. But, onto the teaching.
Now, during our preparation, I'd mentioned that this is a Gifted and Talented Education classroom and that we, unlike the other students, were working with fifth and sixth graders, and so our students were far more likely to know the meaning of an angle, and to have a better grasp on understanding it, and therefore might find some of the exercises in the lesson plan boring, if not patronizing. I suggested that we ought to bring in some more advanced material to hold their interest. My groupmates didn't believe me, and it was fun to watch their faces as we lost control of a room full of kids. Of course, we pulled them back in, and I was constantly from then challenging them with questions that were not in the lesson plan -- the questions I would have wanted to be asked.
In addition, I had mentioned to the two classmates I was teaching with that it is well documentedĀ that teachersĀ don'tĀ callĀ girlsĀ as often as boys. I suggested we might want to avoid this pattern while we were planning our lesson, and they waved my concerns off. Nevertheless, while we were teaching, they called on two girls at the very beginning, and after the beginning effort, they didn't call upon a single girl. Of course, I took it upon myself to make up for that, but it just... this is one I really didn't want to be right on. I wanted them to call on students equally to give everyone a voice, and yet they continued to call on the same set of boys, the ones who raised their hands the highest and most frequently, each time without fail. That's not how you engage a class, and it's destructive to other students.
It's just funny -- because the research that shows this is thirty years old and still they refuse to do a damn thing about it. Boys will be boys? Nah. But hey, it's not all discouraging. The students are great. For my part, when I was talking, one kid, H, wasn't paying attention. Our teacher, whom I'll refer to as S for the remainder of this, directed him to sit on the carpet immediately in front of me. I engaged H, and after that, he was possibly my most loyal listener, and made me a beautiful origami table out of the pinwheel form we were working with. I repeatedly called on the girls, and on the boys who weren't raising their hands as often, and they really got the lesson, in addition to the bigger questions I was posing. The classroom was totally engaged.
And then, after our group lesson, the other two volunteers went home and I stayed to help through math. D engaged me a lot with questions, both about the problem set and about the teacher. W complained that the fifth graders use a college textbook and then the sixth graders have to do normal sixth grade math. I commiserated and suggested that they politely ask S about that and air their concerns about it. W was pleased with this idea. It turns out that W and H go to math circle every Saturday, and that they've got the AMC8 coming up to prepare for. I worked also with Da, who struggled with math, just to put something on paper, and with encouragement and me saying, "it's really okay if you get it wrong the first time, you just gotta get something down on paper and we can work with that," we got through the lesson. Turns out D thinks boys are gross and rude, and I don't blame her, but I can't actively agree with her on this. What I can do is to keep calling on the girls and encouraging them, to encourage all the students who don't raise their hands as high. I really love student teaching, and I'm going back in next Monday at the latest.