Today, I began my mentor partnership at the community school. This semester I will be going to the school three times a week in order to learn first hand what it takes to be a teacher. I am paired up with quite the eccentric teacher and I hope our personalities and ideas do not clash. She is taking the strategy of throwing me directly into the game. For instance, it’s day one and she gives me a student and tells me to show him how to write a reflective piece. Okay. I haven’t written a reflective piece since high school and I’m not sure what the exact assignment was but now I’ve got to smile and pretend I know what’s going on. I knew he needed to pick a specific event and reflect so that’s where we started. It turned out well I believe.
One of the biggest challenges of this was remembering that he is a high schooler who has not had the writing practice that I have experienced. It was hard to watch him write “theirs” instead of “there’s” but I reminded myself that it’s only a rough draft and his passion is in football, not writing.
The strangest part of the day was when the teacher introduced me as Ms. [insert my last name here]. I was thinking, nope that’s my mom. I guess I’ll get used to it, because it does give me some sort of authority. It just feels strange.