We were a student down yesterday, Arturo didn’t make it into school. I didn’t think too much about it because he had complained of a stomach ache on Monday. He wasn’t in today, because he was in hospital. Recovering. From an operation. Ooops. Earlier on this year, in August we had talked about adaptations in Science. We had discussed the fact that a long, long time ago humans used to eat grass. Grass is very difficult to digest. In fact, to help digest grass cows have four (?) stomachs. Humans only have the one stomach, but what they did have was a working appendix. This helped them with the heavy work of “getting the goodness out of grass“. Of course, nowadays most of us don’t eat grass – even Miss Lilian gives it a miss – so our appendix is useless. It just sits there, in our tummies with nothing to do. Except, it is fully loaded with “grass-digesting-acid” and when it gets bored, it decides to cause problems. it fills up with horrible stuff and makes a decision to explode. [This is a very bad description of appendicitis, if you are thinking of becoming a doctor I’d look elsewhere for a description.] Anyway, Arturo’s appendix had decided to “join the other side“. As I explained, back in August, this is not necessarily a problem if it is caught quickly enough. And, in Arturo’s case, he is fine. In fact, he has already told his mum that he expects to be back in school on Thursday – because there are exams next week! If you are reading this Arturo, don’t worry. Get better, get strong. The exams will wait. You are more important!
The maths lesson was a return to prime factors, in a way. It was also a quick revision of
H.G.C.F. and a lead in to L.C.M.. It went well, very well. In fact, as far as I can remember, the only person who made a *huuuuuuuge* mistake was Mr. Kay. I confused the G.C.F. for the L.C.M. , and then proceeded to confuse everyone by claiming that the L.C.M. of 16 and 32 was 16 (instead of 32). I had to take myself out of the classroom and give myself a good talking to. (I think there might have been some screaming and shouting involved as well.)
In the English lesson there was also some screaming and shouting. Again it was Mr. Kay who was involved, except in this case it had more to do with him creeping round the classroom, and coming up behind some third graders who were trying to hide near Sr. Francisco’s workshop. This put them very close (just outside) the classroom windows. The English lesson was complicated enough – trying to explain the difference between compound, complex, and compound-complex sentences – without several children sitting outside the window, chatting away. However, one good scream from Mr. Kay and they all ran away. It also had the added benefit of making sure that everyone in my classroom was also awake!
I love teaching. I really enjoy it. I like teaching maths because it is full of “oh yeah” moments. Those moments when students get something, suddenly understand it, and immediately (and totally involuntarily) go “Ohhhhhhh!”. As if a firework display had suddenly gone off in the classroom. I enjoy teaching Science. I love the fact that children have endless fascination about information. It is brilliant to see the world through children’s eyes, to realise that just because we, as adults, know stuff, the whole world is new to them. I love teaching sport, specifically rugby (I will talk about this a bit more at morning line up tomorrow). In fact, I enjoy teaching most subjects – even the ones that I am no good at. You should see some of my art! However, i could never be a music teacher. I popped in to Professor Marvin’s music lesson this afternoon, and he was quite happy with the work that was going on. He had given the students five minutes to practise a musical piece. They were all practising at the same time! It sounded like this:
I have nothing but respect for anyone who can sit through that without going home every night with a headache! Of course, because I know nothing, and he is a better music teacher than I will ever be, the result of this cacophony was very impressive:
Oh, I was going to tell you a story about why W*dn*sd*y became W*dnesd*y, and how, six years ago on September 21st 2006 I made a decision to move to Mexico. But that might have to wait for another time. The pizza has just arrived and I am hungry!
- Maths: Reteaching 3-4 Nos: 4 -> 9 Practice 3-4 Nos: 1 -> 10
- English: Spelling Workbook p. 14, 16
- Writing Assignment: Book Report (for Friday)
- Read: 20 minutes
- Homework Diary: signed
- LAPTOPS: fully charged and in school