12th September
2011
I feel more confident.
Well, confident about the fact that I’m getting back into the PSHCE
groove, but not about the new IT system.
You see, Powerpoint isn’t working properly; a bit hit and miss. My immediate thought is that I need a plan B
that involves me, paper, a whiteboard and some students with not a SmartBoard
or PC in sight. Back to the 80’s. The
register online is working so that’s a plus.
It’s nearly time to go to the classroom.
You remember, the one that hems me in like a sheep off to the slaughter
house.
As I
sit down I am still secretly hoping that Powerpoint works. The HoD has spent lots of time preparing some
fantastic resources and I really want to use them. It isn’t working. I decide to fill in the register as if they
are all present and then put the absent ones in later as it will save me
time. One student is missing from last week. I wonder where he’s gone – probably an error
from last week and he’s moved groups.
I decide to work on my ‘points
of control’, so when the first students appear and place their faces against
the door window panel, I mouth ‘wait there’ and put up my index finger to indicate
they need to wait. That works. Then I go
to meet and greet to let them know I still remember their names. I do and they smile a smile that says thanks
as they begin to sit down. Point of
control number 1. That works.
“Sit
in the same seats as last week please,” I state belatedly, as it will help my
name remembering. They do and my memory
hasn’t failed me. One student wasn’t
here last week so his name will be even easier to remember. They are quite noisy and I expect it,
understand it, but don’t accept it. I
stand bolt upright in my very tiny teaching spot and scan the room, spotting
eyes watching me and many that aren’t. I
‘Biffle’ them. It works a treat –
again. I love that man. One student gets out of her seat and wafts
last week’s A5 homework sheet and starts to tell me which one of her dogs
licked the ink off it. Her bravery
prompts 4 others and I can’t stand the primary school queue that is forming so
I say, “If it’s about your homework, sit down.”
My hand involuntarily pops up to match my disappointed face and to call
a halt to their march. They all troop
off, happy there is to be no personal telling-off from me. I must have a quick starter on their desks
next week.
“Your
homework should be on the desk in front of you.
If you haven’t got it please put up your hand.” Five arms raise. “I want to tell you my thoughts about your
homework. It’s your responsibility to
write it in your planner, take it home, complete it and bring it back. I don’t like, or want, excuses. 20% of you
haven’t done it for various reasons, so that means 80% of you have and I like
that figure. Next week it needs to be
100%.” I like Year 7 and I am oozing positivity,
but I still have to teach them how to treat me.
I
ask them to draw around their hand on three separate pages of their books and
tell them they have 6 minutes to put the titles and answers to the questions on
the board there too, but in silence. I
just about remember ‘transition time’ and root myself to the spot and watch
their every move as they settle into the task.
Three students raise their hands but I am now on my game and in full
flow. I show them my flat palm and mouth ‘in a minute’ so softly that it’s
barely audible. I don’t want ‘transition time’ interrupted as I need to know
the ones I have to help. It will be those 3, then I spot another 4 students who
immediately begin to talk rather than draw; it’s in their genes.
I understand, so I don’t get
upset.
“Year 7, if I say ‘silence’, I
mean ‘silence’.” My head cocks to one side again, my eyebrows raise and lips
slightly purse. That works. I scan the
room to monitor them just like that great Maitre D’ at that lovely restaurant
in Venice. They are furtively watching me watching them. Perfect. I have my
route in my head and stride out purposefully to the ones in need of my help
first. Table by table I let them know
that they can discuss their answers so the noise level goes up. I want them to discuss at a noise level that
suits me, not them. That strategy works.
I
‘Biffle’ them again. This time the
response is a little over-confident so I scan across the room quickly with a
deadpan face that is saying, ‘Be careful’.
I want to have a class discussion and each table have their chosen
speaker feedback to the rest of the class.
Dylan would be proud of me and I am proud of myself for being ‘inside
the black box’.
“Sir,
she’s still talking,” the boy who went out last week without my permission
says, gesturing to ‘she’ across the table.
“It’s
him Sir, he keeps talking to me,” she responds indignantly.
I
look at them, both eyebrows rising, and yes, I am realising I do that a lot.
“Both of you need to stay behind at the end and we can quickly ring your
parents.” I use the big stick to interrupt their patterns of behaviour. I will
teach them how to treat me. In the long
term they will love me for it and so will their folks. That works. Back to the learning.
“Now,
let’s hear from … that table.” Feeding back to the group is hard for some, so
despite my numerous requests to speak louder, we are all straining to listen.
“I love those ideas, especially the one about how we all pick up non-verbal
signals from our parents/carers about how to act in certain situations. “Thank you!”
As I say that, I know it’s happening to them right now and I am
influencing their patterns of behaviour.
It works.
Another
table. “Yes I like that idea too. Events and little happenings in our lives
influence us.” I felt this was just the
time to ‘make friends’ with the boy who left last week without my permission.
“Yes, like when I had to remind K about the way he spoke to C earlier, K will
now realise that our exchange of words may cause him to change the way he behaves
in my lesson. What do you think K?” I smile expectantly and he responds with a
smile and a nod. I’m glad, as I want to
teach him how to behave around others in a classroom and not see me as some
horrid bloke he tolerates once a week.
Professionally friendly – that works.
Oh
dear. Time has gone by again and there’s
no time for the plenary. My timing is
out. I know it’s not helping that I am
writing the words down that the students and I actually say in order to write
this, but I have to discipline myself or get a bigger watch, or better still,
have a student to keep me informed of the time. Yes, the latter, that should
work.
I
remember I have to see the 2 students who interrupted the learning. “K … C …
Just hang back a minute for me when everyone has gone.” I stand by the door this week and call out
names of those who are ready to go, with chairs under their table. I really have learned the names and I feel
good about that and I get smile after smile as they leave. “See you next week, remember your
homework. It’s all about you!”
“Bye
Sir.”
“In
a bit Sir.”
I’m
happy they are communicating as the relationship building is happening. Now for my two young people and I decide to
quickly use my ‘end-of-the-lesson’ frame to help keep my dignity and
theirs. I move so that they are nearest
to the door and standing. This should
take 15 seconds.
“When
you talk to each other in that disrespectful way, I feel irritated. What I’d prefer you to do is talk to each
other in a way that helps both you and me.
When you do that, we’ll all get on fine.
Is that fair enough?” I mentally
congratulate myself on how good my memory is as I immediately shut myself up
and wait for their response. K quickly
gives the affirmative and C follows.
They both look honest and seem to mean it.
“OK,
see you tomorrow,” I say with a smile as I drop my chin a little and raise my
eyebrows again hopefully expressing my surprise and disappointment. They both turn and go out, not talking to
each other, but obviously agreeing that it’s best to retain a dignified silence
for now. I feel good and they think
they’ve had a let-off as I haven’t shouted or gone on a bit of a rant. They are in Year 7. I remind myself it’s
their behaviour I don’t like, not them.
So, second lesson over and I still
need to attend to my own skills and get into their world at the same time to
help build relationships, if I am to have any hope of getting back to my old
‘teaching’ self. Their personalities are
beginning to show through and I will use those sprouts of confidence to
influence them to like me.
That works.
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