Who bombed a lesson?

Shannon bombed a lesson! That's right. You heard it. I wrote a bad lesson plan and then implemented that crappiness and not surprisingly, got just as crappy results! Wooooweeee!

Okay, so the lesson itself wasn't crappy at all. It was just fine. For juniors, or maybe seniors. Not, however, for freshmen. Noo... definitely not for freshmen.

I should have noticed something when the night before I was looking over my lessons and thought to myself "huh, my spanish 3 lesson plan looks really similar to my spanish 1 lesson. weird." Good lord. Shouldn't that send up giant red flags? Well it should. But it didn't. Ugh.

Not only did I plan a lesson that was above their level and not helpful to their learning... it didn't take as long as planned and we were left with like 9 awkward minutes at the end of the period.

Great. Super. Thanks.



On a much happier note, I have since made my college of education proud and shown them how much of a "reflective professional" I can be.

Because today... I rocked.

From one crappy lesson I relearned a years worth of things about freshmen that I really did know in the back of my head, but had forgotten after working with solely upperclassmen for so long.

So, with that spasm of bad decisions over, I put on my creativity cap and planned a spectacularly fun, learning-filled, age-appropriate, well-timed and smooth as silk lesson for today.

So spectacular was my lesson that my university supervisor (oh yes, I was being observed today :) ) was literally wiggling as he recapped all the things that he had liked. So spectacular was my lesson that my cooperating teacher left me a super-cute note and some candy just to make sure I knew how great I had done.

Hahaha. Its good to be back.