Italiani di Classe [open]
Mar 26, 2011 12:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Caden Cameron on Mar 26, 2011 12:01:33 GMT -5
This morning was going to be different, she was sure of it. The night before, she had checked her lesson plan once over, not trying to stress over it too much, and then went to bed an hour earlier than usual, so that she could wake up early this morning, get ready, and casually head on over to Hammel with plenty of time to relax and enjoy one of those delicious cupcakes on the way. Nothing like a cup of tea and pastries to start the morning off sweet.
Caden made it to the school with about forty-five minutes before kids would even start heading to their class, so that she could focus on writing a few things on the board for them to copy when they got there. After she wrote all she needed to write, Caden wiped off her hands on a Kleenex, and then looked at the classroom with a conquering stare. Yes, this would be a better day. She wasn't going to be a Hitler like she needed to be last time, and hopefully, the kids would respect her. Didn't they realize that was the key to anything prospective and good in their lives? The sooner they realized that, the better. But she wasn't going to drive it into their heads..she'd just try to be more patient and confident with them than before.
Caden went to flop down into her chair, sipping at the mug of peppermint tea she'd brought with her, while looking out the window. The sun was shining in, causing a huge stream of light to flood through her classroom, hitting the chairs and desks, the tile floor, her own personal desk, and her loose sweater. Even her outfit had been more 'positive looking than last time around. Less punk, more 'professional', if you could call it that. She still hated looking like a 30's-something (or plus) teacher, because she still had so much more living to do before she got there, so she wasn't going to age herself whatsoever, unless forced to.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Okay, so maybe this was going too slowly. There was still thirty minutes until her class started. What was she going to do with the extra time. Well...she did have a stereo available to her..maybe she could put on some traditional Italian music, like her college professors used to do in her language classes before the class started. She always liked coming into that positive environment, and it relaxed the entire class. Yes, that's what she would do. But from her large collection, what would she put on? There were so many choices. She could use some good ole Dean Martin, a classic, but these kids, she assumed, wouldn't really appreciate him, considering they were almost all into the Top 40 list, and unfortunately, Dean rarely made it on there (all these songs about mindless sex and drugs took over the list instead.) Hmm, who else could they listen to? There was Eiffel 65, but they mainly sang in English, which would defeat the point. Then she had some other Italian artists, but they too, sang prominently in English, or were really into the techno thing, which wasn't really most of the top 40 mix kind of genre. Well..what about her instrumental stuff? You couldn't go wrong with traditional Italian music to represent the country, or at least instrumental Italian music. Either way, she'd make it work. She plugged in her iPod into the jack on the music player and cranked the volume up to six out of ten so it was able to be heard throughout the entire room. Ah, yes, now to just wait for the students to come in and start a hopefully great lesson and re-start a good beginning to the class year.
Caden made it to the school with about forty-five minutes before kids would even start heading to their class, so that she could focus on writing a few things on the board for them to copy when they got there. After she wrote all she needed to write, Caden wiped off her hands on a Kleenex, and then looked at the classroom with a conquering stare. Yes, this would be a better day. She wasn't going to be a Hitler like she needed to be last time, and hopefully, the kids would respect her. Didn't they realize that was the key to anything prospective and good in their lives? The sooner they realized that, the better. But she wasn't going to drive it into their heads..she'd just try to be more patient and confident with them than before.
Caden went to flop down into her chair, sipping at the mug of peppermint tea she'd brought with her, while looking out the window. The sun was shining in, causing a huge stream of light to flood through her classroom, hitting the chairs and desks, the tile floor, her own personal desk, and her loose sweater. Even her outfit had been more 'positive looking than last time around. Less punk, more 'professional', if you could call it that. She still hated looking like a 30's-something (or plus) teacher, because she still had so much more living to do before she got there, so she wasn't going to age herself whatsoever, unless forced to.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Okay, so maybe this was going too slowly. There was still thirty minutes until her class started. What was she going to do with the extra time. Well...she did have a stereo available to her..maybe she could put on some traditional Italian music, like her college professors used to do in her language classes before the class started. She always liked coming into that positive environment, and it relaxed the entire class. Yes, that's what she would do. But from her large collection, what would she put on? There were so many choices. She could use some good ole Dean Martin, a classic, but these kids, she assumed, wouldn't really appreciate him, considering they were almost all into the Top 40 list, and unfortunately, Dean rarely made it on there (all these songs about mindless sex and drugs took over the list instead.) Hmm, who else could they listen to? There was Eiffel 65, but they mainly sang in English, which would defeat the point. Then she had some other Italian artists, but they too, sang prominently in English, or were really into the techno thing, which wasn't really most of the top 40 mix kind of genre. Well..what about her instrumental stuff? You couldn't go wrong with traditional Italian music to represent the country, or at least instrumental Italian music. Either way, she'd make it work. She plugged in her iPod into the jack on the music player and cranked the volume up to six out of ten so it was able to be heard throughout the entire room. Ah, yes, now to just wait for the students to come in and start a hopefully great lesson and re-start a good beginning to the class year.
