One of the great things you will learn about teaching is that no matter how many times you plan something, in one second your entire lesson and teaching methods can change. As a teacher, you must be able to adjust to the changes and continue with the status quo.
Today was one of those days. As a new teaching, I spend much of the previous night planning for the day ahead; last night was no exception. Today I come into class, get my materials ready for the day, papers copied, journal up, update the marker board, do everything I can before the bell rings.
My class usually goes pretty normal: come in, sit down, do your journal, and do not talk. I usually have the random students that have all the random questions as normal. Today, I had a special request.. A student asked to go to the health center today because she thought she was about to have a seizure. Now, usually I would have been informed about some type of health disorder; however, today I was not. Therefore, I went to get a health form pass to let her go; as a i was writing away, I noticed that she was getting worse.
Common sense told me to let her go, so I sent her with a student. As soon as she got up, it hit. There in the middle of my classroom she feel to the ground, shaking as if she was possessed. Poor, helpless girl was she. Scared, confused teacher was I.
What do you do in those seconds while emergencies happen? Throw all plans out the door.
I had two beautiful, strong young ladies help stay with the girl while I directed students to get help. Soon, two police officers, a teacher, two principals and those wonderful strong students were there helping. Finally, the nurses came and did their job.
As I watched them nurse her back to health as best as they could, I looked into my classroom at my students as they intently watched (some probably terrified). I looked at those two girls who were so brave to step forward. They sat there with the girl fanning her, holding her hand, helping her--as a friend; as a sister. As they were lifting the girl from the ground, one of my big, manly football players came over to help pick her up into the wheel chair. No one asked him to do that. The other students sat in their seats quietly, not saying a word. They were so well behaved, so respectful and understanding.
I was so impressed by those students. Today, they are unsung heros who will never receive recognition for what they did, but will always have a gold medal in my heart.
Today was one of those days. As a new teaching, I spend much of the previous night planning for the day ahead; last night was no exception. Today I come into class, get my materials ready for the day, papers copied, journal up, update the marker board, do everything I can before the bell rings.
My class usually goes pretty normal: come in, sit down, do your journal, and do not talk. I usually have the random students that have all the random questions as normal. Today, I had a special request.. A student asked to go to the health center today because she thought she was about to have a seizure. Now, usually I would have been informed about some type of health disorder; however, today I was not. Therefore, I went to get a health form pass to let her go; as a i was writing away, I noticed that she was getting worse.
Common sense told me to let her go, so I sent her with a student. As soon as she got up, it hit. There in the middle of my classroom she feel to the ground, shaking as if she was possessed. Poor, helpless girl was she. Scared, confused teacher was I.
What do you do in those seconds while emergencies happen? Throw all plans out the door.
I had two beautiful, strong young ladies help stay with the girl while I directed students to get help. Soon, two police officers, a teacher, two principals and those wonderful strong students were there helping. Finally, the nurses came and did their job.
As I watched them nurse her back to health as best as they could, I looked into my classroom at my students as they intently watched (some probably terrified). I looked at those two girls who were so brave to step forward. They sat there with the girl fanning her, holding her hand, helping her--as a friend; as a sister. As they were lifting the girl from the ground, one of my big, manly football players came over to help pick her up into the wheel chair. No one asked him to do that. The other students sat in their seats quietly, not saying a word. They were so well behaved, so respectful and understanding.
I was so impressed by those students. Today, they are unsung heros who will never receive recognition for what they did, but will always have a gold medal in my heart.
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