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Dave is class helper again...

This time in Luey's class today... We were both a bit trepidacious about Dave going into Luey's class for a couple of hours today because he had felt that earlier this week Mrs A had been giving him the cold shoulder, and I had felt that yesterday when I went to pick Luey up she actually glared at me for making him go back into the classroom to put his raincoat on before going out into the torrential rain (she likes the kids to vacuate the classroom pronto each afternoon, and not linger, but that's too bad, I couldn't have Luey get any more soaked than he was bound to get anyway)...

She was, however, nice enough to Dave this morning. She fluffed advising him not to gravitate towards Luey, she just couldn't say it straight out, and was trying to tiptoe around the subject until Dave ended up just saying it for her - some parents must be uber-sensitive about being told they're not their to spend time with just their kid, LOL...

I was very interested to hear what Dave thought of her teaching style. He said he didn't feel she was quite as on the ball as the two teachers in Erik's double room, but he also said that her class was by far rowdier, as in there were 1/2 boys in Mrs A's class who were pretty full on with their antics, and chatting in class etc. He said she didn't manage the calm confidence of Mrs P from Erik's room, and that perhaps the kids smelled fear behind some of her impatience...

Luey was, this morning at least, one of the quieter boys in the class. This is not to say he doesn't play up, afterall Dave was right there (not that that stops Luey at home, but yk what it's like when the dynamics change, Luey might have been distracted enough by Dave's presence not to participate in some of the other disturbance the other boys were getting up to)... The girls in the class are actually quieter than those in Erik's class, Dave describing them mostly as fragile little violets!

Mrs A. has two daughters of her own, so I'm sensing she might well favour the girls, who are quiet and eager to please, while feeling slightly on edge with the boys. The loudest boys are also the 2nd graders who are 8 or turning 8 this years, and two or three of them in Luey's class are physically quiet large for their age as well, so probably a lot of testosterone happening there, me thinks...

This brought up an interesting outlook though. With the loudest, brashest and most distracted children in the class being 2nd graders, it means that next year those boys will move into new classes, and quite possibly this will change the dynamic in the classroom a lot! This might mean that Luey may well come into his own in that class next year - as we've noticed of late he is not particularly happy there (yesterday he was saying he didn't want to go back to school and that no one in his class liked him except Liam C but that Mrs A was using "stragetic population management" - yes he came out with that phrase, she's obviously used it in class, to seperate kids who chat in class away from one another, including Luey and his only friend in the class, who had been away for a week and whom Luey has missed terribly!)...

I dunno, I still think Mrs A isn't a great teacher, I think she has strong Administrative ambitions and so she wants to be perceived as a great teacher but for her that means keeping kids "in line" more than actually getting to know the kids in her class and learning how best to interact with them as individuals, yk?

The other day Luey had complained to me about kids teasing him, so we talked to his teacher about it. Of course, it had happened in the school yard, and she was unaware of it, because he hadn't told her (he told us instead), and the FIRST thing she says, directed at Luey is, "Well, Luey, I'm a VERY GOOD teacher, but I can't read minds, so I really need you to tell me if someone teases you so I can do something about it!" Now, you know that was for MY benefit. Why she felt compelled to tell me she was a very good teacher is beyond me, I wasn't saying she should have known about this, in fact, I'd just finished telling her that we'd only just found this out ourselves because it can take time for Luey to confide in people (he has to digest his experiences first, I've learned)... Ah, so defensive, so afraid she won't be perceived as perfect...

Anyhoo, Dave filled in a few of the blanks for me today. Before he told me about his observations I was ready to ask for Luey to be moved from that class, but now I think I'll wait a see a bit...

Comments

HipbubbyMama said…
OMFG "strategic population management"??!! FFS! What a wank. Sounds like that ridiculous corporate mumbo jumbo euphemistic crap corporate trainers and coaches love! yucko. I dont think Mrs A sounds very good at all, makes me nervous that next year or in the following years I'm likely to get (well the kids are lol) a teacher like that..I love Miss P Liam's teacher, she is quiet and down to earth-quiet confidence describes her style well. I hope that Luey gets by ok with her, and gets a better teacher next year. is a change into the other class possible do you think?
Sif said…
Yeah, I could get him transferred to another class if I really wasn't happy with him being in Mrs A's class... That would be the only way he'd get a new teacher next year, as he will other wise stay in Mrs A's class until 2010 unless, of course, she gets a promotion...
Stitch Sista said…
Oh dear! I truly wonder how I will cope with my children's teachers once they are school - but I think tbh my expectations are adequately low enough that I'm hoping to be pleasantly surprised pmsl!
Sif said…
Look, I blame myself really... I went in there with my Masters blazing, and now she's probably all intimidated and resentful, and probably thinks I think I'm better than her (and in some ways she'd be spot on, and she's probably picked up on that too, so see, only got myself to blame)... I'm not the best people person myself and somehow I thought telling her I had a Master of Ed. would put us on an equal footing, like, "You can level with me, I get it", but instead it's totally come off as, "I'm better tahn you and will be monitoring your every more, so watch out!",,, Yeah, got to work on that...
casso said…
At the next spelling assignment ask her to spell 'inferiority complex'. God, how boring. Get over it woman.

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