One week down, fourteen to go. I don’t want to give you the idea that I’m counting the days, but I’m always relieved at the end of the first week. No matter how many times I’ve had to introduce myself to a class, I always worry about that first impression. Did I come across too strong, too weak or just plain boring?
Here are some of my choice moments from Spring 2015’s first week.
About twenty minutes into a morning class, a student stood up and announced, “This isn’t an Italian class, is it?” No — but that would be kind of fun. Maybe I could throw in a few Italian words just to spice up the class. Buon lavoro! (I think that means good work.)
Unfortunately, I don’t speak Italian. Neither did a second student who was hot on the heels of the first student. “I’m in the wrong class, too,” she admitted as she headed for the door. “But this class seems pretty good and I think I’ll try to add it.” I took that as a compliment, but my glow quickly faded.
A third student packed up his books and walked out. No good-byes, just a door in my face. Ouch, I thought, and then I realized I’d never please everyone with my first day routine. In fact, I’ve decided that from now on I’m just going to be me. And, I plan on being ‘just me’ for the next fourteen weeks – not that I’m counting.
Good luck this semester!
Comments on your first week of school are welcome here!