Young and Cheery

So I say to my student teacher, ‘I know what my teaching looks like compared to the other teachers in my building. I see Art The Art Teacher and Mr. North and the others in these halls. But how do I compare to other supervising teachers? They’re like in other buildings, other school districts. I’m almost the only one around here. So when other student teachers talk about their supervisors, how do I compare?’

He thinks very seriously.

‘Well, the others say their supervisors are young, cheery and uplifting. But you, well, you’re none of those things.’


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