I finally figured out why my co-op confused me for so long. I’m always asking myself the unbelievable question “is this teaching?!?” because I know it’s not. I used to think her teaching was not good teaching… I thought it so much I KNEW it wasn’t good teaching. Now I realize… it’s not teaching AT ALL.
I called this from Day 1 in May when we met for that initial interview. I KNEW she’d swallow me whole and spit out my bones. She went one step further in calling my department with untrue complaints: claiming I was arrogant and a know-it-all when all I did was sit silently in the back of the room, watching. Those very complaints were all because she was too lazy to read the packet detailing my Fieldwork assignment… I handed her the very document that said Fieldwork was a third observation, a third teaching, and a third doing all the other teacher things to be done. She just never read it, and never really understood what my job was in being in her classroom.
I’m secretly disappointed in myself that she intimidated me in the back of my mind… even if I never let it show, it still happened. Except, over time, it festered into hate for the one person who was the antithesis of everything I’d ever been taught good teaching was. Here I was, stuck with a co-op who embodied terrible teaching, poor methods and execution, no self-reflective practice at all, and (worst of all) motivated by money (why ELSE would she have her doctorate and only be teaching at the high school level?). I wouldn’t LET her intimidate me, but for a long while she was winning the race…
At least until I taught a lesson. That day I finally won… and she’s stealing MY lessons because they’re so good. The only negatives she even had to say about my lessons were grammar problems… her stupid compulsion about correcting my grammar aloud, in public. But that’s exclusive only to her – it says nothing bad about my teaching. And if nit-picking my grammar was the only critique she had on my teaching? Then GO ME, I’M AWESOME!
And at least now I know how to deal with absolutely arrogant assholes… stroke the ego just enough until they’re lulled into false security, until you can strike their weak spot and outsmart them at their own game.
Final Score? Student Teacher Katie Kennedy: 1. Dr. Mentor Lamesauce: who the hell cares? I just won.
Bonus points? My professor who came for that meeting, who will be with me as my professor during student teaching, admitted she’s proud of me and glad that I survived – things ending well for me even made her day better!
I won. It took FOREVER, but I did.