Teachers make the worst students...
Just like nurses make the worst patients, teachers make the worst students. It's been almost a year since I stopped teaching. The year went by faster than I could imagine. I, now, work at the Children's Hospital, and I'm getting more writing gigs. Recently, I was in a class for work. I didn't realize how easy it was for the teacher part of me to kick back in while just being in a classroom setting.
I get annoyed when other people are talking over the lecture. I understand quick ancedotes or questions. But having a whole conversation while someone is at the front of the classroom, no no no. I get it, your nails look great, they really do. However, I don't need to hear a step by step process on your manicure experience. Save it for lunch or something.
I am infuriated with people who don't bring a writing utensil. Seriously, how hard is it to remember to bring a pen or pencil?! You're an adult, you know you're going to need to write in a classroom. I keep at least five in my purse at all times. Yes, I know, overkill. We don't have to talk about my obsession with office supplies or being prepared.
I don't have the attention span to sit still for long periods of time. When I was teaching, I didn't sit at my desk. That was reserved for certain students. I would do laps around my class to keep from having to sit down. Now that I'm having to sit and listen to a lecture, I fidget and move around like a kindergartener the day after Halloween.
I, secretly, judge the person doing the teaching. I try not to make it a habit to judge people. This is one of those times I can't help it. It doesn't mean I'm automatically thinking bad things about the person teaching. I, often, find a lot of good things. I do think about how the class could be more interactive or how to make a point a little clear. I, also, think about how the subject is being related to real life events in an awesome way.
I hope this prepares me to be a full time student again. Over the summer, I'm taking a class for the first time in five years. This is the one class I have to take before I can apply to nursing school. It's only four weeks and it's online. So I have a lot going in my favor; I do well with my own schedule and not having to sit in a class. After that, school will be full time and rigorous.
I'm going to have to relearn how to be a good student, again. I'm going to have to relearn how to study. I'm going to have to practice not procrastinating. I'm going to have to let someone else be in control of the classroom. These aren't new habits to me, but it's going to take time adjust. If I've learned anything, it's time goes by faster than you know it.
I get annoyed when other people are talking over the lecture. I understand quick ancedotes or questions. But having a whole conversation while someone is at the front of the classroom, no no no. I get it, your nails look great, they really do. However, I don't need to hear a step by step process on your manicure experience. Save it for lunch or something.
I am infuriated with people who don't bring a writing utensil. Seriously, how hard is it to remember to bring a pen or pencil?! You're an adult, you know you're going to need to write in a classroom. I keep at least five in my purse at all times. Yes, I know, overkill. We don't have to talk about my obsession with office supplies or being prepared.
I don't have the attention span to sit still for long periods of time. When I was teaching, I didn't sit at my desk. That was reserved for certain students. I would do laps around my class to keep from having to sit down. Now that I'm having to sit and listen to a lecture, I fidget and move around like a kindergartener the day after Halloween.
I, secretly, judge the person doing the teaching. I try not to make it a habit to judge people. This is one of those times I can't help it. It doesn't mean I'm automatically thinking bad things about the person teaching. I, often, find a lot of good things. I do think about how the class could be more interactive or how to make a point a little clear. I, also, think about how the subject is being related to real life events in an awesome way.
I hope this prepares me to be a full time student again. Over the summer, I'm taking a class for the first time in five years. This is the one class I have to take before I can apply to nursing school. It's only four weeks and it's online. So I have a lot going in my favor; I do well with my own schedule and not having to sit in a class. After that, school will be full time and rigorous.
I'm going to have to relearn how to be a good student, again. I'm going to have to relearn how to study. I'm going to have to practice not procrastinating. I'm going to have to let someone else be in control of the classroom. These aren't new habits to me, but it's going to take time adjust. If I've learned anything, it's time goes by faster than you know it.
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