I just found out the other day that I am going to be getting a student teacher sometime after Labor Day. I know that I am supposed to have a choice in all this, but the other day, some lady who turned out to be a big-wig from one of our local universities, walked into my classroom to give me my master teacher paperwork. I knew that Che Guevara next door was getting a student teacher, so I told her she must be looking for his room. She checked her paperwork and said, "No, you're Mr. Chanman right?" I told her I indeed was, and she showed me my name on her little printout of several teachers on my campus who were slated to receive student teachers. I told her that this was all news to me.
I think this is where she roped me in. I said, "There must be some mistake, this only my third year teaching," to which she replied, "Well, someone must think you're a really good teacher because you were recommended by the district office and your principal." Holy crap, now how am I supposed to turn the offer down after being buttered up like that? Besides, the student teacher will be with me only until Christmas break, she will observe me for the first five or six weeks, and then she will only take over one of my morning periods. It's also something I can add to my resume when I begin eventually looking for high school positions once I can't stomach middle school anymore.
So there it is; my third official year teaching (I have actually taught four if you count my long-term sub job), and I am already going to be a master teacher. Once I start dealing with this student teacher, I will probably realize that I know more about this whole teaching thing than I give myself credit for. The funny thing is that I volunteered to do this and I have no idea if I am going to be paid, and if so, how much. Ooops.
Good Day to You, Sir.