I’m currently reading Frank McCourt’s Teacher Man. (He’s mostly known for his novel Angela’s Ashes, which I haven’t gotten around to reading yet.) Eric decided to get me this book for Christmas for a few reasons: 1) the guy’s Irish and Eric’s family is Irish which equals Eric’s mild Irish obsession, 2) he read Angela’s Ashes and loved it, and 3) he knows I’m freaking out about student teaching and then being a real teacher in August so he decided that this book might help.
Thus far, it’s just about Frank McCourt’s life as a teacher in New York. It’s full of random memories that he shares with his students to get them to be quiet and stay in their seats. I’m enjoying it so far, except for the fact that teaching is becoming even more intimidating to me. I don’t really have many stories to share with my future students, so his method of control probably won’t work for me. I am hoping to a learn a bit more about life as a teacher by the end of the book though.
I’ll let ya know if I discover anything great. =)
I'm 30. When did that happen?
I don't feel 30, so I guess this is my attempt to figure out who I am at this point in my life that has snuck up on me oh-so-quickly.