So today was my last observation. Professor Bucci observed 2 of the same math lessons taught in a row. The first group, Group A as they're called, are considered the more advanced students. Group B comes after and they are the students who struggle or require more assistance. My subject: math (I'm horrible at it). My unit: fractions (I hate them along with all other non-math people). My lesson: How to divide fractions. -__- seems appropriate. My nerves crackled in me like a 4th of July picnic. I could feel my brain reverting back to middle school where math was most associated with the fetal position. However I knew I just had to make it through this day and I would be solid. I was was thanking God every second that how to divide fractions was one of the few math skills I actually could remember how to do.
The appointed time came and I was screaming silently in my head while keeping a cool and calm exterior. At one point I knew I was stuck; I was sure I was going to flop and have to just move on. I moved on a minute before that happened but still felt sure someone would notice. The hilarious thing is no one but my cooperating teacher did. My lessons apparently were fantastic and Professor Bucci complimented me on how confident i seemed up front. I couldn't stop laughing in my head thinking if only she knew how badly I was faking it! (or at least felt like I was faking it). So a victory for me!
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