One of Those Teachers
Kurt Reynolds
It
was the first day. Actually, it was the
first period of the first day of my first year teaching. I arrived early, 6:30 to be precise. I walked down the empty hall and stopped for
a drink from the water fountain across from my room. I refrained from my morning blend Caribou
coffee, recalling my high school English teacher, whose breath reeked of
Folgers. I was not going to be one of those
teachers.
I
fished a Spearmint Tic-Tac out of my coat pocket and popped it into my
mouth. Then I pulled out my keys and
unlocked the door to my classroom.
My
schedule hung outside my door: five sections of Communications 10. Soon 28 sophomores would file in and expect
me to teach them Communications 10.
Whatever that was supposed to be.
Barely
three months ago, the principal took me to what would soon be my
classroom. There I met the retiring
teacher whom I was to replace. We visited briefly before she handed me the
teacher’s edition of the tenth grade textbook and said, “Use the this. Start with the first story.”
A
week later when I officially moved in, I found a colossal three ring binder
with “Communications 10” stenciled on the spine sitting atop my desk. Inside there was a faded yellow Post-It Note
that read: “Here
is everything you need. Godspeed.”
I
recalled that advice and stepped inside the room and flipped the lights
on. My desk was organized. I had extra pencils in a canister, just in
case a student forgot his or hers. I had
a mesh basket for student work. The
first story and assignment were in two separates stacks. Next to them was my
red grade book. Below that was the blank
seating chart for each period. Students
in my class were not going to be forced to sit where I wanted them. I was not
going to be one of those teachers.
I
surveyed the rest of the room. The desks
were in clusters. I did not want the
traditional rows. Again, I was not going
to be one of those teachers.
The
day’s assignment was clearly printed in blue Dry-Erase marker
on the white board.
What
an assignment it was! I spent Labor Day
weekend in my room planning. I was not
going to simply start with the first story in our textbook - as the departing
teacher had advised. The first story was
Tom Godwin’s “The Cold Equations,” a classic science fiction tale. It was powerful but long. Maybe a science fiction story would turn a
few students off. I wanted to wow
them. I wanted them to fall in love with
literature. I wanted them to know the
power - and joy - of a great story. So I
improvised. I scoured one of my college
anthologies for one of my favorite stories:
“The
Harry Hastings Method” by Warner Law.
The
story was mature for sophomores, so I spent an hour whiting out every trace of
profanity. When students noticed the
missing words, I reasoned this would be a great spot for a discussion on
editing and censoring. I also hoped
students would appreciate that I was thinking outside of the box and injecting
provocative stories into my curriculum.
I was not going to be boring. I
was not going to be one of those teachers! I was
going to hit them with a great story right away and keep them interested and
wanting to read more great literature.
To
accompany the story, I devised a reader-response guide. One thing I vowed not to do was just assign
the questions at the end of the story. I
had suffered through enough of those assignments in high school. I was not going to put my students through that.
The
reader-response guide was based off many I had devised for a Fundamentals of
Education class in college. First, I
devised a pre-reading question to activate students’ schema. It asked them to reflect on a time in their lives
when they were at a crossroads, just like the protagonist in the story. Second, I had during-reading questions
designed to analyze the key elements of the story’s
plot. Finally, I had a post-reading
question, calling for them to write a mini-essay about a time where a situation
turned out the exact opposite of what they expected, again just like the climax
on the story.
“The Harry Hastings Method” was funny, interesting, creative, and had a great twist
ending. The assignment was
engaging. Plus, this type of lesson was always
a hit with my fellow undergrads who role-played my students for the mock
lessons in our Fundamentals of Education class. This would surely captivate my
real students.
Was
I wrong.
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