So yesterday, my community college writing classroom was visited by the vice president.
I was nervous, I told my husband, because the lesson was a tricky one (the integration of implications), because it was the vice president coming, because even though I trusted my students completely, anything, anything could happen.
And it did.
The clock stopped.
Now, you might think there could be a worse distraction. And, there definitely could be.
I had practiced, I had prepped my incredible students. I had ironed, even got my hair cut.
But I had no idea how dependent I was on that cheeky little clock. Starting class, giving the 5-minute warm-up activity, stopping for a break, resuming, ending...there was no measure for any of it.
Technology -- basic technology -- had failed me.
Sure, the lesson went on. There were popcorn kernels and writing prompts. Reflection. Analysis. Evaluation. The students were their incredible selves: engaged, delightful, critical thinkers in full attendance.
Halfway through the hour(?), I stopped sweating it. If we started at 9:47 and ended at 9:47, if anything went super south, I convinced myself, I could pretend the whole class never happened.
FALL 2015 TOUR
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