*Read COC!!!
---1st Hour: Signature Forms & Census Verification Form due back by Friday, 8/13.
*Review Syllabus
*Community Cards
*HW: Have back page of syllabus filled out, detached, signed, and returned by Tuesday, 8/17 = 5pts
*OBJECTIVES: Setting expectations; getting to know each other.
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Jason B., all hours
Ah, the first day of school. I always approach it with a mix of enthusiasm and dread.
Gone are the days of summer, spent ushering my daughter around the city, showing her the world. Gone is the sight of my new son, cradled in his mother's arms, his small cry not reaching the piercing shrillness of older children, and so still kind cute, as it is.
But here are these new faces, almost none of whom are known to me save the occasional ultimate player. Here are these brains, these hands, hoping and wondering what the year will bring.
I hope, as I always do, that I can deliver.
First, I upheld the time-honored, sacred, inspirational tradition of reading from the COC on the first day. I tried to make this phase as quick and pain-free as possible.
Next, I had student grab their papers from the table by the door, explaining that I don't like to waste class time handing out papers. I hope this fact conveyed just important to me our measly 50 daily minutes is.
I instructed students to bring their syllabi to the next class period, that coursework would begin then, and then to write their names and periods at the top of the 3/5 index card they picked up from the table. Below their names, they then wrote 4 facts about themselves in order of increasing specificity. I collected these cards and used them for a get-to-know-you activity which will continue over the next week or so.
In explaining the activity, I told the class a little about myself, including that fact that I go to FHC, have a dog, like video games, follow the Cardinals, play ultimate, and that my son was born 13 days ago. I showed pictures of my kids and shamelessly solicited "awwwww" sounds from students.
In one class, I strayed a bit and begin discussing the eventual death of my dog and how it might affect my daughter at that time. This turned out to be a less-than-inspirational moment.
That was pretty much it. I sent the students out the door with a promise that we'd do a few more cards tomorrow and begin actual coursework tomorrow.
And so we will.
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