It must be August, for the dreams have begun….
When I was student-teaching a high school class, my mentor told me I should move around the room. Keep active. Make myself even bigger than I am. I assume this was to 1. engage the kids and 2. manage the classroom.
It’s something I took to heart and I’ve been trying to do it in my classroom ever since. Sometimes kids say, “yo, mista, you move around too much” when I speak loudly to the class from a point right next to them as they are sleeping.
Well, I had this dream last night. I was teaching in a lecture hall. I was still trying to move around the room like I normally would. Of course, as the dream unfolded I found that the lecture hall size shifted; it became larger. So now a typical lecture hall, in a way that only can happen in the warped universe of dreams, shifted anywhere from the size of Radio City Music Hall to Yankee Stadium.
And here I am, breathlessly lecturing my class (I know, too teacher-dominated, not student-centered enough…) hopping from row to row, frantically trying to keep them engaged. Mind you I had no lesson plan.
Then the bell rang and I had to pick up my things and get to a classroom in a different building by the next period.
Then there was the dream about Osama Bin Laden. To make a long story short, I was doing a college-type group project and he was one of my partners. We decided to “let him off the hook” for the project and give him the grade we got so long as we didn’t have to work with him. We then told the nearest soldier (because they’re always nearby in Crazytown dream-world) who launched some sort of a missile strike in the general direction where Osama headed. Strange post-apocalyptic urban warfare ensued and I was picking off would be attackers from a perch atop some mound unwittingly fueling the fires of a greater war.
You can’t make this stuff up. But you do.
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