Last night I had a dream in which I was Harry Potter team-teaching (that's what we JETs are supposed to do, teach hand-in-hand with a Japanese teacher though it rarely works out that way) for a bunch of high-school aged students. Sounds familiar? My life indeed. The problem was that regardless of my massive magical power (it consisted of concentrating really hard like I was constipated and pointing at the students), the students were terribly unruly.
In my real-life classes, I either fall silent for long stretches of time or yell over them. But Harry Potter doesn't take that kind of crap. What did I (Harry Potter) do? Well shit, I dismantled that badly-designed (yeah, that's what I said in the dream) castle and made the students carry the pieces, which were largely canvas rolls, around on their backs. That's when they turned into cartoon characters and tried to mug Happy the dwarf (of Snow White fame) in the jungle, who was also a student lugging canvas. I and my team-teacher put a stop to that by beating them senseless with what I think were umbrellas.
Sadly, I don't have the power to concentrate and point at students to paralyze them. This all boils down to the obvious fact that I still have class-based anxiety, even after a year and a half.
Where's my umbrella?
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Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
I wish my dreams were that cool.
Posted by: Nina | February 2, 2006 8:39 AM