Last week Alex had open house at school right before spring break. They do this as part of the regular parent/teacher conferences except that instead of us sitting down with the teacher in a one on one session going over results and test scores this one is student driven. He has an outline of the things he’s going to show us and there is even some math work for us to do so he can show us some of the strategies they have been learning.
On on way into the classroom there was a woman greeting parents as they came in but she obviously knew all the students but she was unfamiliar to me. We walk up and she introduces herself, “Hi, I’m so and so.” and she adds after I kept staring at her, “I’m the student teacher, today’s my last day.” Of course, the student teacher!
When we got home I asked Alex, “So how long have you had a student teacher?”
“Um, I don’t know. She really just watched us at first but she has been our real teacher for the last couple of weeks.”
“That sounds exciting, when did she start?”
“I don’t know, maybe in January.” He said this more like a question then a statement like I would know the answer.
“So, every night when we sit down to dinner and ask ‘How was school today’ and you just can’t think of absolutely anything except PE, music, art, and what you did at recess, telling us about the new student teacher didn’t cross your mind?”
“Umm, no.”
Ahhhhhhh. Every day we ask about school and not once in the last three months, if that’s really how long she’s been there because I’m sure we’ll never find out, has this has never come up.
