First of all, I have to say:
I HATE the new blogger interface. Post to come on that!
But, on to the topic.
Here I have been sitting for the past 2 and a half hours and will continue to sit for the next hour and a half. I am in my middle school’s gym, with a spreadsheet of all 180-ish students’ grades and progress reports.
It is my first ever Parent-Teacher conference.
-It is my first one, thus I feel vastly unprepared.
-I am only 22. I look young. I hope the parents (some of which could be my parents) take me seriously.
-What to do when there is an angry parent (angry at me)?
-I have been sick with a sore throat this whole week and now I have to strain to talk.
-I am vastly tired.
-Thus far, I have had nice parents, if they were disappointed, they were disappointed in their kids, and not at me.
-Many parents thanked me for the emails I send out and for my retake policies.
-I got fed dinner.
-I am sitting next to my friend Emily McBride (who is an English teacher intern and was in many Eng Edu classes with me at BYU).
-I got Pepsi and Reese’s.
-Parents tell me that their children like my class.
-No yelling parents yet.
-The History Professor I have TA’d for 3 years has a child here and stopped by to say hi to me.
So far, it hasn’t been an unpleasant experience. I feel very adult-ish and very achieved and wise. But 5 hours straight of this is very wearing on the mind and body. I can’t wait to get home: AVENGERS awaits with a husband!