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How I want to be viewed in my classroom

I've had a couple classes that were super boring. And having that thought in the back of my mind, I was not expecting a fun class when I walked into Accounting 1 in high school. The teacher had a reputation for choosing favorite and being extremely boring, but my dad wanted me to try out the class, so I didn't have a choice.

I walked in and chose a seat in the back of the class. But when the teacher walked in, we noticed that it wasn't Mr. VanDalen! It was Mr. Gould! His substitute for the semester! The first day of class he handed out the syllabus and told us he will most likely not follow the due dates and let us take our time with whatever we need because he knew everyone worked at their own pace. He also made us laugh, which was a welcome surprise in Accounting 1.

After that, I always looked forward to that class, even though I had absolutely no interest in it. Why? Because my teacher made it fun. He would assign us work for the class but no one complained because he made us laugh along the way. By the mid-term, half the people in the class had dropped out so he had the remaining students (five) circle up and do our work together instead of separately. This helped us get to know each other better and have a fun time in class. Sometimes he would even join the circle and help us. And along the way, we told each other stories about our lives and grew closer together. I really loved that class.

I know that most kids that walk into my future classroom will likely have no interest in Literature, but hopefully, they remember my class as fun. Hopefully, I'll be the Mr. Gould of Literature class! I already have some fun activities planned in my head like debate and circle discussions, so hopefully my students will find that enjoyable and learn something along the way. If anything, I want to at least be remembered as the fun teacher.

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