It's
almost the end
It's time for student teaching, everything will be
okay.
You'll show up to your placement and won't know
anyone at all.
You're excited and nervous, but you're also lost
in the hall.
Your cooperating teacher is an exceptional teacher
and very experienced, but won't let you get involved in the classroom.
It's time for you to teach your unit, except you
won't be ready for it.
It's decided you'll teach Hamlet, how hard could
it be?
It's the worst.
You've got some planning periods to get your
things planned. It's quiet and peaceful, and here comes yet another group of
students doing tutorials.
You've mapped out your unit, then your CT says she
hates it.
You re-plan your whole unit get everything printed
out. Then somehow you manage to misplace it all.
You go to reprint everything, and you jammed the
printer and no one can fix it.
You've planned fun for your students; they are
going to act out a scene.
If only anyone would participate.
You try to reach out o your students and get them
excited about coming to class, but they all hate you.
You're almost done with your unit way to go,
you've officially
ruined Shakespeare for these kids.
There's a story about the prince of Denmark whose
father has been murdered.
He's stuck in a verdict, does he avenge his death
or does he forgive and forget.
On one side there's vengeance, his uncle must pay
for murdering his father.
On the other there's living, living his life
without anger and hate.
While he ponders this question whether to be or not
to be he admires an ancient skull, the structure, the meaning, the life and
memories that once belonged to someone else.
