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Today, Ma’am de Villa left me alone with her classes. In the morning, I was made to go ahead and facilitate the class to do their activity. She came half-way the class period. Some students asked me if their teacher was coming. Some looked happy, some looked disappointed. I felt sad when they expressed disappointment. That meant that they didn’t like me as their student teacher. Ma’am de Villa came anyway and all was well.

For the Grade 10 class, she just made me sit in and watch them. She assigned the class president to preside over checking their workbooks. However, the students kept asking me if some of their answers could be reconsidered. I didn’t know some of the words they were throwing at me. I didn’t know how to explain some of the words in the text book. I didn’t know some of the words in the text book. I have to ask Daddi to get me an electronic dictionary. It was frustrating not to know when they’re already looking at you as their teacher.

Ma’am de Villa didn’t give clear instructions. I, myself, did not know what she wanted to be done, so I and the class just agreed on what they should do and they were very cooperative about it. It was exciting taking initiative, being in command. They were very nice and mature (somewhat). One of the students approached me (and she was cute) and told me that she wanted to be a pre-school teacher. I envied her because she knew what she wanted already even when she hasn’t even finished high school. There I was playing teacher when I knew all too well that it wasn’t what I really wanted to be back in high school.

Anyway, it was good because they treated me like a teacher, and somewhat I felt respected. In the next class, grade 9, they were like 10 minutes late and were noisy and uncooperative. Sure, they called me Ma’am, but they still didn’t greet me or anything. I realized, however, that it was because they did not know my name. I wrote my name on the board so some of them know me but some didn’t bother to look or remember.

They were noisy, didn’t want to listen to me, didn’t want to listen to the reporters. I told them they were 15 minutes late and they said only ten. When I said I was going to extend for 5 minutes, they kept saying that their next teacher was there. I spoke to their teacher and actually, the teacher told me to just go on. I didn’t wrap up properly. They were anxious to finish up, but I needed to explain a little about the lesson.

I didn’t succeed. I was nervous as well, but then I didn’t really have enough time. Ma’am de Villa will probably just discuss it more on Thursday.

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