Entry 5

My mother just called me with more doting comments and trivial advice about being more careful and heeding her cautious advice. I’m beginning to think that I’m missing something, but I decided to brush that doubting feeling away because my mother’s words are too irritating to listen to. As she droned on about how I should think of my students growing up in an environment like inner city Los Angeles, I chose to think about how I could impress my students on Monday. My mother kept mentioning that I should ask my students how they are doing; she says that the simple question would soften them to me and make my lessons more effective. I kept that in the back of my mind because if they see that I ask them that question, they might realize how caring I am in addition to intelligent. But enough of my mother, I must continue to prep for class on Monday.