I started after-school tutoring yesterday for a group of five 4th/5th grade boys.
I went into it kicking and screaming a little because I had such a horrible experience with tutoring last year, but the following reasons made it easier to sign up (there's a lot of pressure to tutor at our school--even on Saturday mornings!):
*It's only once a week since I'm splitting the duties with a colleague.
*All the lessons are already planned and all the materials are already provided.
*It's an extra $50 a week.
*$50 buys a lot of ice cream.
Back to yesterday.
We got to the part in the lesson where we are supposed to review plot elements. The script said:
"The plot is the beginning, middle, and end of a story. Let's turn to our workbooks and write the beginning, middle, and ending of a story that we're all familiar with: Cinderella."
Cue the confusion. Cue the puzzled looks.
"Cinderella!? What's that?"
"I haven't seen that movie!"
Ooooookay. So I had to stop in the middle of the script to tell the whole story of Cinderella. And I did it with gestures, expression, and all the right voices.
All five of those "macho" boys were completely enthralled! No impulsive behavior. No random fart noises. No distraction. I had them eating out of my hand.
Hmmm.... I may have missed my calling as a professional storyteller!
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