Last week, the principal told us we had a meeting after school about implementing Writer's Workshop in our classrooms.
We all dragged ourselves there despite our stress.
But then a funny thing happened. The principal announced at the beginning of the meeting that we could leave and go home if we felt like we had a handle on Writer's Workshop.
[I don't know if the principal was in a fantastic mood, if she was being compassionate because she knows how stressed we are, of if she was high, but it happened!]
So... I look around the room and no one is making a move. I gather my things like I'm thinking about leaving (because I am: I've actually been following the mini-lessons in the book they gave us at the beginning of the year!) and everyone's eyes are on me!
So I try to play it cool and say with a smile:
"Well, I think I have a handle on it - If I'm wrong I hope you'd tell me to sit right back down!"
I lose my nerve and slowly sit back down.
It was a long meeting.
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