As you guys may know from my post on Saturday, I got to teach a few classes at the school on ancient Egypt. No, I have no teaching credentials; I am only an enthusiastic amateur. But I figured why not? Teaching taught me two things about myself:
1. I really don’t like kids in general.
2. My expectations of what a teenager in the ninth grade should know are obviously far too high.
But more on that later. Now that I’m done stressing it’s time for a break. Then I’ll be back to ranting on Friday when I’m coherent enough to post about reading and reading comprehension (or lack thereof).