in my first weeks in my last year of college, I've been thinking about high school. My American Studies Honors project will require about 6 hours a week spent in a high school classroom. I visited the high school in which I will be volunteering for the first time on Thursday and the familiarity seems so distant...crowded hallways, slamming lockers, ringing bells. That really is the setting of teenage learning. My project is observing and intereacting in a 9th grade US history class and a 12th grade government class taught by the same (awesome) teacher. In the spring I will do more hands-on lesson planning and implement one of my own!
Joining me at Kenyon this year is another Petosegan, I his presence on campus is somehow making me flashback to PHS. I keep on thinking I see people from high school and I have this strange desire to yell "you're looking good" at everyone I see...and where is the giant blue stripe that makes the walls look less like a prison?
Joining me at Kenyon this year is another Petosegan, I his presence on campus is somehow making me flashback to PHS. I keep on thinking I see people from high school and I have this strange desire to yell "you're looking good" at everyone I see...and where is the giant blue stripe that makes the walls look less like a prison?
