My thoughts are too filled with worries today to corral an idea and settle it into a worthy post.
We are nearing the end of our integrated Impacts unit in which students have been studying patterns of natural hazards within a country and working on developing a proposal to persuade ‘representatives of the UNISDR’ to fund a disaster risk reduction program for their assigned nation.
It is now time for students to synthesize their learning into a written and visual proposal that will be presented to a ‘panel of experts’ next week. As the deadline looms closer, nigglings of worries begin whispering in my ear.
I worry whether I have prepared students with enough background information.
I worry whether I have armed students with the skills necessary to complete the task.
I worry whether students have been granted enough time to pull it all together.
I worry whether I am creating stress in my students.
Suddenly, the nigglings get louder and branch out to all corners of my thoughts.
I worry whether my passion for learning shines through to my students.
I worry whether my students understand the importance of building lifelong states of mind such as flexibility, interdependence, craftsmanship, efficacy and consciousness.
I worry whether my students find the knowledge and skills presented in my class valuable.
I worry if I have conveyed the significance and importance of being a critical thinker.
I worry if I have impressed upon my students the power of words.
I worry if I have passed on that EVERYONE is valued and their opinions matter.
I worry whether my students accept who they are and celebrate what makes them unique.
I worry whether my students know I and others care about them.
I wonder if I am an effective teacher.
Launching these worries into cyberspace, I attempt to rid my mind of these toxic ruminations and move forward.
My mind settles.
I move on, thinking about how to guide and encourage students in the final stages of their proposal preparation.