An open letter to the woman who taught my professional development course:
First, I’d like to start by pointing out that this was a class of professionals—this was not a class of fourth graders. As adults, we do not respond well to prodding questions about what you said four hours previously. This does not mean that I have nothing in common with small children. As an educator, I try to provide children with a clear schedule for the days events—as a student, I would also like to know what topics will be covered and in what order. You may, in your years as teacher, have heard that there are limits to the human attention span. This limit is somewhat less than three hours.
You may have also heard that students do not like to be yelled at. Perhaps my least favorite part of the day was when you yelled at me, What were my instructions? I don’t think my co-workers enjoyed being yelled at either, but you’ll have to ask them. There were no written instructions to follow, and I was trying to operate a new computer program, but I can see how I should have been paying attention to you as well. Clearly I was wrong on that one. I also did not like when you made us all stand up, so you could point out the student who had achieved the desired goal. Nothing like pointing out the class super-star to inspire a little confidence.
In conclusion, I’d like to say that being an educator is an art form, and you have not yet mastered it. Neither have I, but I do present material with a smile, and attempt to reach students in many different ways. Maybe you should look into that.