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Argh! I have to plan a class of health and education for tomorrow, about being critical in a sex and beauty oriented media world. That means that I have to create the teaching material by myself and plan the actual class. At this point, I have NO idea what should I do.

Also, I have to observe school lessons as a part of my teacher studies. The lessons are in a real school, with (gasp) real students. Today was a particularly interesting lesson. It was an art class for the seventh grade, witch means that most of the kids were 13 year old. The class was bordering chatastrophical. There were five guys in the class that made the situation almost unbearable. Screaming, shouting, laughing, they chased each other in the class, made phone calls, refused to do anything, touched their classmates in a unwanted ways, etc. It was a zoo. Surprise, surprise, all the wild students were refugees from Kosovo. Rest of the student observers decided that okay, this is now seen, and left in the middle of the class. For the second half of the lesson, I was the only one left.

The only calm moment was when, in a break, I, too, took pen and paper and drew my usual human figures. When the kids came back, they were interested in my pic and a girl asked me to draw her. I did that and after that, I had to draw all her friends, too. Thank god I can make these flattering comic-style portraits in a matter of minutes. They brought me these huge poster sized papers and asked really big pics. At one point I noticed that the teacher had already arrived. Oops. She was like "Go on!", since the class was relatively calm, some of the wild students concentrating on me.

In the end, it was the best class that I have been this far, since the kids and I talked. Usually us student observers just observe and are equally ignored by the kids. And I managed to talk myself a few teaching classes, too.

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