As I walked down the stairs to the bottom floor, I noticed that it was extremely silent. I could not hear any talking coming from the classrooms. There were about five or six classrooms but only three of the classrooms seemed to be occupied. I already felt as though I was in a different world because my highschool was filled with students so that all classrooms were used throughout the day. Mrs. Snow’s room was on the end of the hallway and as I neared it, I could finally hear life. Bach was playing in the background and although they did not like the music, they did not complain  because they preferred to have that rather than complete silence. After introducing myself, Mrs. Snow begins to ask them if they need my help. None of them seem to appreciate this question and some seem to take offense. I can tell by the way that they scoff that they do in fact need some form of help, but I am not sure how to provide assistance when they do not seem to be receptive to it. I hear some of them enthusiastically speaking about going home or going to work. As I twiddle my thumbs and watch them work, one of the students named George gets up to leave for work. This class is just an obstacle in the way of graduating for some of them. One of the girls, Monica gets a sixty on one of her quizzes and states “it don’t matter because I will graduate anyway.” I wonder if she truly feels this way or if she feels defeated and is trying to comfort herself.

Contemplative questions:

How can I reach my students and help them to understand the importance of learning the material?

How can I relate to my students in the future?

How can I make them comfortable with me around?