This week, I did my service learning project. My project's objective was to teach my students about cancer, but more importantly that doing something nice for someone could make their day even if it is the smallest kind gesture. I had my students, after teaching them my lesson about cancer, write letters to a child at CHKD that has cancer and I also told them that I was making a pillow as sort of a "safety pillow" for the child. On the back of the letter, they all drew a picture, some larger than others, but all of them were very thoughtful.
I would probably do some things differently for my next lesson. I would start with reading a book, rather than ending with it, although the lesson taught the students about how to deal with cancer, what it is, and that you can't catch cancer from someone who has it. I would also make sure they are listening throughout my lesson, rather than them staring right through me, with me thinking that they all are angels and are doing what they're suppose to be doing. I need to work on being harsh with the students. It's like I am scared to yell at them and make them cry. Mrs. Anderson reassured me that I am not there for them to like me, I am simply just there to teach. Plus, the children don't remember what you say to them anyways.
Some positives of my lesson was obviously that it went the way I wanted it to go, even though I should have taken some clovers (laminated clovers that symbolize sticks that we used to move). All of the students did what I asked, and got the main message of my lesson, which was to help others and don't treat other people differently because they might look a certain way that you think is abnormal.
I would probably do some things differently for my next lesson. I would start with reading a book, rather than ending with it, although the lesson taught the students about how to deal with cancer, what it is, and that you can't catch cancer from someone who has it. I would also make sure they are listening throughout my lesson, rather than them staring right through me, with me thinking that they all are angels and are doing what they're suppose to be doing. I need to work on being harsh with the students. It's like I am scared to yell at them and make them cry. Mrs. Anderson reassured me that I am not there for them to like me, I am simply just there to teach. Plus, the children don't remember what you say to them anyways.
Some positives of my lesson was obviously that it went the way I wanted it to go, even though I should have taken some clovers (laminated clovers that symbolize sticks that we used to move). All of the students did what I asked, and got the main message of my lesson, which was to help others and don't treat other people differently because they might look a certain way that you think is abnormal.