Jason's Story
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Chapter 13
Six months later, the last requirement for his teaching certificate was a semester of student teaching under a supervising mentor. He was assigned to Roosevelt High School under the guidance of Margaret Reeves, a twenty-year veteran of the Seattle Public Schools. She taught history and civics.
“I’ve heard good things about your substitute teaching from my friends over at Capitol Hill,” Margaret told him during their first meeting. “But there’s a big difference between managing a classroom for a day and building curriculum, assessing learning, and developing relationships with students over months. Are you ready for that level of commitment?”
“Yes. I know I enjoy teaching. I’m here to get better at it.”
Margaret was a compact woman in her late forties with graying hair and the kind of quiet authority that came from years of managing adolescent chaos. Her classroom was organized yet lived-in, with historical maps covering the walls and student projects displayed prominently. Her lesson plans were a miracle of organization. She ran her classes like well-oiled machines, infused with warmth and humor that kept students engaged.
After the first day, he was in awe of her quiet competence. She indeed had a lot to teach him.
“Personally, I think the key is consistency. These kids need to know what to expect from you. They need to trust that you’re fair, that you’re prepared, and that you genuinely care about their success.”
Jason’s first solo lesson was on the causes of World War I, taught to a mixed-level junior class. He had prepared extensively, creating a lesson plan that connected the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand to broader themes of nationalism, imperialism, and alliance systems. But standing in front of thirty teenagers, he realized that preparation only went so far.
“The question for you guys,” he began, “is why should we care about some dead Austrian guy? Does anyone have thoughts on why events from 1914 might matter to your life today?”
He waited, allowing the silence to stretch until a student named David raised his hand tentatively. “Because ... it shows how small things can cause big problems?”
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