On Wednesday afternoon and all day on Thursday, I assumed the moniker “Mrs. Robertson” and served as a substitute science teacher at my daughter’s school.
I only had the 3rd grade on Wednesday. When they came in the classroom, I had a Youtube video of a Fogo volcano (off the coast of Africa) blasting away on the projector. The children liked that! After we gathered rocks, moss, and twigs, the kids came back inside; each table teamed up to build their own volcano out of a paper cup (to use as a crater), paper plate (to set the cup on), and modeling clay. That’s about all the time we had for Wednesday.
I went to bed around 9:30 that night, which is very early for me.
I’m not a morning person, but I got up ready to go the next day. I had the 5th, 6th, 4th, and 3rd grades, respectively. I was amazed at how well the kids behaved. Talkative and giggley at times, yes. Disrespectful, no. I loved them!
I’m not sure if they are ever going to call me back to sub, though, after the 3rd grade volcano blast.
No, I’m serious!
Each team put their volcanoes into plastic bins. (Their regular teacher had suggested this so that we would avoid a huge mess.) I took pictures of each team with their volcano. They added baking soda and I squirted dish detergent in so that the “lava” would last longer. Then I went to each table and poured on the reactant: vinegar. (I learned a lot about reactants, chemical changes, and physical changes when I taught the 4th grade class.)
Each volcano erupted, and so did the kids!
I didn’t hold them back.
They yelled, cheered, squealed, and laughed. It was so loud!
I went around again and doused their infernos with more fuel. The kids went crazy. And then I was like, “Oh, maybe I should calm them down.”
Believe it or not, I turned off the lights and they calmed down. I tried an old stand-by that Mom used for her students and got the kids to put their heads on their desks (this was after I collected the volcano and canisters). It worked.
I asked the teacher next door, “Um…were we loud? Did we disturb you?”
She said that we were loud, but it was okay. We hadn’t bothered her. Whew! She’s a good sport!
Here’s the kicker: I had allowed one videographer for each table. Their regular teacher is going to get some surprise on Monday morning when the kids show her their volcano videos on their tablets!!!
I may not ever be hired back to be “Mrs. Robertson” again, but I’ll bet those little cuties won’t forget the day the science class exploded.
And I fell asleep at 8:30 last night!
The volcano bins.
The science class degus.
The science class turtles, Crush and Callie.
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