First Impressions

Upon entering the middle/high school for the first time, I felt a strange sense of nostalgia. That morning, school had been delayed due to excessive fog. After a long and dangerous drive, I arrived only to find myself more nervous about being back in high school than about driving through whiteout conditions on a cold winter morning!
After checking in at the office and putting on my visitor's name-tag, I walked down an extremely long hallway. At the very end was the art room. An absolutely empty art room. As I wandered inside, I realized it wasn't empty. In the back was my cooperating teacher (who we'll call Mr. H) sitting at the pottery wheel making a mug. As I approached I was greeted with a soft, thoughtful voice. After introductions, it was explained that students would be in shorty, late due to the fog. Speaking with him for only a few minutes, it became very apparent to me that this man thought on an entirely different level than other people I had met. He spoke in a way that expressed many years of experience, outlining a thought process that saw things in way that I had never considered. Soon the student would come in, ending a first impression that I will never forget. If it wasn't intimidating enough being back in high school, I had to observe and teach under an absolute genius!
My name is Mr. K. This semester I will be pre-teaching at _________ Middle/High School. Over the next few weeks I will be documenting m experiences with Mr. H, and reflecting on what I learn on my journey to becoming an art teacher.

First Entry!!!

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