Rubber bands are very under appreciated. They get a bad reputation for drying out and being painful. However, they make a great metaphor for the strength and weaknesses one, myself in particular, might have about teaching.
The slip relates to those moments during instruction when either a tangent or excess information is given. This is something that haunts me in life. I am known for going off on tangents and provided too much detail about one thing and not enough about another. I am constantly monitoring what I am saying and if it is useful information to the matter at hand. The goal is to become more aware and mindful of this trait as I become a more seasoned teacher.
The slap is when you let go of a rubber band and it bites your finger tips and burns for a bit. This moment in stretching out a rubber band relates to the times that my instruction and my management do not overlap the way I want them to. A perfect lesson will be a train wreck if there isn’t any management. This differs from a slip, because there is more of a burn when management has to be addressed repeatedly. However, I am not worried about a slap occurring during my instruction. I have a strong passion for management and I feel confident in implementing the ideas I have to be dorkily effective in my delivery of instruction and management.
However, at the same time I am worried about snapping just like a rubber band when my students have pulled me as far as I can stretch. I have a few pet peeves that will stretch my patience faster than other things. I have had practice lengthening my fuse of tolerating these peeves more so than I have previously. It is again something that will have to be at the forefront of my mind as the peeves start to focus. I also have a debate of letting my students know what these peeves are, to warn them. Yet, I am concerned about the student that might take that knowledge and use it just to stretch my patience.
The best feeling with a rubber band is when you wrap it what ever object(s) you are trying to hold together. These are the ideal days that I want to happen everyday. This desire is an Achilles’ heel. There more days I have that are not like this, the more it will wear on me. However, a piece of mind I need to hold on to for the future is that the slips, slaps, and snaps will make the snug all the more important and empowering.