I am a daydream believer. (Sorry Monkees) I daydream all of the time in class. Sometimes I even do it while students are answering my questions.
I began daydreaming when I was a freshman. I would sit and think of different ways the teacher could be teaching the lesson. Of course, I was a teenager and knew everything. Unfortunately, teachers did catch me once in a while and left me feeling slightly embarrassed.
I was reminded of daydreaming today in two different classes. I hope I did not embarrass the young ladies, as that was not my intent.
It all started in a morning class. Lindsey was sitting at her desk with a big smile on her face. Thinking she was finished with her writing, I called on her to share it with the class. Her eyes blinked rapidly and the smile faded. She looked around sheepishly and I could tell she wasn’t ready. I smiled and asked her if she was daydreaming. She relaxed and replied, “Yes.” I chuckled a little and asked her what she was daydreaming about. “Basketball,” she answered. (She is on the basketball team and they have a big game tomorrow.) I told her I understood; it happens to me all of the time. Lindsey relaxed and refocused on class. Nothing unusual, just a typical day in a classroom, right? Not today.
In an afternoon class I noticed Ainsley sitting at her desk with a grin and staring at the board. She looked like she was finished with her writing, so I called on her. The grin disappeared and a little panic swept over the face. I smiled and asked her if she was daydreaming. She frowned and said, “Yes, sorry.”
I know that Ainsley plays on the basketball team, so I had to smile and ask, “By chance,were you daydreaming about basketball?”
A big smile crossed her face and she even giggled her response, “Yes.” What are the chances?
I smiled as I was reminded that my class was not the most important thing in a freshman’s life. I hope they win the game tomorrow. We can write more next week.