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I had a nightmare. A full fledged nightmare. Heart racing. Panic. It was my worst nightmare, aside from the former recurring Doberman Pincher mauling nightmare, because that was horrible at the time as well. I hate nightmares.
I have a one-day guided reading pd next week. It is a repeat for me but I read the online comments, not the reflections they provide before they leave, the form they fill out to receive their certificate. Those. One person said that they really hoped to leave being able to implement the practice in their classroom. That hit me hard because I want them to feel confident to start as well. But in one day, and I told them this over and over, they wouldn't know everything there is to know about GR and they would have to become comfortable by doing it. Trusting themselves. Knowing that perfection doesn't exist. Even Fountas and Pinnell say that they are still learners of the craft. I want participants to walk away feeling good about the time they spent exploring the ideas and go back to campus to start the learning through implementation. So I am reworking the day long worksop.
So back to the nightmare. I dreamt that it was the morning of the workshop and I woke up. Nothing was finished. I didn't know what I was going to do: nothing was ready even though I had been up almost all night before working on it. I woke up after dozing off; computer, papers and confusion all around me, so confused and unprepared. And late.
It took me a couple of minutes to realize it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare. But the thing I love about nightmares is that they are not true. Not true. Whewww!
Wish me luck guys. Pray that my participants leave my workshop understanding the power of meeting with small groups.