It's been a while, but I thought I'd share this with you.
I was sitting outside, taking a break from planning for my math classes. Thinking about the shitstorm that is my classroom, I figured I would go pinterest lurking for some of those great organizational ideas. Looking at pin after pin of orderly, colourful, perfect classrooms I had a sullky moment in my head where these words passed through my head:
"Why can I create beautiful and orderly lessons with creative teaching strategies that are beautifully structured and logical, but I can't stick that into the physical space of my room? The only thing orderly or pretty about my room is my word/concept wall. And that's because it just organizing and exhibiting information again......."
And then it hit me like a lightning strike, and I seriously thought about Socionics for the first time in probably 3 years.
Damn you weak functions! Curse you duals and your sweet sweet Si logic. I can problem solve the shit out of pretty much anything. I can rework an idea in a thousand different ways until a kid understands. I can cull all the extra nonsense out of teaching a skill until it starts from the basics and builds into something amazingly complex. But I'll be damned if I can make sense of my physical surroundings in anything other than small, isolated bursts of something aesthetically sensible. Seeing the whole picture of that space? Forget it....
Those of you who know me well enough, know that I have an attitude that basically says "fuck you" to anyone who says something can't be done and makes me even more determined to make it happen. I'm even a little conceited in my ability to weasel around any obstacle. Coming to terms with that fact that there are things I can't make myself good at with enough problem solving, elbow grease and time is a little shocking, even now.You would think years of socionics would have already kind of instilled that mentality in me, but I think it only hit me in full force today. It's not that it can't be done. It's that I'm really fucking bad at it, and all attempts at making sense of it just slide right off of my brain like water on a freshly waxed car.
With that said, who wants to help me make sense of my classroom, lol.