I have a student in my class who should probably be the one teaching instead of me.
Let me explain. I have been teaching science and math for 13 years. All of a sudden, I have this geography class on my schedule this year. I have only taught geography once and I co-taught, which means that the other teacher covered for my sorry butt since I know nothing about geography.
First, I tried to talk my way out of it, tried to get another math or science prep instead. When that didn't work out, I cried. A lot.
So, I have spent this year trying to be a good geography teacher (Google is my BFF!!!). Along with the book and the internet, I have come up with some good lessons and activities, and we have (slowly) made our way around the world- me learning right along with them most of the time.
We have watched a lot of travel videos because we want to see what these places really look like, not just read about it. Our favorite ones are the Globe Trekker series. Be careful though, one time we saw a butt!
Anyway, with the end of the school year coming around, I handed out the exam review which was a foldable where the kids had to list the continents and oceans, 20 countries and capitols, 15 bodies of water, 3 deserts, 5 mountain ranges, etc.
This brings me to The Smarty Pants Kid. He comes up to me and says, "Miss, how many oceans are there?" all innocent and sweet-like. I should have known I was walking right into a trap. "4", I say. "Nope," he said, "there are 5, I bet you a dollar that there is a new one called the Southern Ocean". I had never heard such hooey in my life, so I give him a look and call up Google. He starts laughing and walks over to the computer. Sure enough, I owed the kid a dollar! Why am I always the last to know everything?!