Every day with student teaching is a new adventure. Exhausting, hard-work, and so much more.
Yesterday I had an interesting experience. I work in a very Hispanic area, so seeing Asian people is a novelty, I do not have any Asian students, and I have seen probably one in the entire school. Needless to say, students have been interested in my race. One of my best students asked me yesterday, "Where are you from?" I get this question a lot, because I have a slight accent. And as always, I answer "I am from San Diego." At this point, usually students are satisfied, but this kid is always inquisitive, so he asked a different question "Where are your parents from?" Of course, I answered "San Francisco." At this point he got really frustrated. I explained to him that I may be Chinese, but really I am American. I could see the cognitive dissonance. If I wasn't teaching science, this would be a great time to talk to the students about race relations and immigration in America, rather if I was a history teacher. But that is a little out of my comfort zone for now.
