My First Disappointment

On Tuesday, my freshman composition class met for the first time. The standard syllabus review fare and introductions were all I had on the table, but a few of my students' personalities came through clearly, and I found that I had a strong sense of those kids almost right away.

One of these is a young man who carries in his being earnest mindfulness and acute intelligence. He showed up, as did a few others, at least 20 minutes early, which I appreciated and made a mental note of.

In taking attendance, I discovered that his name wasn't on my roster. And for as much as I hoped it was a mistake due to late registration, I had a sinking feeling that this kid was too advanced for my syllabus.

He asked a question about collective essay events, first of all. My first tip, aside from that mysterious factor x that told me he was set apart. Aside from that, he was in the front row, giving the best, most appropriate indications of paying attention (eye contact, other, nonverbal acknowledgments, small smiles at my lame jokes, etc.). Basically, he was a port in the storm, the person I knew was tracking with everything I said.

Today, after I did some asking and digging, it became clear that he is actually registered for the class that meets after mine in the same room. The Honors Composition class.

I was so disappointed, but also very happy for him that he'll be more challenged and that he won't be understimulated by some of the material that I need to cover, according to pedagogy, for my class section.

bummer, though.