Chris Roberts recently made a comment here that reflects what we all think and feel when being observed:
…the assistant principal came in and observed the entire period of Spanish 1. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know he was going to be coming in, so it wasn’t necessarily a “fun” lesson….
First of all, look at that sentence:
…the assistant principal came in and observed….
An observer came in without warning and observed. And what were they observing? Us. And few will dispute and acknowledge that we are working, trying to mold, the hardest clay to work with in the world – teenagers,. They whose frontal lobes are not yet fully formed. Given the difficulty of our task in the first place, I think that when people come in and observe us it is just creepy. Yet we count it as kind of normal.