It was hard to believe his first year teaching art at Hogwarts was nearly over yet the final days were so near at hand. As his class didn't have OWLS or NEWTS he didn't need to prepare a 'final exam' for his students to do but he did require all projects to be completed and handed in by the end of the last official day of classes.
Art wasn't a simple class to grade, something he found challenging as how does one judge talent? Terence did eventually figure it out, looking for specific parameters his students had to meet in each practical project. Quizzing them on theory and art movements was far more straight forward but he found his students preferred hands on projects than long lectures.
Terence felt he had learned as much as his students, though his area of learning was how to teach art to multiple students of varying ages and skill in a more formal setting. He learned plenty and knew next year he will have a far better syllabus laid out. He was also certain he had a few errors here and there but none which brought him to the attention of his superiors. Fortunately none of the errors were so great they needed his superior's attention for him to correct.
Relaxing in the staff room, more as a change of scenery than a need to refresh himself, Terence was enjoying a mug of the fresh coffee he had brewed. His thoughts had drifted to the summer months, he had several plans he wanted to put forth, not to mention a gallery showing he managed to arrange with the local gallery. His thoughts were interrupted when another teacher entered the room and called out a greeting.
"Hello Skeeter," he returned the Herbology Professor's greeting. "It seems I have survived my first year teaching. I have to say I look forward to next year. I will be far better prepared for it and everything won't see so new and as challenging."
"I expect end of the season must be a bit more difficult for you and the other Professors, seeing an entire class of students off with their final year completed. Do you miss graduating students, especially those you've taught for five or more years?"
Art wasn't a simple class to grade, something he found challenging as how does one judge talent? Terence did eventually figure it out, looking for specific parameters his students had to meet in each practical project. Quizzing them on theory and art movements was far more straight forward but he found his students preferred hands on projects than long lectures.
Terence felt he had learned as much as his students, though his area of learning was how to teach art to multiple students of varying ages and skill in a more formal setting. He learned plenty and knew next year he will have a far better syllabus laid out. He was also certain he had a few errors here and there but none which brought him to the attention of his superiors. Fortunately none of the errors were so great they needed his superior's attention for him to correct.
Relaxing in the staff room, more as a change of scenery than a need to refresh himself, Terence was enjoying a mug of the fresh coffee he had brewed. His thoughts had drifted to the summer months, he had several plans he wanted to put forth, not to mention a gallery showing he managed to arrange with the local gallery. His thoughts were interrupted when another teacher entered the room and called out a greeting.
"Hello Skeeter," he returned the Herbology Professor's greeting. "It seems I have survived my first year teaching. I have to say I look forward to next year. I will be far better prepared for it and everything won't see so new and as challenging."
"I expect end of the season must be a bit more difficult for you and the other Professors, seeing an entire class of students off with their final year completed. Do you miss graduating students, especially those you've taught for five or more years?"