The students talked. They asked questions. Before the proffie started anything, a student had a theory he wanted to talk about. The class answered him. The proffie, the shiftless bastard, just sat there and smiled like he'd just eaten an entire jar of Nutella.
It stunned me.
I walked out back to my office and reconvened with the observed party, that shiftless and errant bastard!
"How did you do that?" I asked. "I didn't see any wires or smoke. Your students actually led the class."
That miserable son of a bitch smiled again and said, "I trained them. I start the semester MAKING each student in turn start the class. They have to do at least 120 seconds of an opening salvo. They HAVE to. They get docked points. I MAKE 2 other students each day give at least a 60 second response. They HAVE to. I give them tiny points for extra insight, for an example from our readings."
"And they do this all semester?"
And he smiled again, that motherless, despicable asshole! "No, I stop MAKING them do it around midterm."
"And the rest of the time?" I asked, already knowing the answer, already slumping in my chair, already designing some kind of torturous death for this unctuous and abhorrent creature before me.
"The rest of the time they do it themselves."
Q: What's the best teaching tip you ever learned from a colleague?