Criticism Overload!

Today I took over the 8th period, ya know, the immature class. I went through a Powerpoint about social roles during Feudalism. I didn't realize the time. I went on and on and on and on and on. Opps. I must have lectured for thirty minutes or more! And for a class that is the age of little middle schoolers that's wayyyy too long. My mentor teacher spoke to me after class and ran through a long list of notes she made while I was teaching. She must be in her seventies, and heavily out of touch with modern times. Instead of sandwiching her comments (ex. good, bad, good), she bombarded me with advice. She is hard to communicate with because she is so strongly opinionated and old-school. I know she is trying to help, I know she cares, so it's okay. In that situation the best thing to do is accept everything she says graciously, because there is no room for discussion. I need to let the old wise lady have her way. I am here to soak it all up like a giant sponge. Whatever I choose to do with this feedback, well, that is entirely up to me.