It’s my third year teaching, and it’s easier. Oh no doubt it’s easier. That’s why this blog has been so well neglected. Planning is faster. I sleep more. I eat full meals sometimes. But that doesn’t mean less work… that means more time for more things. So this is what happens right after school in November, when deadlines for everything other than what I actually thought my job was are piling up, pretty much unedited. It’s not that bad, it’s just… always there.
I struggle out from under my blanket of ungraded papers
In some state of half-sleep I try to make it mean—sum—so…
some child is a number
from some test
I’m not sure what anymore.
It’s essential now,
but I don’t want to go to school.
I’m not ready—class yes, but for
the I can
but I don’t think so all the time.
but they’re never right because
Sometime around July, reality hit. While all the TeachforUs bloggers I came in with were heading on to grad school, new jobs, and even the great unknown, I wasn’t. Instead, I was staying in the same classroom that shows the battle scars of countless hours, blood, sweat, and tears… all very literally. In fact, I…read more »
A few weeks ago, every evening on the 10 o’clock news—which around here is mostly just fugitive files—I watched a video clip from a security camera wherein a man was beaten, kicked, stomped on, and very nearly killed. The plea was for anyone who had any information about the aggressors or spectators to come forward,…read more »
This afternoon I was reminded just how bad last year was, nothing much, just a little comment about learning how to unit plan that triggered a real, but thankfully manageable, melt-down. I love unit planning now, but figuring it out from scratch (along with everything else) was completely brutal. It makes me wonder–what about you…read more »
An unexpected 6 days off school and the subsequent need for a break from the nonstop lesson-unit-classroom-assessment-etc-planning that is the life of a teacher leads me to take a few minutes to write, or rant, whichever you’d call it. My desire not to offend other Christians has kept my mouth somewhat shut, but it’s somewhat…read more »
Sometimes I wonder why I write when few of my experiences cannot be expressed in a song, poem, or expression that someone else has already put on paper. After watching every bit of available news on Friday evening, I put Avril Lavigne’s “Innocence” on repeat (yes, my own flash back to middle school) and cried…read more »
Today we debated the value—or awfulness—of sweatshops and child labor. After what ranged from wildly simplistic statements to deeply insightful discussions on modern economics, with plenty of strong opinions from every angle, I asked, “If we’re all starving, but we can sell W. and all eat and be happier, should we do it?” “Sure, pick…read more »
The last year and a half have had a fairly profound impact on my life, even though I’m still figuring out exactly what that means. I look forward to sitting down with other alums someday and talking to them about what their two years did to them, and what they did with their two years,…read more »
I’m crawling into bed, not because the work is done, but because my eyes just can’t focus anymore. I’ll be up a little earlier than usual to write down test scores tomorrow. Rather than the cathartic journaling that is sometimes required to sleep, however, I’m blogging, since the whole point of this thing is to…read more »
I remember one of our first pro-Sats, in which our Icebreaker was to finish the phrase, “I teach for…” You’ve heard the expected responses. “I teach for that student whose life I changed forever yesterday.” “I teach for my classmates who went to prison because nobody believed in them.” “I teach for the single mom…read more »