Which is not supposed to be a joke, there were many times during my first year of teaching that I felt like I was a zombie just going through the motions, and I hated it because I was so excited to start teaching at the beginning of the year.
I started off September 2012 very apprehensive. I was going into my first year of teaching, teaching something that I had no experience or interest in teaching. It was a grade 6/7 split. After all my practicums where I prepared lesson plans and units for ELA and Social Studies in the high school area, I had to learn how to plan an entire curriculum for a grade I never taught before and with students in an age-range that I had never taught.
It was scary. I almost wanted to call my employers and tell them that I wanted to break my contract. But then, I remembered the wise, wise words of Mr. Tom Skinner. He said that sometimes you had to teach something you didn't want to, especially in the first year (I'm paraphrasing, I can't remember his exact words). So I stuck my feet in the ground, pushed my head down and forged on-ward.
It was awful. I won't lie. I would come home at the end of the day (after staying at work until after six pm) utterly exhausted. Then I would spend another three hours doing research on the internet. I didn't have weekends because I was always looking for other ways to teach what I wanted them to learn. I ran out of time. I didn't get to teach everything that I was supposed to. I think I cried at the end of almost everyday the first month. But lo and behold...I was becoming a teacher. I was spending money out of my own pocket to provide incentives and buy resources for my classroom. I was getting good at finding free things online. I learned how to use the laminator. The photocopier and I became intimate friends. But most importantly, my students were becoming MY students. They weren't perfect, sometimes they would break into my classroom during lunch hour because they had no where else to go, and they would hide my sub plans when I was unable to go to work. And during our Christmas party, they threw chocolate cake all over the room. But they always cleaned up whatever mess they made and told me they were sorry.
This is only half of my 6/7's. A bunch of them were absent for picture day. |
Slowly, I was beginning to like teaching them. They were smart and funny and artistic. Even the sullen bully would stay after school for a few minutes to shoot the breeze. When Admin. came around asking me for the name of a student I thought would enjoy going to a conference in the city, I named one of the students who (for most of the year) was not what you would call a "model-student". I wanted him to go because the change in his work habits and attitude had improved so much. I wanted him to go because he was a natural leader. And he went. Some parents had some not-so-nice things to say to me about my choice, but I stuck to it. If I had to go back and do it all over again, I would pick him again.
As much as I had began to enjoy my students, at the end of the year, when the renewing of contracts came about, I made the hard decision to leave the middle years and requested the position that I had coveted all along.
High School English Language Arts.
And I got it.
But that is another story for another day. Hopefully soon!
I just wanted you all to know that I am alive :)
A belated Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
Sylvia.