That blog post went dark. Pretty quickly. I wasn't feeling the best about myself at that time, and I decided to just clear out my brain. Which oddly helped. But the other side of that is that we need to fill in the space made by clearing out the bad by filling it in with something good. So, let's try and do this so those of you who may be younger teachers than I can feel like the world isn't all terrible.
You are a Better Teacher
This will not seem right at all. But believe me, when it comes down to it, you are better. Seriously. It may seem like on some days that all you can do is make mistakes, but they are mistakes that are not just because you are new. They are mistakes because this job is hard, and that's how you learn. Whenever I feel like poop, I listen to the Tarzan soundtrack from Disney and scream along with the "In learning you will teach, and in teaching you will learn" part. It ends with "all these things will come to you in time." Thank you, Phil Collins.
New Students
My first year, I had a group of students who pushed every button I had. I had to think on my feet so fast to just get through a day and get anything done. This year, thanks to those students, I feel like I knew what to kind of do if it came up again. Yes, there were many new challenges (see last post) but it has been wonderful to get to know a group of students and still see some of your old ones. New jokes, new lessons, new personalities. It has been a great year with these scientists, and I'm super proud to see how my past scientists are doing.
Honing New Skills
I make a conscious decision to get better at a thing a year. This year was being timely on updating the online grading, and I feel like I have generally become much stronger at that and I still have the skills I honed last year, like planning using Post-Its (shout out to all my teacher friends who showed me how to do this) and positive narration, but boy howdy did grading get to me. I've learned how to get as much grading done as humanly possible as fast as possible. I also learned the best thing for me, is to focus on that thing. I tried to implement a bunch of new tricks, and many of them no longer are being used. I figure I still have them, and the same thing happened last year until I kind of cracked those tricks this year. I figure when it comes down to it, I'll keep learning a new trick a year and that's pretty fantastic.
People Know Your Name
I saved the best and least obvious for last. It is amazing your second year to have name recognition. I had to introduce myself last year or, in one case, hear someone ask my friend "who is Ms. S?" in front of me. Now, thanks to chaperoning a few field trips and word of mouth, I am kind of known at school. There are still batches of kids who have no idea who I am besides that mean lady who sends them back to class, but I have a way better relationship with other teachers. Which is to say, I have a relationship with the other teachers at all. I actually have some pretty great friends as a support network, and that I think may actually be the best part of being a second year teacher.
Yeah. This definitely helped. Hope it helps you too!
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Second Year Teaching
As you can see by my crazy consistent posting, teaching as a second year teacher has been tough. And, being the loving and generous author I am, I want to walk you through why it is so tough subject by subject.
All New Kids
Ok, this one sounds like a no brainer, but as a 1st year teacher, you find tricks that work with your group of quiz. Talking out of turn? Participation points. Oodles of latework? Ironclad latework policy second semester. Basically, everything you came up with is tailored to that group of students and their needs and idiosyncrasies. In my case, I had a sweet but chatty group of freshmen, so a lot of the management tools I had to use were based around talking out of turn. This year, I have some personalities. While they are still talkative, they are not quite as sweet about it. There is a great deal more time spent dealing with negative interactions or trying to dissuade really inappropriate language and conversations. This is a very different challenge and requires a different skill set.
There's a flip side to this, of course. In some cases, your following class benefits from your previous knowledge. You'll find you can explain certain things way better if you were able to teach the same lessons both years. However, many teachers I have known have had the most change in curriculum the first two years. Even if you feel you have a strong set of lessons and activities, things happen. Materials can run out, maybe your students are more or less advanced or maybe you just do not like how it addressed the standards previously and need to tweak it. No matter what, changes are tough and you'll have a lot of them.
People Expect More of You
Especially if you don't change schools, you have proven that you can be a contributing part of the community. Mainly, you survived. And in some cases, this means you will find yourself in a leadership position, whether you feel ready or not. In some ways, this can be fantastic. You can really see how a school works and gain some great experience. In some ways, this can be exhausting. Seeing how a school works makes you realize how many moving parts there really are. It makes your really respect all the administration do.
Also, expectations of abilities of teachers increases greatly. I relate it to how the expectations jump for students from middle school to high school, even if they really don't mature that much over the summer. You will be expected to be just better overall, and in many ways, you will be. You'll find tricks to grade more efficiently, you'll get better at doing things on time, you'll be better about contacting families and managing a classroom, but you by no means will be perfect or meet the expectations of others sometimes.
People also expect you to know more things. I have now been part of a few research projects, so if you need a good interview, you know who to look for. Answer: it may not be me. While I do have some knowledge, it's very narrow and specific. And yet, people love to study second year teachers. Maybe it's a sophomore situation. You are just starting to know how much you don't know.
You Expect More of You
I am my own hardest critic. Whenever I have observations or evaluations, I see everything going wrong in the space and none of what is going right. I tell myself that these things that are happening should not be issues any more. My brain says "YOU HAVE DONE THIS BE PERFECT" and yet, I can't. There's only so much 'can' in my body and sometimes, I run out. I think this leads well into the fact that I have way less patience now with students and with myself.
You Have Way Less Patience
Yeah, remember how tired you were last year? Multiply that by two. You will have all of the baggage of prior students as well as current and almost no way to handle it constructively. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but that's what it feels like a lot of the time. I have not learned how to let some things slide, or I feel bad because I am letting more slide or mad because I take work home mentally and physically. I feel like I had this youthful exuberance last year like YAY I'M A REAL TEACHER and now I sometimes just feel old and frustrated. I'm also a bit of an idiot and made like three major life changing decisions in the span of the last six months (marriage, moving, job) and so I am really, really in my bones tired. I don't know if anyone but my dad and my fiance really can see how tired I am. I think I thought it would go away this year, and in some ways it has been less severe, but then I had to go and add on more stuff to do. So this may be less about being a second year teacher, and more about just being me.
While all of this looks like a bunch of sadness and complaining, I do think I have improved but I just needed to vent. I think I just needed this moment. Positives to follow.
All New Kids
Ok, this one sounds like a no brainer, but as a 1st year teacher, you find tricks that work with your group of quiz. Talking out of turn? Participation points. Oodles of latework? Ironclad latework policy second semester. Basically, everything you came up with is tailored to that group of students and their needs and idiosyncrasies. In my case, I had a sweet but chatty group of freshmen, so a lot of the management tools I had to use were based around talking out of turn. This year, I have some personalities. While they are still talkative, they are not quite as sweet about it. There is a great deal more time spent dealing with negative interactions or trying to dissuade really inappropriate language and conversations. This is a very different challenge and requires a different skill set.
There's a flip side to this, of course. In some cases, your following class benefits from your previous knowledge. You'll find you can explain certain things way better if you were able to teach the same lessons both years. However, many teachers I have known have had the most change in curriculum the first two years. Even if you feel you have a strong set of lessons and activities, things happen. Materials can run out, maybe your students are more or less advanced or maybe you just do not like how it addressed the standards previously and need to tweak it. No matter what, changes are tough and you'll have a lot of them.
People Expect More of You
Especially if you don't change schools, you have proven that you can be a contributing part of the community. Mainly, you survived. And in some cases, this means you will find yourself in a leadership position, whether you feel ready or not. In some ways, this can be fantastic. You can really see how a school works and gain some great experience. In some ways, this can be exhausting. Seeing how a school works makes you realize how many moving parts there really are. It makes your really respect all the administration do.
Also, expectations of abilities of teachers increases greatly. I relate it to how the expectations jump for students from middle school to high school, even if they really don't mature that much over the summer. You will be expected to be just better overall, and in many ways, you will be. You'll find tricks to grade more efficiently, you'll get better at doing things on time, you'll be better about contacting families and managing a classroom, but you by no means will be perfect or meet the expectations of others sometimes.
People also expect you to know more things. I have now been part of a few research projects, so if you need a good interview, you know who to look for. Answer: it may not be me. While I do have some knowledge, it's very narrow and specific. And yet, people love to study second year teachers. Maybe it's a sophomore situation. You are just starting to know how much you don't know.
You Expect More of You
I am my own hardest critic. Whenever I have observations or evaluations, I see everything going wrong in the space and none of what is going right. I tell myself that these things that are happening should not be issues any more. My brain says "YOU HAVE DONE THIS BE PERFECT" and yet, I can't. There's only so much 'can' in my body and sometimes, I run out. I think this leads well into the fact that I have way less patience now with students and with myself.
You Have Way Less Patience
Yeah, remember how tired you were last year? Multiply that by two. You will have all of the baggage of prior students as well as current and almost no way to handle it constructively. Ok, I'm exaggerating, but that's what it feels like a lot of the time. I have not learned how to let some things slide, or I feel bad because I am letting more slide or mad because I take work home mentally and physically. I feel like I had this youthful exuberance last year like YAY I'M A REAL TEACHER and now I sometimes just feel old and frustrated. I'm also a bit of an idiot and made like three major life changing decisions in the span of the last six months (marriage, moving, job) and so I am really, really in my bones tired. I don't know if anyone but my dad and my fiance really can see how tired I am. I think I thought it would go away this year, and in some ways it has been less severe, but then I had to go and add on more stuff to do. So this may be less about being a second year teacher, and more about just being me.
While all of this looks like a bunch of sadness and complaining, I do think I have improved but I just needed to vent. I think I just needed this moment. Positives to follow.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Graduation Station
Well it's official. I have a Master's in Education. Does that feel like a good life choice? Yes. Does going to the commencement ceremony...? Yes and no.
First, I forgot I went to a Jesuit school. While I think what the Jesuit order is all about is really groovy, I'm not terribly religious any more. So the faith based speakers didn't quite inspire me to be the change I want to see in the world.
Oddly enough, I think graduation reminded me of how insulated from the world I've become. Being a teacher, it's easy to hole yourself away in a classroom and forget that there is something out there. I spend so much time thinking or worrying about students that, frankly, my social life is coming home and watching Daredevil with my boyfriend. Which is an awesome show, by the way. I talk more to teachers and kids than mundanes only a daily basis, so I forget that not everyone's world rotates around what this kid did when and why. I'm hoping next year, when my classroom is actually inside the main building, I may have a few more connections, but I'm not holding my breath.
Why this came into such stark view was when I saw my friends being closer friends with everyone but me. I'm an introvert, and I'm ok with that. However, it does feel icky when you're the 17th wheel in a group you used to be an integral part of. I guess graduation is a way of reminding you it's time to move on, to the next part or the next thing. It's closing a book, putting on the shelf and finding something new. It can be related, or completely different. For me, this book has been winding down for a while. I know I'll still be friends with all of these people, and I still am. They will be characters in my next book, but maybe not quite as prominent as they were in this one. I think my next book is going to be a sequel, to be honest.
I don't like the phrase next chapter. That assumes that the narrative is directly related and the story has no resolution. Graduate school has a resolution. I graduated. I took pictures. Yay. Now, it's time for the new story, but it's not unrelated, hence sequel. All of the lessons from my last phase will be applied with vigor to the next, even more than between college and graduate school.
Undergrad to graduate school were incredibly different, in both population, content and focus. Undergrad was about me learning what I wanted when I wanted and enjoying life. Graduate school was learning how to serve others and relate my knowledge in a way that others can understand. Also, it was way more writing. Not going to lie, I miss problem sets. Also, I spent the last two years in the company of teachers, who are definitely my people. I don't fit, but I fit slightly better than in college.
Anyway, this got off topic quickly. Graduation: it's about moving forward. Which is why I'm kind of moving backward and focusing on art again for a while. It's something I haven't focused on in 3 years, so I suppose I should. Plus, I need a hobby this summer. I can't NOT do something.
I'm happy I'm a teacher, and with the choices I've made, which is always a good sign. This next phase is going to be difficult, amazing, challenging and a bit undirected, a change for me. I'll figure it out, one way or another.
First, I forgot I went to a Jesuit school. While I think what the Jesuit order is all about is really groovy, I'm not terribly religious any more. So the faith based speakers didn't quite inspire me to be the change I want to see in the world.
Oddly enough, I think graduation reminded me of how insulated from the world I've become. Being a teacher, it's easy to hole yourself away in a classroom and forget that there is something out there. I spend so much time thinking or worrying about students that, frankly, my social life is coming home and watching Daredevil with my boyfriend. Which is an awesome show, by the way. I talk more to teachers and kids than mundanes only a daily basis, so I forget that not everyone's world rotates around what this kid did when and why. I'm hoping next year, when my classroom is actually inside the main building, I may have a few more connections, but I'm not holding my breath.
Why this came into such stark view was when I saw my friends being closer friends with everyone but me. I'm an introvert, and I'm ok with that. However, it does feel icky when you're the 17th wheel in a group you used to be an integral part of. I guess graduation is a way of reminding you it's time to move on, to the next part or the next thing. It's closing a book, putting on the shelf and finding something new. It can be related, or completely different. For me, this book has been winding down for a while. I know I'll still be friends with all of these people, and I still am. They will be characters in my next book, but maybe not quite as prominent as they were in this one. I think my next book is going to be a sequel, to be honest.
I don't like the phrase next chapter. That assumes that the narrative is directly related and the story has no resolution. Graduate school has a resolution. I graduated. I took pictures. Yay. Now, it's time for the new story, but it's not unrelated, hence sequel. All of the lessons from my last phase will be applied with vigor to the next, even more than between college and graduate school.
Undergrad to graduate school were incredibly different, in both population, content and focus. Undergrad was about me learning what I wanted when I wanted and enjoying life. Graduate school was learning how to serve others and relate my knowledge in a way that others can understand. Also, it was way more writing. Not going to lie, I miss problem sets. Also, I spent the last two years in the company of teachers, who are definitely my people. I don't fit, but I fit slightly better than in college.
Anyway, this got off topic quickly. Graduation: it's about moving forward. Which is why I'm kind of moving backward and focusing on art again for a while. It's something I haven't focused on in 3 years, so I suppose I should. Plus, I need a hobby this summer. I can't NOT do something.
I'm happy I'm a teacher, and with the choices I've made, which is always a good sign. This next phase is going to be difficult, amazing, challenging and a bit undirected, a change for me. I'll figure it out, one way or another.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
L is for...
Day 20-
So here's how it went down.
A student was having issues with her vision so, as I was the extra special extra adult, I had the pleasure to take her down to Wellness, or as I knew it when I was young, the nurse's office. The Wellness Center is a great deal more than what my nurse's office was, with different amazing resources for the students, and it's located in the basement of the school, and can be rather difficult to find. As I walked this girl down, she became increasingly nervous and I'm convinced she thought I was taking her off to be murdered. I did what I do best, and asked her about herself and her life. It seemed to help, and we made it to Wellness in one piece. I had a couple other errands to run, and I asked this girl if I could leave and do so, and if she was going to be ok. She looked at me and said, "No. Stay." How can I say no to that, so I stayed as long as I could. When it looked like it was almost her turn, I said I would meet her when she was done with her exam. She nodded, and I went to take care of my next job, which was discussing with a counselor why a girl had be dropped from the system again. Survey says: no idea, but she's back in. I have a few theories, and only two have to do with gremlins.
I arrive back in the classroom and as I walk in, there are shouts and students milling around. They had been using the meter sticks as weapons, and not as the measuring tools that they were meant to be. They lost the privilege to use them for the day and were set down to bookwork. Scared the crap out of me. But I understand where the teacher was coming from. This part I've dissected over and over again, so not going to go too far into it.
I get a call that the girl is done, and I run down to meet her. She seems more comfortable with nurse, who is one of my new favorite people, and we walked up back to the classroom. She said the three words I enjoy hearing, but never know how to respond to. "I love you." I nearly cried. That's how today went.
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