It has been less than a week since I've been in my classroom, but I feel the memory of the school stress is slipping further from my mind... as I lounge around my house, explore places on the internet I've never had time to even imagine, sleep, sleep some more, sleep more than I should physically need, and most importantly, think about everything, but school.
But today, I started thinking again. I started thinking about myself as a teacher. I started thinking about where I began and where I am now. I actually think about this often, but I don't take the time to really write it down (who knows if I'll get it all down now, I may lose my juice or get distracted on the way.)
In my dreams last night, I visited my old classroom. It's very different now. It's a 4th grade classroom. It seems like there is so much space in it (I've seen pictures). I then started thinking about myself in that classroom. When I first started, I was beyond excited and spent days and nights of the month before school started working in that room to make it PERFECT for my students and myself. It may still be one of my favorite places
ever! (Even though I'll never be able to back in that exact place.) I was scared though. I remember getting those 20 kids or so... What was I to do with them? What do I even say to them? What was really going on in my room? Why didn't I know anything? Hadn't I just gotten a degree? Shouldn't I know something? What do I do when they don't do what they are supposed to? How do I make them care?
After starting a summer school class and two years of a regular class, I am starting to feel like I have a clue of what to do. Next year, if I stay at this school, the first day will be a piece of cake (I'll actually know what's going on... which would have happened this year had I stayed in my safe place at my previous school.)
Behavior problems and classroom management may soon be my forte (for sure when I leave this school and area... where the behavior problems aren't as extreme or as popular). I think back to the school I worked in as a summer school teacher. It was the behavior school of the town, all the "problems" went there. Those kids scared me. They probably knew it too. They walked all over me some days. They made me wish I knew what in the world I was doing. They could have eaten me alive, at least that's how I felt... I was terrified by them. I had a few of behaviors in my class last year. Days when the particular few just went beyond what I thought I could deal with. Now. Looking back. Easy. I wish I had those problems! I've gone so far beyond that. I've dealt with so much more... and although, I don't feel 100% successful, my team teacher and I have had a relative amount of success in comparison to Day 1. I feel as if I could go back to a school like my former one, and be able to deal with behavior issues without a sweat.
As a teacher assessing my students, I have grown in ways I didn't even know. I've always been impressed by teachers who can rattle off everything about every student without looking at a thing. They truly
Know where their students stand. I knew, from the start, that it was important for me to know my students strengths and weaknesses. Last year, I used testing results, observations, and other forms of assessment... but I still fumbled as I tried to grasp what exactly I was doing, on top of still trying to figure out how to teach. This year, I've been able to take it to a whole new level. One way: Checklists... Galore. (I'm sure my team teacher thinks I'm a bit crazy sometimes.) Unfortunately, I've not developed successful checklists in all subject areas. I'm still a work in progress. At least I'll have all summer to develop and have them ready for the next school year. We've also developed a basic +, check, - system that we use to find
Target Students, the ones we will try to get to during our next lesson or any down time. We still have a long way to go in developing our assessment system and our outreach to those kiddos who haven't met the particular standards, but I know I'm much further developed then I was before.
Although I spend plenty days feeling I'm in a hopeless place, I know I can survive this. I know I can grow from this. My goal is another year and a half. Maybe it'll get better. Maybe I can last longer? I do know, that when I leave this place, I'll leave with a confidence I wouldn't have known existed before coming. I'll leave with the knowledge of what schools can be and what schools should be. I'll leave knowing I'm going to a better place, a better school, but I won't forget those kids that are still stuck in the place I leave behind.