I was recently glancing through my site meter stats when I came across someone's linking Google search on "How to be a perfect teacher." My immediate reaction was to laugh out loud. That searching soul had to be disappointed when they came across my blog... I'm so far from a perfect teacher! To be quite honest, I often wonder if I even know what being a teacher looks like anymore, let alone being anywhere close to perfect!
Way back, at the end of the summer, I was at a new teacher day held by NYC DOE. Some guy came to talk and explained that we weren't teachers, we were actually behavior managers... Blah, blah, blah. I didn't agree with him. I'm a teacher who manages behavior, but I am not going to put the behavior management above my ultimate job of being a teacher... I didn't come into teaching because I wanted to focus all of my attention on keeping students from acting like holy terrors all day long. Despite my intentions, Dude was right, this is how we do in NYC. I don't teach. I manage. Sadly, I can't seem to even manage that well anyway (at least it seems with the population I'm working with). I feel like I haven't taught in days (and I really haven't considering we've been testing for the last two weeks...).
A perfect teacher... I still have the goal set. Right now, I'm not exactly on the straight and narrow. I'm a blind fish swimming in muddy waters. I'm just praying the light will come soon... A break, a new direction, a better situation. I want to head back towards being a better teacher, and maybe someday that perfect teacher. I want to stop thinking about how to breathe, how to not cry, how to ignore and let things go, how to not scream at the hypocrisy and crap that goes on in my school every moment of the day, how to ignore the disrespect I constantly get (from students and adults).
How to be a perfect teacher... I can't really help you there... I've recently had to start working on how to keep myself from yelling. (Which is sad for me to admit considering I came into this school at the beginning of the year
Cringing at yelling teachers! Slowly, my patience wore too thin, and without realizing it, I was one of those yelling teachers. I've been making it a point to stop though, and feel I've been pretty successful. I've been being more patient and ignoring when some particular students try to do things just to get under my skin. It feels a bit better, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm not really teaching. I need a super-charged dose of
Love and Logic.)
Deep breath. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote to myself, in reflection of my moving to NYC to teach:
I knew I'd survive, I just didn't know I'd suffer so bad. (Meaning: I knew when I came to NYC to teach, I'd survive as a teacher, and leave a better teacher, despite the trials I go through.)
Yet, after thinking about it... I questioned myself. It lead me to this thought:
I hope I can survive. I never thought it'd be a question. (Saddest question and thought I've ever had as a teacher. I refuse to let this city suck the life out of me as a teacher. But will I win? Or will the city eat me alive?)