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Separation of School and Life.

This has been an amazing thing: my life, at large. (Escaped.) I don't mean to sound cryptic, I just think over Thanksgiving break I might have found something. (Stated while perpetually knocking on wood, please let this not have been a fake-discovery.) See, previously my life was these two factions: Caroline the Michiganian, the semi-artist, the girl that wears Nike high tops and doesn't wash her hair for three days, who sleeps three hours a night, who goes goes goes; then Caroline the teacher, the hoity-toity Teach-For-America corps member, yeah that organization, yeah I was one of those few accepted, except -oh!- I fail all the time, except I have no confidence or solid Delta relationships, except this is like working a really insane masochistic after-school volunteer job that isolates you from anything and everything that has ever grounded you except for you own brain and OH YEAH your brain does not ground you. If you followed that, good work. Now. The present is some miraculous and obviously plainly expected merging of the two. Suddenly, teaching is not a tortuous pastime, but an... occupation? This is my life? This is my career? Somewhere along the line Teach For America gave me, at the least, a direction to go in, something I didn't have in college. Instead of selfishly wondering what the hell I'm going to do, ever, I have 120 little faces holding me accountable. Who cares what I want, these kids need to learn something. Lord knows if I'm providing something to learn, but at least I'm trying. Too tangential. My point is that over this break my worlds collided, and I feel like teacher-me is not just some surgically applied appendage that I can't function. Teacher-me is, in fact, me. The extremes are less. I talk about school at home. I talk about home at school. I am finding middle ground. Kinda depressing that I only have (potentially) six months to enjoy it, before my life (potentially) gets flipped on its head again. Speaking of, Sacramento principal is observing me for two hours tomorrow, and I can't decide if I'm largely apathetic or terrified out of my mind. I've lost three pounds in three weeks and leave to observe Achievement First on Thursday morning. As put together as I remind myself I am, my life continues to be a (excuse the alarmingly awful analogy) whirlwind. /rant

 


Be Careful What You Wish For...

11/28/11 I have an essay prompt to respond to - "What is the biggest disappointment you have faced in your career, and how did you respond to it?" Yesterday, I was wondering what I would write about. Today, that student I had been working with every day after school, the one who was suspended the week before Thanksgiving for throwing the eraser and essentially getting kicked out of every class, yea him. He was terrible in my class, as well as other teachers. We had a pep rally today at the end of school. I found him to keep him for tutoring. When I turned away, he ran out and got on his bus. I went to his bus and got him ejected. He made it to tutoring and worked silently, with minimal comments, and then the math teacher tried to work with him. His defiance reached the point where he walked away from her, and when she told him to stop, he said, "catch me," and continued walking. It's like it's all a game to him. Well, she called our Principal and explained the situation. He called the parents. This led to another 3-day suspension for his disrespect during class and tutorials, and the parents said they would just pull him from our school instead. Talk about broken dreams. If this does happen, not only did this student just learn he can act TERRIBLE to everyone and get what he wants....which is to leave the school, but there also goes the great potential this student has because I don't believe the other school will push him. Or find out about secret heartache over his parent's divorce and that he feels like his parents don't love him. Ugggh, as much as he ruins my class, he needs to be at our school. On the other hand, if I wasn't putting so much effort into him, there are other students who are ready to be pushed if I had more energy to expend on them. I might call his mom tomorrow. His behavior does have to change, and when he's so disrespectful even to our principal, it's hard to see that happening, but ugh. Regardless, it comes back to locus of control. I know I did everything I could. No regrets there, just disappointment that it didn't work. In other news, I dyed my hair this weekend. It is a little ostentatious, but that's kinda how I like it. I love my middle-schooler's responses though. My 8th graders are sweet. I had at least 10 either exclaim, miss, you dyed your hair! or Miss, the hair looks great!! My 7th graders....not so forgiving. Some comments from my homeroom: ...miss, your hair.....it's different.... ....miss, why'd you do it??? ....ohhh, you went red.... And then random students throughout class would be raise their hand and be like - Miss, did you change your hair color? Me: Not pertinent. Lastly, I went to the gym, watched an episode of Modern Family AND cooked dinner tonight! Yay!!! Now, I need to do a little work or I will quickly fall back behind, but MAN, it felt good to be able to come home and relax a bit. Just gotta keep everything in moderation :)

 


things you learn in college, according to kk.

We're talking about weather in science. "Miss M, how come you can draw such good raindrops?" - DS "It's cause she went to college!" - MC I actually missed my kids over Thanksgiving break. I wondered how MH celebrated her birthday (she got $12). I worried that they wouldn't all get Thanksgiving dinner. I hoped the power stayed on and no one got a whooping and everyone got plenty to eat. I think they are finally feeling like mine. I think we are making progress towards our "Star Student Qualities." I had 9 Excellents in conduct today, 6 Satisfactorys, and 4 Needs Improvements. One of those NI's earned his free time back by completely changing his attitude after lunch. I was so, so proud. Today was a good day with some minor bumps and minor triumphs. One girl drove me up the wall and I sent her to another class. I talked to my CMA from this summer (J is an absolute baller) and she told me I had to commit to not yelling. If that means I remove myself or a student from a situation, so be it. I really liked teaching today :)

 


Learning to Accept Failure...or A Better Life

I researched Teach for America a good six months before applying for the first deadline in August. That is, I researched the application process and the success stories. A friend of mine in college was a year older, very brilliant academically, a leader in various organizations that I was a part of and a liberal arts major, like myself. He was accepted to Houston and I saw myself going there too, if accepted. At the end of my junior year of college I was already dreaming of the possibilities of teaching 4th or 5th graders, my preferred grade. And if I was applying so early, I would of course be granted this wish, right? My hard work and dedication to the application process (along with my good grades and leadership positions) paid off and I was accepted first deadline to Houston teaching k-6. Life was good. I sailed on my acceptance and planned my future in Houston. My parents were proud and everyone was asking me about it. My mother even wrote in to a local newspaper to share the news and I informed my high school quarterly, where it was also published. I even started a blog in February to chronicle my adventures. Before beginning, I posted about ideas I would incorporate in the classroom, books I wanted to read. As an overachiever I did all of the pre-work reading and more. I took notes as I read Teaching as Leadership and I checked TFANet daily. I counted down the days until institute. I would have to miss college graduation for the beginning of institute. This was disappointing but the excitement of beginning TFA quickly washed over that. By April I was starting to get antsy that I had not been placed yet and I was seeing all over TFANet people posting about their new placements. I had been in the first pool, why was I still waiting?! Then I received an email from TFA, one about budget cuts in Houston, which meant that it would be more difficult to place us in HISD and also, that my placement had been switched to ELA 8-12. I was only an English minor, a history major, but apparently I had enough credits to teach English. I had not planned on teaching high school at all. Actually, I'm not sure I would have accepted TFA had I gotten high school. I had read Relentless Pursuit in the fall and the trials and tribulations at Locke High School in Watts were enough to frighten me. I was self-aware enough to know that high school was not a good fit for me. And yet, I was so clouded by TFA's prestige and hopefulness - a new city, a chance to change children's lives, new friends...well, I accepted the 8-12 placement and went along with my day. I threw myself more wholeheartedly into the effort of planning for English. I spent hours studying for the certification exam and continually adding possible books to a curriculum I thought I understood. Fast forward to institute. Things went great. I was TFA-obsessed for real now. I made amazing friends, about 10 girls who were all like me - Type A, loved to have a good time and work out, were excited to check out Houston There was not a dull moment. I was busy. I was happy. The only thing hanging over my head was that I had still not been placed and all my friends had. It seemed that literally everyone had been placed. I wondered why I was even in ELA 8-12 when everyone was getting jobs for 4-8 and EC-6. I was so confused and I desperately wanted a school to call my own. Finally, in the last week of institute I was placed at a high school in third ward Houston. One other TFA corps member was placed there, a guy teaching science. I didn't really know him but he seemed nice enough. I was pumped to be teaching at this school, knowing it was a little more urban and rough than many of my friend's schools who were at cushy charter schools. But I figured with my success at institute, I could take on anything. At this point, I didn't really understand the reality of dealing with a place where management, support, mentoring and direction were nonexistent. As school neared, I started to realize that very few of the corps members in Houston were in a situation like me. Due to the budget crisis, many 2011 corps members were at KIPP or YES Prep. It soon became clear that I was in a failing school and from the beginning, the pressure was on for test scores. The administration was brand new and their asses were on the line if we did not perform. Well, as a new teacher, with an MTLD overseeing 30 corps members, and little understanding of how to align my lessons to the 5,000 objectives that my school wanted me to teach, I was overwhelmed. My first week was shocking. My students were mostly out of control and all of the tricks that TFA had taught me, the numerous systems, the Teach like a Champion book I had read cover to cover, provided little assistance, if any. My mentor teacher provided absolutely no support. Once she found out I was TFA I think she was trying to sabotage me. I would ask her for help and lesson plan and received very little response. She wouldn't meet on weekends or after school, even though I asked repeatedly, and she told me after 6 weeks that she'd been hiding the curriculum from me because she didn't want to get me in trouble. I have no idea what that meant. As someone who had always been prepared, enthuasiastic and loving life, I began every day with a sense of dread and a feeling that I had no idea what I was doing. I also sometimes worried for my life when students would cuss me out, throw scissors in class or tell me I was f***ing retarded. Now, I know that many first year corps members have had similar situations and really, what did I expect? No one ever said this was going to be easy. I also had no intention of quitting. For the first two months, I bit my tongue and spent hours and hours with my MTLD trying to come up with solutions to counter behavior and plan lessons. I wanted it to work and I so badly wanted to teach. I also had some great students who juxtaposed the others. But what I didn't realize was that I was getting really depressed. I was forgetting to take care of myself - showering, eating. But I felt that if I did not work 100 hour weeks, nothing would get done and the weekends I did rest, the school week was a complete disaster. I also still had no actual support, no friends teaching my same subject and it seemed that every other corps member at least loved something about their school or had a few successes a week. My English department was nice but not helpful, all the English teachers taught something different and though I voiced some concerns at planning periods, they were just sessions for the other teachers to complain about curriculum or the administration. We never planned anything. Also, as an avid runner, who ran every morning at 5 am, I had stopped and I think this also added to my depression. Miraculously, my hard work paid off somewhat and I was starting to get management under control by mid-September. But I felt extreme pressure with my certification mentor continually writing me up and letting my administration know I wasn't doing well, my administration's watchful eyes and negative feedback, and TFA's constant call for data. Data? Um please. But even though there was a little improvement I had this constant pain in my chest and my anxiety was worsening. I also had one period in which nothing worked, the end of the day class, and I feared for this period every day. They were out of control, stealing things, talking, fighting, eating, saying horrible things to my face. I cried almost every night and was on the phone with my parents in between class periods, after school, sometimes before school. Or I was racing around trying to get something done. My school also had no copy machine so I was spending money at Kinko's or going to the TFA office. For some reason I thought that buying more things would help me, so I was spending tons of money on laminating more rules, filing systems, color coded seating chart tags. It was the only way I could find control in the chaos. Little did I know, the other TFA corps member at my school was dying just the same. (He ended up quitting a day after me.) We just hadn't really connected on it because we were so busy, we had no time to talk to each other. I would give myself Friday night to go out and always end up sad by the end of the night and anxious about working all of Saturday and Sunday. At the end of October, everything exploded. My car got towed on a Friday and I lost a weekend of planning because my computer was in it, then my computer crashed 3 days later with everything in it. Yes, I hadn't backed things up but I truly believe my stress was causing me to make dumb decisions and forget to take regular precautions. I wasn't sleeping or eating hardly in this last week. Behavior was out of control because I didn't have the energy to counter it. I sat down at the end of this week in class, shaking and nauseous, called for a sub and left. The next day my aunt took me to a psychiatrist who advised me in his "medical opinion" to quit or take a medical leave. But I didn't want to quit so he prescribed some medication - anxiety meds and sleeping pills. I spent the week planning a new curriculum to the textbook (since I was in trouble for not using it..). I tried to get through the next week of school but I couldn't. I was literally stopping in the middle of classes, on the verge of tears, turning on music while my kids messed around. I had lost it and I didn't see myself getting it back. Finally I went to inform my vice principal that I was having problems, he told me they'd been planning on laying me off any way due to a drop in enrollment of 400. They were planning on firing 10% of the staff. This explained all the added pressure I had felt from my administration, negative feedback and constant observations. They even yelled at me about test scores on a test which I was told to give my students but I had never seen the test. Knowing I was going to get laid off (or maybe fired considering what they'd seen in my classroom) pretty much told me that I could leave my class (or should to avoid getting fired) knowing they'd be put into another teacher's class. But truthfully, I didn't want to leave. Well, I wanted to leave my school but not Teach for America. I spent three days off, trying to decide, going back and forth and feeling sick about it. I just didn't know what else to do and I felt like I needed to take care of myself. I'd never been this depressed and anxious in my life and it scared me. After I quit, I felt equally depressed and confused, I just needed to go home and get better. I really loved Houston, my friends here, my life. I could hardly bare to leave. And there was this kind of, what have I done? feeling. I understand that TFA is not down with moving people from their schools but I wish they'd listened more when I voiced my concerns. We signed up for TFA and agreed to a precarious and potentially hostile situation but it was certainly hard to hear from other more experienced corps members in Houston (where I sought some help), "95% of corps members are not in your shoes. You just got really unlucky." Now, a month later, and after a good amount of therapy and talks with my parents and people who have an outside perspective, I realize that a job really shouldn't be like that. I am 23 and do I really want to spend the next 2 years hating my life? Even during the days when I was relaxing with friends or going to happy hours, I felt inadequate and anxious, hearing their funny/happy/silly stories of teaching younglings. They were hung up on the kids who sometimes spoke out of turn. When I told my stories, they tried to offer advice, but after a while they'd just shake their heads and say "I'm really sorry..." I guess I should admit that I didn't want to be a teacher long term but I saw a chance to make a difference and live in a new, fun big city. However, after institute, I really thought I wanted to be a teacher. I was considering a third year. Of course, this was all before it actually began and I was idealistic. After leaving, the two biggest issues I have are - I miss my kids. I know that if I had been able to channel them in effective ways, we could have done some amazing stuff. But I truly did not have the knowledge or experience to do so. And I suppose I was going to leave my high school anyways with the layoffs, so I would not have seen them again. And secondly, I failed at something. For the first time in my life. I failed. Like flunking out of college. And if things had been different, if I could go back and change a few things, maybe it would have been better... Luckily thanks to my phi beta kappa, cum laude, blah blah blah resume, I got a really good job in my home town and am moving back to pursue other avenues. I even have a YES Prep school in Houston interested in interviewing me, but it is too late, I've moved out of my apartment. I'd really like to try again. I believe that in a different situation I would have made it. TFA also gave me an emergency release to return next year but I don't think I'd trust them again to place me. I'd get my own job first, something that TFA says NOT to do but I know a ton of people who basically sought out their own placement. What do you think? Should I try again next year in a different situation? Should I give it up? Is TFA just not for me?

 


I can remain calm during a random observation.

My co-principals are not the type to hold pop-up formal observations, but our school definitely has an open door policy. I can't remember the last whole week when I didn't have at least one non-faculty member drop by my classroom for anything from a five minute "pop in" to an hour long video taping. Guests have a habit of swinging by my second period English class on Mondays, which I find ironic because we are never doing anything super interesting, Monday is a very routine day, where we read, sometimes work on organizational things or improving our Reader's Response Journal (RRJ) entries, staple homework into our planners...The cohort I teach during this period - my integrated co-taught class - is so calm and focused at this time that it's never a big concern to have new faces watching, unless they get in the way (my classroom's not huge). Really, my door is always open, event at more frazzled times. I'm happy to have visitors come by, and even more so if they leave some feedback on my teaching and classroom. Today's pop-servation was different than usual, which is probably why I felt unnerved. Usually we receive e-mails from the principals about who to expect - for example, I know that this week on Wednesday a big group of principals from schools that share our model are coming, and I know some visitors from a leadership graduate program are coming on Thursday. The newsletter for this week explicitly noted that nothing special was going on today, so when a gentleman in a tweed jacket stepped in I was a little surprised. He watched for a bit (my kids were doing their independent reading), then began asking me questions. How often do you have kids read? Do they share out about their books? Etc. etc. etc. He also asked to take a photograph of my "Sticky Note Wall of Fame," which is where I put up assessed sticky notes that have earned 3s, 3.5s, and 4s on my rubric. I wonder what that was all about. How often are you observed by visitors at your school? How do you feel during observations? Does it bother you if guests ask you questions while you work?

 


Summer

So as I mentioned in an earlier post I am beginning to think about what I want to do with my Summer.  I was hired very close to the first day of school and was automatically placed in the "no paychecks during the Summer" plan so I definitely want to make sure I save as much as possible before school gets out and get a position for the Summer months.  Part of me would love to spend two months planning and making incredible lesson, unit, and long term plans but with the loans that I have that is just not an option right now.  More than that though I am want to have the fire back that led me to do a million different internships and jobs during college.  I want this Summer to be something more than just a retail job or working at a bar.  Ideally I want something that will give me a better sense about education or expose me to something in another field.  I'll let you know when I figure it all out.

 


T-Minus 3 Weeks

So unlike a lot of people I opted to stay in Memphis (my TFA region) for Thanksgiving.  It was way too expensive to fly all the way back to New England for just a few days so we shipped my brother into Memphis for the week and I got to show him around and do my first Thanksgiving as an adult away from home (yikes!).  It was a great time and I definitely enjoyed myself but now I am more anxious than ever to get back home to see the rest of my family. I cannot believe that 1/4 of my 2 years is already up.  I know that a lot has changed since I started in August but I still see many of the same problems in my classroom and in my preparation.  I am hoping that the break will give me a chance to get ahead on my planning but also to rejuvenate myself and get really fired up for the push leading up to the State Testing that often seems to control so much of what goes on in education today.  I cannot believe that when you get right down to it that 2 quarters is really 4 or 5 units.  This time has flown by, I really can't believe that we have come so far, but also that we still have so far to go.  I know that my students can do this, what I need to focus on moving forward is teaching content as effectively as possible while also inspiring my students to realize that they can do this, and so much more. So three weeks to go, three very important weeks.  6th graders are tackling equations before break while my 7th graders are battling slope, functions, and inequalities.  Lets Roll.

 


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