You love hearing your kids quote Gucci Mane "all white bricks" as they enter class each day.
First semester has been a good one overall. I have learned what I have to do to make myself happy, while keeping the administration happy. This is usually not very hard as it amounts to assuring, not that my class is calm and learning, but only that my class is not contributing to the chaos in the hallway. This is somewhat disappointing to me, but I am not in the position to change the expectations of the school. Therefore, it is up to me to make sure my kids are disciplined, show respect, and learn everyday. In the end these are things that should be expected of every teacher, but coming into teaching I never considered how important administrative support would be. At the start of your teaching career the administration might be the single most important factor in determining your success. Eventually you learn to control your classroom without this support, but it can make your life infinitely easier.
My only concern with my first semester is my energy level. I routinely wake up tired and after a day of teaching, coaching and then tutoring it is easy to see why. This is not to upsetting to me because I enjoy having things to do, but sometimes I feel as if I am on cruise control and not as effective as I could be. I guess this is to be expected in the life of a first year teacher.
The good things in school truly keep me excited and going every day. Chris “Newby” Franklin, Alonzo Howlett, and Keithtavius Johnson coming into my classroom almost every class period begging me to let them stay in my class. All my smart boys and girls who complete their work without being asked twice and even seem genuinely interested in it. All my not as smart kids who might need to be asked twice, but still put in their full effort, answer questions, and tell the kids who talk to much to shut up. My hilarious kids who are usually talking about something they should not be, but always make me laugh at least once a class. Randy W. who eats six jolly ranchers at lunch then stares into space all class and swears he only likes fat girls.
I have learned to appreciate successes that coming in I would probably have just taken as an expectation. That being said I present the.....
Coach Hodo is undoubtedly the best friend I have at Murrah ( of course not counting the one and only Mr. Morrissey). Hodo teaches World Geography next to me, is 25 years old, and was born in Indianola. Hodo played football and baseball at Delta state were the black population is about 8%.
Soccer cuts were on friday. I was not quite sure how the girls would take it so I just treated it as I would if they were a boys team (as I have been for the most part all along). Ex. girls routinely fall, because it is a contact sport, and I keep playing. I then get yelled at by the rest of the team for not being concerned about the injured girl. Oh well.
While my class sizes have dropped since the beginning of the year. My load remains large (172....down from 200ish) and classroom management is still a problem. The main problem I have (other then the occasional chaotic class) is holding every student accountable (as well as awake) in a class of 30.
My perspective on teaching is one of love. Loving my kids. Loving what I teach about. Loving my administrators*.
I honestly do not think I learned much from the Ruby Payne book. What was informative was the section on how to speak to kids in a tone, which empowers them to make responsible decisions. I do think that this strategy works better then an over authoritarian discipline of kids.
As far as poverty goes Jackson has it. This does not always show up at school when kids tend to be dressed in their best. Although it is ever present in the lunch room where 97% of the kids receive free or reduced lunch.
Then there are the days when Jackson appears to be a third world country. I experienced this last Wednesday when I went to tutor at a local church. A good amount of my kids were there and we ate, learned and played basketball. I was completely in my element and had a great time.
But their gym was probably in the worst condition of any gym I have played in. Tiles were coming off of the floor almost everywhere. The middle of the court was raised 4 inches from the other side and we had two balls for twenty-five kids. Still, these kids had a blast.
I became a teacher because I enjoy helping kids, encouraging them to be better people, and achieve their goals. I also enjoy dispelling myths, discriminatory ideas, and just plain crazy thoughts ninth graders have in their heads.