I never wanted to be a teacher. I think you have to have a calling to be a teacher. Its not something you do on a whim I never wanted to be a teacher but if I did I was thinking I should be a Special Ed teacher then the kids wouldn’t know or realize what a dufus I am, you know what I mean. I have no confidence in being a teacher. What the hell could I teach you? See, teacher can’t talk like that. I’d have to watch my language. With me “shit” just comes out. LOL
We’ve all have had good teachers and bad teachers. We all have had that one memorable teacher who encouraged us to be the best at what we know. My memorable teacher was Mrs. Bowman, I think it was freshman or sophomore year ins high school. She must have been 80’s or I thought she was way up there. But she was kine and soft spoken and treated even us “goofy” ones like we belonged. Whatever that means. She talked and really did teach us because we listened, we paid attention and we learned. Mrs. Bowman was the one person who told me early on that I could write. I thought she said that to all the students. But for some reason I believed her and I’ve always written. Just cause, that’s how I do. Free therapy for me. LOL
Fast FWD – well it would be backwards now; but in the day Y2K I was hard up for a job. I interviewed for an administrative assistant position. Which is my trade, I’m a paper pusher kind of person. I interviewed at a school district and in that process the Superintendent asked me, “Can you teach English?” I said, “I’m not a certified teacher.” Although I did have an emergency substitute teachers certificate because I did do one day here, two days there sporadically. Not enough money to go WalMart though.
Anyways, Superintendent said “That was not my question, can you teach English.” Hard up for a job me said “If you trust me with your kids, I will do the best I can.” And I got the job and the teacher who was suppose to teach me to be his replacement bailed! They said I would shadow him for two weeks, he had the lesson plans all done for the year blah blah blah. Lies!
Two days OJT – on the job training – how to teach 10th graders. Just do this, that and whatever? Mr. Teacher took off and never came back. I was there winging it like I knew what the hell I was suppose to do. Well I did know, my way. LOL I was to teach these kids how to write and life skills, fill out forms and shit. They could say shit and I couldn’t, that is not fair, that’s why I’m not a teacher.
To learn to write, you must write. That’s just common sense. So children bust out your journals, everyday we write. Write something. “I dunno what to write!” Write about how much you hate school, how much you hate this class, write about what you know. Write about why you chose the clothes you are wearing. Write something. Three paragraphs! Just frkng write! 🙂
For filling out forms, I got a bunch of applications from different places and made them fill it out. I know they’re kids but if there is one thing I taught them its that: NEVER PUT I DON’T KNOW on an application. Write what you know, remember?! If you don’t know, find out. And if you really really don’t know and it don’t matter, put NOT APPLICABLE. N/A not I don’t know! I like to think those kids remembered that.
Having not ever wanting to be a teacher to being a teacher for one semester was hardest most thankless most rewarding job I ever had. Don’t think I’d do it again cause I know how not so TEACHER I was. But the kids thought I was cool. LOL Only because I treated them no different than I treated my own kids with the exception of I could not whoop these kids like I would my own. I told them that, hell some of them had never been whooped and the others have been abused.
At the end of the week I was told I was suppose hand in my “Lesson Plan.” Me – have a plan, I thought the lessons plans were done, oh yeah liar, liar, pants on fire. I had to whip up lesson plans. On a side note I’m married to a Principal from another district. Principal started out as a teacher; so I had my own consultant at home. He advised me: “What you write in your lesson plan and what you do each day/week are two different things. Just write something.” Ooooh kind of like to learn to write, you gotta write. So to be a teacher you just gotta write like you think you are a teacher. Duh? I knew that. LOL
So I turn in my “lesson plans” – DENIED – “What are your objectives?”
I ask my ‘consultant Principal’ “I have objectives?” He says: ‘Yes, just write down what they are suppose to learn that week. What you write and what they learn may or may not happen.” Right? Just write……
Staff Meetings. I hated staff meetings. There’s always that one or two people who go on and on about something like its there therapy session and like we all care. We just want to go home, not listen to your dang concerns. That why the kids don’t like you, listen to yourself. LOL That’s how I felt in “staff meetings” sometimes they were worst then the kids.
Being a teacher is hard work. It takes a lof of energy. There’s this responsibility that I felt I could not meet. It was cool that there was kids who learned and they get it. Then there’s the ones who did not even try and I could see that that would be how there life would go. No where. So in that sense it was sad and I take it personally that they did not learn something.
I am grateful for the experience but I couldn’t do it on a full time basis. I don’t have THAT calling and I’m okay with that. I have my 3 I am responsible for; they are grown now, productive citizens. My kids are not addicts, alcoholics or in jail. I am grateful for that. My son says “Geez Mom thats’s how you judge us we are not addicts, alcoholics or incarcerated?”
Yes, you know how much less drama that is in life. If y’all were any of that I would feel like a failure. Seriously.
We are all teachers in one way or another!
Be Blessed (\O/)