Nothing Ever Changes...
Nothing ever changes...
Bureaucracy is a tumor on society’s ass that will never go away…
Government…fueled by greed and money…one of the worst necessary evils…
All I wanted from Biden was student loan forgiveness for my admittedly incomplete education. Did I get my diploma? Yes.
Did I graduate feeling confident and ready? No.
My student teaching was interrupted by Corona.
This may not seem like such a big thing to you…
But when you have anxiety and are faced with a new experience, a new challenge, a new career… It is terrifying to feel ill prepared.
Teaching well behaved adults who want to learn English is one thing but teaching children who are a million times more hyper, sociable, and sneaky than you are is an entirely different matter. I am happy to say that I am finally on the right track to becoming a teacher…hopefully a GOOD teacher. But at the same time, I am very disheartened that it took so long and I had to jump through so many rings of fire to do so. You’d think that someone at some point in the educational food chain would know how to organize things better…streamline the process. Make things easier.
No.
First I get told that I need to have three different certifications…
Then I’m told that the school district that just hired me needs me to do yet another background check…
I’m working in the same State! Why do I need to get another background check when I just got one done last month?!
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Chocolate
Chocolate is love.
A filling is optional.
Peanut butter though.
Oh Dear...
“Give me your phone number!”
It does not seem to matter to her that she is six and I am…not.
Yes, I started my teaching journey rather late…
Secretarial work just wasn’t cutting it anymore…
Again, it didn’t matter to her that I am several years older…
I am the ‘fun’ teacher…the ‘nice’ teacher…the ‘pretty’ teacher.
What I lack in classroom management (since this is my first year), I make up for in enthusiasm, kindness, creativity, subject knowledge, and yes…fun.
This was not fun…
I had to leave a note with her ‘every day teacher’ that little girl insisted that I give her my cell phone number.
I did not, for the record…
I am weird and admittedly a little immature, not predatory!
Certification Pending...
This is such a depressing thing to see when you have studied for what essentially amounts to three months straight.
Sadly, I only have myself to blame considering I let my background check slip. Now I have to get in touch with people to have my work email unlocked.
It has been a long and winding road already…
No one at grad school said anything about additional certification…
The program was geared towards preparing student to teach adults, not kids.
Then again, when I asked the ‘teaching career’ guru if I should get certified in general education or special education…she said ‘no’.
Do yourself a favor, if you are going to specialize in ESL, special education, or any other area…go for additional certification in general education. There are more special education jobs than there are ESL (in my State, anyway) and there is WAY more general education jobs than there are both ESL and special education combined.
Get it while you are still in college!
It will open up three times as many doors for you!
Start in general education, get that experience, then work towards the subject or kinds of students you actually want to teach.
Get your foot in the door!
Okay, I am Mad…
As a teacher, my discipline is lacking…
So long as the students respect each other and do their work I’m fine with some of their shenanigans.
But
I
Do
Not
Tolerate
Bullying
Unfortunately, I failed one of my students…figuratively, not literally…
She has an IEP…
She struggles in math…
Theory says that I should pair her with a more capable student…
Theory neglects to say that I should make sure that the ‘capable’ student will HELP her instead of insulting her intelligence to her face.
She has been a no-show at summer school for a full week…
Gee, I wonder why…
The only time this was brought to my attention was when my ‘capable’ student insulted her intelligence in front of the whole class…
She hasn’t been back since, and no, she’s not on vacation.
Now, I am a new teacher so if there’s a ‘sixth sense’ that one develops after years of practice I have yet to develop it.
I am also VERY hard on myself.
I feel as though I have neglected to protect and empower her…
I can only hope that things improve for her as she repeats 3rd grade next year…
I’m so sorry sweetheart…
Late Post...
So sorry…
I missed my post deadline…
I was in a lot of pain yesterday.
Anyway, I really must look up how to run Tumblr automatically.
But for now, I still have a praxis to study for…
And it’s making me so anxious that I am making myself ill…
It always happens…
My stomach is killing me and I can’t eat or drink certain things without making it worse.
Like dairy, anything spicy, caffeine, sugar, citrus, etc.
Half of my normal eating habits are now off limits.
And I get to endure a full week of this since the test is next Saturday…
Joy…
Praxis Haiku
Evil Praxis test
Consuming all of my time
I want to sleep now
Eleventh Classroom...
It’s been a year…
Still AroAce…
Still a teacher…
Still barely sane…
I went from being a ‘traveling ESL teacher’ to a paraprofessional at a Montessori school. I am not impressed. Oh sure, Montessori is a wonderful learning philosophy but it is not for everyone. It is certainly not for a teacher with ADHD that struggles with hyperfocus. The individualized lessons given are often at the cost of classroom management or vice versa.
The parents who send their kids to a Montessori school do so in lieu of seeking out professional help for their unique or troubled child. I have TWELVE out of twenty-six students who are either obviously ADHD or obviously Autistic to some degree. Two have IEPs and the rest are ‘busy kids’ in their parents’ eyes.
This is a challenge that I have no problem with. I LOVE my students.
BUT I am not thrilled with their parents…
‘I want to focus on this pregnancy’…Yeah, but while you’re doing that you could LAY in bed and work with your son on his letter sounds.
‘My parents are in a motel getting their act together’…AKA, drug addicts.
‘My mom says that this rule is dumb’…Sorry, it’s a SCHOOL rule. No sweets.
The only thing worse than the parents is how this school is run…
The double standards and obvious favoritism is what REALLY pisses me off.
I do my job, I get yelled at by THREE different people.
Someone else DOESN’T do their job and they get praised…wonderful.
Oh yeah, and we have FOUR Montessori teachers out of FORTY.
Here we go Again...
Oh no, another
Praxis test to take
I must prove my worth.
Weird Kid...
Strange kid, why like me
I’m a weird, childless spinster
Nobody likes me.
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