Nine weeks…
It has been nine weeks since I
first heard a 9-10 year old say, “Miss Martin!”
I really can’t quite believe that it has been that long. As I sat at my desk this afternoon, entering
grades for my students’ report cards, I couldn’t help but become a little
nostalgic. How quickly I have become the
career women. It nine short weeks I have
gone from not knowing there was a 6am to being on the road at 6 am. I go to bed before 10 (usually by 9:30) and
have learned to live on a budget. My
days are no longer filled with hypothetical students and classrooms but with 19
living and breathing children that depend on me for structure, love, knowledge
and acceptance. They love me and then
hate me, but like every fairytale, leave loving me every afternoon at 3.
I have gone from doing homework to figuring out the best way
to convince my students to do the homework I assigned. I have gone from dreaming about my first
classroom to dreaming about my first week long break. I now buy books for my kids, not for me. I don’t have to work on the weekends
anymore, but I do…spending hours looking over lesson plans and wondering what
the best way to teach the lesson will be.
I read on the latest trends of teaching, feeling that I didn’t absorb
enough in college.
I feel that I am just surviving, always striving to do
something, one thing better the next day.
How can I get the child who has no friends to interact with another
student? How can I get through to the
student who really doesn’t want anything to do with me? How do I work with the student that feels
that they are above the rules, and therefore in no need of me? What
can I do to work with the student struggling in math?
I don’t want to be the complacent teacher, content with a mediocre
class. I want to be the teacher that
strives for her students to have every opportunity to achieve success and reach
it on their own means, not handed to them.
I want to be the teacher that lets her students know how much she cares
for them by guiding them towards the things and people that will help them
succeed. I want to be the teacher that
they want to come see in 3 years when their sister or brother is in the
room. I want to be the teacher that doesn’t
give up until every possible way of helping a child is exhausted.
Nine weeks… 27 to go