ode to my first year of teaching
Jun. 26th, 2009 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
As much as I resent how Chicago has treated us this year, as much as I resent what working in that environment has done to my hope and idealism and mood in general, as happy as I am that it is FINALLY summer vacation, it still hurts me so much to think of not working there next year. Say what you will about the school, we had a good thing going. Teaching city kids, damaged by Katrina and chronic undereducation the depths of which I could not imagine until I had to confront it daily, is challenging work, but it's also what I signed up for when I chose to become a teacher in New Orleans public schools. I love those kids. As a team of teachers we had so much energy, so much dedication, so much support for each other. I doubt I'll find that wherever I'm teaching next year. What we had was special, and I hate, truly hate, that Chicago had to screw that up and then they still have the nerve to get up at 8th grade graduation and pat themselves on the back for helping these poor backwards Southerners, these poor Katrina victims who can't help themselves and must need Chicago to rescue them. The level of paternalism, the level of condescension they showed all of us continues to anger and frustrate me. They had no right to treat us like that.
New Orleans has enough problems of its own without Chicago importing its own.
It wasn't until the last few weeks, since my sister and neice came to visit, that New Orleans really became home for me. I have a stake in her future. I am no longer the wide-eyed idealist I was when I first moved here. I've learned a few things about myself. I've learned I'm stronger than I thought and that it's okay to ask for help. I've learned that teachers often learn more from their students than they teach them. I know that whatever doesn't kill you does make you stronger. I have no idea how I survived this school year intact, but here I am and in 3 days I'm out of here 'til the end of July. Maryland to New Brunswick to Maryland to Michigan then back to New Orleans.
I'm rambling now and Lakeview Brew actually closed 20 minutes ago. Suffice it to say that I wouldn't give up this school year for anything but I wouldn't want to go through that again either. We survived. 'Nuff said.
New Orleans has enough problems of its own without Chicago importing its own.
It wasn't until the last few weeks, since my sister and neice came to visit, that New Orleans really became home for me. I have a stake in her future. I am no longer the wide-eyed idealist I was when I first moved here. I've learned a few things about myself. I've learned I'm stronger than I thought and that it's okay to ask for help. I've learned that teachers often learn more from their students than they teach them. I know that whatever doesn't kill you does make you stronger. I have no idea how I survived this school year intact, but here I am and in 3 days I'm out of here 'til the end of July. Maryland to New Brunswick to Maryland to Michigan then back to New Orleans.
I'm rambling now and Lakeview Brew actually closed 20 minutes ago. Suffice it to say that I wouldn't give up this school year for anything but I wouldn't want to go through that again either. We survived. 'Nuff said.
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Date: 2009-06-27 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 02:53 am (UTC)I'm sure you know this, but that particular sort of attitude is not even remotely isolated to your own school or even "education" in particular in New Orleans... ugh. :/
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Date: 2009-06-27 08:04 pm (UTC)I had to console myself many times this year with the knowledge that no matter how many mistakes I made as a new teacher I couldn't possibly mess up these kids' education any more than it already had been. Amongst my special ed. students was a 5th grader who wasn't identified for special ed. until December 2005 and who still can't read, can't spell want or with or could or write a complete sentence on his own and a 14 year old 6th grader with a learning disability who reads at a 2nd grade level and a 5th grader who missed at least 60 days this school year to get her hair done and because the bus didn't pick her up directly in front of her house. It breaks my heart the way these kids have been left behind.
*end essay*
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Date: 2009-06-27 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Back to your subtraction observation, I had a student who would complete a subtraction problem like this:
47
-19
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32
4-1 is 3 and 9-7 is 2, right? They had no concept of how to check their work, no concept of the meaning of subtraction. I spent an inordinate amount of time this year trying to teach kids that math is more than numbers on a page, that math has real world applications. I hope some of it stuck.
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Date: 2009-06-27 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 09:22 pm (UTC)Same for reading. I loved to get inside their heads and I told them as much. I loved to figure out why they mispronounced words, misinterpreted a passage, spelled a word incorrectly. I loved to teach them that they were not "mistakers," they were kids who made mistakes sometimes like we all do but the important thing was not to get hung up on that mistake.
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Date: 2009-06-27 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-27 12:28 pm (UTC)accomplished this past year. Don't
imagine you are taking the easy way
out. Your new position will have
different, not necessarily simpler
or less challenging hurdles. I'm sure
you will make the most of them.
ps The shoes are great. Lost 13 lbs in the
last month. Call me during one of your
MD visits and we'll go for a jog.
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Date: 2009-06-27 09:26 pm (UTC)*tiny voice*
Marathoner452 hasn't run in almost 3 months, unless you call chasing kids on the playground running.
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Date: 2009-06-28 03:16 am (UTC)Up for a conversation pace?
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Date: 2009-06-27 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-28 04:31 am (UTC)