It's back to school time, and I'm going to be a cluster teacher (one subject traveling to classrooms instead of having my own class) for the first time in four years. The last time was my very first year of teaching, and now I'm entering year five. When I finish this year, I'll have outlasted at least 50% of my peers in this career, though I strongly suspect that the current statistic is higher. This doesn't mean that I qualify as a "veteran" teacher or that I have all the answers. I'm still nervous going in to work today and will likely be even more nervous meeting my new classes tomorrow! Still, it's important to look back from time to time and see how far I've come in the past few years. I found something I wrote after my very first week of teaching and I thought I'd share it here. It's hastily written, but I was inspired by it and I hope others will be as well.
So, I've officially made it through my first week as a teacher! I'm not sure how to describe it because I could go on for pages and pages and still wouldn't be able to paint a complete or accurate picture of what it's really like. I will say that it's been insanity, but in a mostly good way. I knew I was going to have to do more work than I've ever done in my life, but I've been managing to do it and to get almost enough sleep, but I wasn't really prepared for what it would actually be like. I wake up and everything is a blur and I'm just running and running everywhere and everything is so fast and I run to my classes and I run to the cafeteria to pick up my next class and I'm still a minute late and I run to my room to print out worksheets for my next lesson and I run to the grocery store to get something that I can cook before it closes and I run to this or that bar with this or that teacher because teachers work hard but they party hard too and the only thing I haven't done is had time to sit down and breathe and reflect. Because in those rare moments that I do, like between putting my head down on the pillow and falling quickly asleep, or on the subway ride home, those are the most wonderful moments because I remember the look of concentration and pride on Winston's face while writing the sentence "My favorite color is blue" or how Daniel put his arm around me and said I was going to be his "teacher-friend" or how, in a moment of stress, David took my hand and said "Miss French! Miss French!" and I said "Yes David?" and he said "Smile!" and flashed me the most adorable smile I've ever seen. So it's been good. I still can't believe that I'm a real teacher and that I'm a full-fledged adult I guess, it's crazy that this is my life and I know I could do better, sometimes I don't know if I'm doing a good job, but the important thing is that I'm doing it, I'm in there now and there's no going back.
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