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So… I’m paying for this…I should probably use it!
As of August, 2017, I am teaching Freshman and Junior English at a high school here in Texas. I’m not openly stating the name for privacy reasons. Mine is the only high school in our small, rural district and I consider myself VERY blessed for being a first year, in-the-process-of-being-certified, high school teacher. My largest class has 23 students, my smallest only 8! This is a HUGE difference from my own high school where classes had 32-40 learners and our my graduating class had 450 students. This has been a LONG time coming, but it’s happening and I am thrilled!!
Biggest lesson, so far, is that I must institute and apply firmer class rules IMMEDIATELY at the start of school. I made the mistake of thinking, “This is only the first week of school…there’s time to establish rules, consequences and procedures.” Well, that was certainly the WRONG answer! My freshmen, bless their collective lil hearts, are still young enough to WANT to please. So – I teach four wonderfully receptive freshman classes (one of which must be composed of ALL the class clowns of the county), one moderately coooerative junior class, and THE junior class sprung from the deepest recesses of the lowest pit mentioned by Dante! This last one MAY have been tamed if I had been much more assertive.
The corollary lesson is that the smallest victories are most important. So what if the gang in the class from hell climb the walls (again, I’m working on that)? Jimmy came back to school after going truant and is now turning on assignments – the young man who wanted to physically intimidate me is talking with me and “sometimes” completing assignments. A student found the right word he wanted to use by GOING TO A DICTIONARY!
“Romeo and Juliet” was a successful unit, “The Crucible” tortured me as much as them. This second grading period was much less frantic. So…it all goes on!
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Today I finished my VERY FIRST gig as a substitute teacher and I am rather stunned. Looking WAY back into the dusty and foggy memories of my own time in school, I remember the “open season” sensation that came with discovering an unfamiliar face sitting in the teacher’s chair. I remember how “all bets were off” and the substitute had no idea who I was. I had one or two surprises of “Oh, you’re Ricky…,” though in retrospect those may have been well-played bluffs.
A favorite game of mine, especially in high school, was to bait the sub to talk about whatever headline made it onto the evening news. Some of my classmates waited to see where I would lead the sub, those sitting closest to me had the added pleasure of reading notes I would make “predicting” where I could get the sub to go next. It’s gratifying at any age to be able to manipulate a discussion, but when your confused body is enduring the paroxysms of puberty, then any small success becomes a major triumph, especially when it’s admired by peers.
Based on this data, I entered today’s high school assignment with no small degree of trepidation. I have LONG wanted to teach. I’ve shared that desire so many times with anyone willing to listen or read. Finally, after all the applications, training programs, finger-printings and background checks, here I was…standing at the threshold. What tricks were they going to play? What sort of oddball discussions would I be baited with? How much profanity and what displays of improper behavior would I have to endure? What sort of dime-store-sci-fi-paperback mutant creatures would these high school students be? I remembered the first time I jumped off the high dive board at our local public swimming pool. The feeling today was remarkably similar!
A pleasant, smiling secretary welcomes me when I enter the administrative office. The office is clean and there is no trace of any otherworldly inhabitant. I introduce myself, state my business and she kindly hands me a clipboard with a sign in roster and I return it with my photo identification. She thanks me, checks it against a list on her computer, hands it back and thanks me again. About this time, a well-groomed young man in jeans and t-shirt enters the office and waits patiently. She issues me my “Substitute” badge, introduces the student and asks him to show me where “my room” is.
————————The Twilight Zone theme music begins——————
The young man cheerfully responds that he would be happy to do so, introduces himself and says, “This way, Sir,” as he holds the door open for me. In the hallway, I hear no shouting or ruckus as he leads me to a stairwell. Three soft spoken students ascend before us. Posters on the landings show scenes of foreign lands with dates and times for an upcoming social activity. My escort again welcomes me and indicates a classroom about midway down the second floor corridor. He tells me that the current class will soon be out and happily guides me to where my other two “periods” will be.
We return to the first room, which is a computer course in which students are gathering their belongings in anticipation of the bell signaling the end of the hour. The teacher introduces himself, welcomes me and we chat for a moment. When the bell chimes, the students rise, slide their chairs back into place and exit. There is a normal degree of chatter, but I hear no name calling, no profanity, no disrespectful or unkind comments.
Because the class I was to first meet being on lunch, I had at least 20 minutes to become organized. The 1950s, Ozzie and Harriet world regains color. I find the lesson and in the teacher’s version of the textbook and write my name and the assignment onto the dry erase board. The school bell again chimes. The learners enter singly, en pair or as trios. I hear one or two comments of, “We have a sub?” as I greet the eager pupils. The chime sounds to indicate the beginning of class. All but one or two have already seated themselves and when I begin to introduce myself, they sit. I voice my experience with the subject they are study, remind them that the assignment is on the board and that I will do my best to help them if need be. The students actually begin working on their task.
At one point, it becomes obvious that some are having small difficulties. I address and help as I am able, then a true miracle occurs. A female student explains a remedy to the issue and then proceeds, with little prompting on my part, to help her fellow students. This made the experience truly one of the easiest classes/lectures/presentations I have ever had to give. Not a single student, they were grades nine through twelve, made any disparaging comments to this young lady. In fact, once a few more grasped the concept, they busily helped their classmates. Frankly I had too little to do.
The second hour involved students reviewing terms introduced in a new chapter in their textbooks. The “busy work” left by the regular teacher required them to create sentences using each of these new vocabulary terms. This filled most of the time, but towards the end, each student had turned the assignment in, so there were a few extra moments. I used this time to review what the students actually comprehended about the new terms and their significance. We had a class discussion. In this period, there were several youth who were on the football team and with it being a Friday afternoon, they were excited about the impending game. It was during this hour when I heard the closest thing to profanity. One young man used the name of the Lord in vain. When he saw me look in his direction, his volume dropped and he gave me a rather sheepish look.
Midway through the last hour, I was making notes to the teacher to fill him in on how the day went. During this self-congratulatory meditation, the fire alarm went off. This was not a drill. With a sense of calm urgency that I have seen lacking in many adults in crises, these students rose, and walked towards the doors. I saw no running, heard no shouting or loud noises. The students filed down the stairs and out one of the building exits. With minimum guidance, these young adults went to the designated area. Some confusion occurred about what group or class was supposed to meet where, but this was swiftly sorted out.
This was not a drill. I heard from a teacher that there was a small trash can fire. When the “all clear” was given, all made their way back into the classroom. If there were any stragglers, I have no idea where they were. Between the “designated areas” and the school sits a parking lot which, of course, was filled with vehicles. I observed only one person open a vehicle and place something inside. Since the alarm conveniently occurred in the last few minutes of one class session, students returned to their classrooms, gathered their items and ventured on to their next class.
——————–The Dream, the Nightmare and the Reality——————-
So ended my first day as a substitute teacher. I am so happy that everything went as smoothly as it did. Now, being the worrier that I am (Thanks, mom!), I am left to contemplate whether or not this entire episode will ever happen again. It was an absolutely wonderful day!
Next week, I substitute for an Eighth Grade English class. I have already been in contact with the regular teacher and know what their assignment is. There is a huge difference in the developmental maturity between the students I had today and those I will meet next week. These students are in the same district, but at a different location.
Will the experience match the dreamlike quality of today’s?
Will unexpected creatures rise to exact revenge for enjoying my first day?
Is it unreasonable to expect a livable combination of both?
Guess time will tell. As Scarlett said, “Tomorrow, is another day!”