A teacher’s life is a bit of a mess I’m afraid. New friendships forming, old friends
leaving. It can be an emotional
roller coaster. At least that’s
the way it is for me. And I
wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have taught next to and near teachers who count down the
days until summer, wishing their lives away along with the potential for being
best friends with students.
Teachers I have known in the past have shown me exactly who I do not want to be as a professional – or
as a human.
One was many years ago. My neighbor in a very large public school with 7 second
grades. She was a nice
person. The wife of a preacher. She never had a good word to say
about her students. They were her
enemy. They made life hard. She
hated coming in to work each day and after the first she would say, “Only 179 days
to go!” This counting down was her
mantra. “Only 157 to go… Only 132 to go…” It was funny.
Only it wasn’t.
Teaching for her was an endless process of wishing she wasn’t
teaching; wishing she was doing something else. Her kids hid her keys
from her. Her kids were never
quiet. Her kids were
failures. When she retired, it was
the happiest day of her life.
The other is a teacher I know now – although I hasten to add
that she is not on my staff. I
play and sing with her at my church sometimes. She teaches Kindergarten. She literally prays for the end of the year to come more
quickly. She also counts the days
down and is always asking for a HALLELUIA as the year draws to a close. She regularly recounts stories of her
students spitting on her, cussing her out, assaulting her. Kindergarten. While she claims to love teaching young children, I doubt
she fools anyone. Being that we are two teachers from the
same district you might think that we have a lot in common, that we might be
able to talk shop some. Nope. We don’t come from the same shop.
Friday was our last day together. In my school we loop with the children. I teach second grade, then third. That’s 360 school days. That’s over
2,500 hours, 150,000 minutes. It’s a long time in a critically
important time of young children’s lives. Everyone grows and changes so much. And I get to be right in the middle of it, I get to bear witness. And it is an honor and a privilege. We get to know each other really well. We become best friends. So, yeah, I’m kind of sad right now. But that really is a teacher’s
life.
Even writing my last letter to parents was emotional. Because most of us get to know each
other pretty well too. After all,
we share responsibility for their precious children for two years. Below are some excerpts from my last curriculum report /
newsletter. Some of it is insider
language – but you'll get the gist…
“Ends are not bad things, they just mean
that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't
really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way.” ― C. JoyBell C. 6/4/16
Dear Friends,
It
is a bittersweet moment for teachers to say good-bye to their children. And for
us at CFI, it may be especially so since we are together for two years. It
seems even more emotional this year since I am getting older and probably only
have a couple years left teaching. It is also hard because I am just an old
softy and I fell for your children.
Oh, we’ll be together again; I’ll make sure of that. We’ll sing songs
together. We’ll share projects. But it won’t be the same. They know it. And I
know it. But it has been a wonderful ride.
Perhaps
because I am older, and that each year is only a tiny fraction of my lived
life, but it seems like only a little while ago when your children were walking
into the classroom for the first time. They were looking around full of
curiosity and wonder. And perhaps they were a little scared (there are a lot of
animal skulls in there!). Most of the kids were used to their
Kindergarten/first grade teacher. And here was this old-ish man. They didn’t
know if they could trust me. I’m sure they asked themselves… Who is this guy?
Will this be fun? Will I learn a lot? Will he be mean? Will I be allowed to talk
and be myself? Will it be hard? Does he yell? Will we all be friends?
The
truth is, after all of my years as a teacher, I was a little scared as well. At
the beginning of the loop I miss my old friends who have moved on to grade 4. I
am also wondering… Who are these guys? Will this be fun? Will I learn a lot?
Will they be mean? Will I be allowed to talk? Will this be hard? Do they yell?
Will we all be friends?
While
every day in the life of a student (and a teacher) isn’t pure joy, we had a
tremendously successful time together. We covered a lot of curriculum but, more
importantly, we uncovered a lot of essential learning. Together we dug in dirt, watched black
swallowtail butterflies emerge from chrysalises, assembled skeletons, and built
tall structures from toothpicks. We learned cursive, we wrote beautiful songs
and sang our hearts out. We got to know our 4th grade pen pals
through letter writing. We learned about hunger and homelessness and together
we made a difference. We shared
awesome books (Fig Pudding, Marshfield Dreams, Charlotte’s Web, Shiloh, Shiloh
Season, Saving Shiloh, The Music of Dolphins, a lengthy set of books about
hunger and homelessness, a set of books by Patricia Polacco, Holes, biographies
of Martin Luther King Jr. and Helen Keller, The One and Only Ivan, The Watsons
Go To Birmingham, 1963, The Indian in the Cupboard, The Return of the Indian, and
Number the Stars).
We
all outgrew ourselves as writers with our own memoirs, our non-fiction animal
pieces, biographies, conflict and resolution pieces, poetry and “This I
Believe” essays.
We
had interesting visitors concerning hunger and homelessness, and geology. We
were glued to the news and the polls as the primary election process whittled
away the field of men and women running for president. What better way could
there be to learn about government than focusing on the amazing process
happening right in front of us?
We
went on some powerful field studies including one to the State House and, of
course, Harvest Hope food bank– where the class worked efficiently to sort and
inspect food. And we sang and sang and sang. Our learning celebrations always
had a song or two to demonstrate what we had been learning and thinking about.
We sang at The Haven Alzheimer’s Care Center before the holidays. We recorded
our CD “Helping the Hungry with Harmony” and managed to sell (or give away)
hundreds of copies (and raised almost $1,200.00). We sang for the Inquiry
Matters conference, our MAT Hooding Ceremony, for Sparkleberry Fair. But mostly
we sang for ourselves. During the final week of school we voted for our
favorite five songs to sing together on that last ½ day. They were precious. We
ended our time together with the very first song we sang when the kids were in
first grade. It was a powerful full circle moment.
These
critical incidents and memories made our year unique. This year was filled with
special learning events from literature studies to expert projects to science
demonstrations to learning about Civil Rights and SC history.
In some ways we were like those caterpillars we fed and observed at the
beginning of our time together. Even though I had a BIG plan for the year, in an inquiry classroom one never knows precisely what to
expect. We all grew and matured and changed and outgrew ourselves. We became
more efficient mathematicians, more effective readers, more curious about the
world, richer singers, more expressive writers, better team members, wiser
teachers, deeper researchers, and more fearless at asking questions. Just like
those black swallowtails last fall, the kids shed their old skins and grew
up. After 36 years teaching young
children, I guess I did too.
EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY in the end. IF IT'S NOT OKAY it's not the end - John Lennon
