Tick…Tick…Tick. I can hear the imaginary clock in my head. The time seems to be moving in slow motion towards the end of the day. Normally, the days seem to blaze by in a blur of exciting activities, silly students, and hands-on learning. Today though, even Dr. Seuss’ birthday, the super awesome 3D social studies map and SOLSC for students can’t make the day go faster. You see, today, my mom is coming to town to visit. I can feel my whole body rebelling against the constructs of time. Make it be 3:00 every cell in my body seems to hum. Mom…mom….mom. Even the imaginary clock seems to know what it’s counting down to.
My mom usually only comes to visit once a year and this is her second trip so, this visit is extra special. We also have tons of exciting plans. We get to go see AWOLNATION tonight at Stubb’s. This will be our third time seeing them together and we both can’t wait. My ears seem to be rebelling against all the non-rocking sounds that my slow-mo day presents. We also get to go make signs at Board and Brush on Saturday. A Christmas present we’ve had to wait over 2 months to enjoy. My hands seem to be frustrated that they aren’t currently pounding away at wood making it weathered and stained. Finally, I get to bring my mom to all kinds of delicious restaurants. Coming from Midland she definitely has a limited selection normally. I plan to bring her to all of my personal favorite places. My stomach is grumbling its complaints that it isn’t currently stuffed with Naan, Hand-pulled noodles, and queso.
The thing I’m probably most excited about though is spending some one-on-one time with my momma. Normally, when I go home for holidays, I have to share her. Share with my brother. Share with her husband. Share with her stepdaughter. Share with her job. But for this whole weekend, I don’t have to share. I get my mom all to myself. I know it’s kinda selfish but I CANNOT wait! My heart seems to be screaming at me “YAY!!! MOM IS COMING. WOOHOO!!! JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER. AHHH!!!” The elation is building in me more and more with each passing second. Mom…Mom…Mom… The imaginary clock has started it’s ticking again. I…Love…Mom.
“We are…” “UNITED!!!!” The screams of almost 200 5th graders, combine to overpower the pounding pop music. The excitement in the air is palpable. And it’s contagious. My attitude about my school’s fundraiser has gone from “yeah I guess I’ll walk a couple of laps” to “Woo Hoo I can’t wait to start running.” It’s important to realize that I am NOT a runner. In fact, I loathe running. So, the fact that I was thinking “Yeah, running seems like fun.” is a testament to how intoxicating enthusiasm is. As we start to speed up from walk to run my smile pulls across my face making my cheeks hurt.
Minutes later, I am remembering why I don’t run. My chest is tight and my ability to breathe is slowly slipping away. “A walking lap won’t hurt.” I think as I start to be slow down. Pulling in deep breaths I continue on the small track. Another lap down. Then the music changes. The first couple notes play and I again feel my excitement building. The students around me are obliviously lapping the crazy teacher. But I just can’t help myself “BYE BYE BYE” I belt along with my childhood heartthrobs NYSNC. I let out a laugh and feel the crazy thought coming back “Running seems like fun.”
Laps continue to get checked off, I get some water and look around to see many of the students have already achieved their goals. Seeing a group of my girls standing around done with their laps I wave them over. “Hey, come walk a couple of laps with me.” They join me and we talk about how fun the Fun Run has been. I’m filled with joy that I’m lucky enough to teach these girls who will walk the track with their teacher. Then again the music changes and I hear the familiar beginnings of Don’t Stop Believing. All my girls and I start singing along and I start to feel my crazy thought build again. Everyone around me is so jubilant that it builds bubbles of joy in my body. When Eye of the Tiger comes on the louder speaker I can’t contain it anymore and I again I find myself running. Letting myself become the tiger. As the song ends, so does the last of my energy. Enthusiasm might be intoxicating but, man do I hate running.
“How long do you normally stay after school?” one of my sweet girls asked me today as we sat in an afterschool tutoring session. I looked at her and had to retain my eye roll. “Oh, it depends on the day,” I respond in a generic way. Students usually have 2 visions of their teachers, either they are young, married and have little kids to go home to or they are old and live at the school. But, I don’t fit into either of those categories. I’m young. I’m not married yet, and I have 25 students who get all of my love so I don’t have or want kids.
I don’t tell her that I stay at school late, that I don’t have anything to rush home to and that I actually prefer work because I know I can be productive here. I could go out, I could leave school right at the end of the day and fit all of my work into the 45 minutes of planning I get each day. But I don’t. It would mean doing significantly less work for my students. And that is something I will not sacrifice.
As a student teacher, I was always warned, don’t burn yourself out in the first couple of years. Make sure to make time for a personal life. Leave early at least once a week. But, burnout isn’t a fear I have. I can’t imagine burning out on something I love as much as teaching. You could put me in an arena with my job on one side and my social life on the other where you could only save one thing and I would pick my job. Every. Time. Because to me, it not working it’s doing what I love to do. It’s giving to people I care deeply about. It’s fulfilling my purpose. I guess what they say is true: “Do something you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” And besides, my social life isn’t that exciting anyway.
As I’ve grown up, schools have become more and more focused on standardized testing. As a child, I put up with these tests because that was just the way it was. I was taught that each year I would be tested. Some imaginary greater-being need to know if I had learned for the year. I didn’t understand it but I didn’t argue. Luckily, I have always been a strong test taker. I don’t get panicky. I trust my gut. I do well. It’s a simple and mind-numbingly boring process.The thing is the standardized tests weren’t even necessarily checking to see if I learned, they were the check to see if my teacher had done their job. But these tests have never shown the really important things. This one test didn’t show the amazing things my teachers did for me as I was growing up.
- They didn’t show how my 2/3rd-grade teacher taught me how to be a leader in group projects and speak up for what I thought was a good idea.
- They didn’t show how my 4th-grade teacher built my confidence as a learner and showed me that I was actually smart.
- They didn’t show how my 6th-grade teachers helped me over come moving across the country and leaving all my friends by sending me packages from my old class.
- They didn’t show how my 7-th grade science teacher helped me as I battled depression and actually cared about if I was mentally healthy.
- They didn’t show how my Algebra 2 teacher knew I wanted to be a teacher and when I was his teacher’s aid, let me teach the class some basic concepts I’d already learned to try something I was passionate about.
That’s the thing about standardized tests they don’t show the whole picture. It’s like one of the pictures that are so zoomed in you can no longer tell what you are looking at.
As a teacher, it isn’t the teachers who were focused on having good test scores that I remember and want to be like. In fact, it’s the opposite. It’s those teachers who cared about me as a person more than if they had good test scores that I try to be like. If any of my students think back on me as a teacher someday and think about the things the test didn’t show, that is how I will know I have been a successful teacher.
Today bright and early at 7:30 am I opened my room to 25 familiar faces excited to see their friends after having 2 weeks of winter break. I greeted them at the door and was reminded why I became a teacher. Each smiling face, hug, and high five revitalized me. I became a teacher for a simple reason; I love interacting with kids every day. The way they approach tasks, the risks they are willing to take help me to set goals in my own life. Kids aren’t afraid to try new things because they haven’t yet been taught that they could fail. I think their energy rubs off on me and motivates me to try something new. I need to learn and try new things so that my students will see that they have no reason to be afraid. That they never need to stop taking risks. That failure is not an option.
My newest risk has been trying to incorporate the LAUNCH cycle into my classroom. I started with the MARS Challenge. It went well but was a bit rushed and not as planned as I would have liked. The important thing was that I saw how passionate my students were to participate. Students who usually don’t want to try were bringing new and creative ideas to the table. They were taking risks. So, with my neighbor teacher, (Shout Out to Donna who is also blogging, check her out -> Teaching and Learning) I am taking a risk too. In the midst of BAS testing, STAAR prep and teaching all of our content, we are trying our 2nd Launch project of the year. Fingers crossed it goes even better than the first one and that my students continue to work passionately. Because, when they are passionate, I learn important lessons from them. From my students I’ve realized sometimes, risks are worth it and that if you keep trying, failure is not an option.
Today was the 1st day back for the semester. No students just all of the teacher’s gathered for a half-day of training. I love training days. These are the days where I get my inspiration. What new thing will I learn? What will be the new thing I try to excel in? Today, like always, left me pumped up and ready to try out some new things in my room. This week I am going to work on implementing Google Form Quizzes in my room. I am hoping this will help me to get quick formative assessment data while incorporating technology.
This week I am going to work on implementing Google Form Quizzes in my room. I am hoping this will help me to get quick formative assessment data while incorporating technology. I could see these quizzes being useful across the board so hopefully, it will be as successful as I think it will.
What was one thing you learned about today that you can’t wait to try out in your room? Leave a comment so I can see what everyone else is excited about learning.