My bloggery has been
sorely neglected this past month, and I do apologize. It's not that the PCs (precious children)
have not been saying funny things or that I've run away and become a lion
tamer, it's just that I haven't been writing much in the last few weeks. Last night I posted a small adventure in
Pinterest testing, but I have a hunch you really read this blog to hear about
my 22 children and other outlandish scrapes and escapades… not how to take a
layer of dirt off your face.
If you ask me how
teaching is going, I'll say this: "Oh, so great. It's the hardest thing I've ever done, but
it's great." I know I'll say this
because people keep asking, and that's what keeps popping out of my mouth. I won't talk too much about the depths of
difficulty, but you can read about that here, if you really want to.
I have successfully
survived being a teacher for 1 semester and 1 week. YAY.
What's more, my 22 PCs have survived my tutelage for that long. You might shrug that off and say that I'm
made to be a teacher and of course they survived. Why should I be surprised that they're all
still there?
Confession #63: Buoyant, chipper, optimistic Little Miss
Sunshine often finds herself riddled with self-doubt.
The task seems a
mountainous one, nearly insurmountable.
Educate these children. Take them
as they are, broken and wacky or sometimes sad family lives, unique talents,
quirky as a chameleon, and teach them how to multiply, write a persuasive
essay, what the Judicial Branch does, and what it means to live with
integrity. Make sure you're treating
them fairly, but not equally, as each one needs something different. Make sure you're pushing them hard, but don't
wear them out. Bring the low ones up to
grade level, but challenge the advanced ones so they don't get bored.
Make your teaching
active, hands on, interdisciplinary, connected to real life. Give them practice working solo and in groups
because they'll need that when they go out into the real world. Teach them how to read a science text, but
also how to identify the rise and fall of plot as their favorite fictional
characters live out their dreams. Love
them. Be firm. Be creative.
Be punctual. Be organized. Be intuitive.
Be professional. Be
personal. Be sympathetic, but don't let
them walk on you.
And I chose
this. It's my dream job. Who am I to admit that "living the
dream" scares the socks off of me and makes me want to stay under the
covers some mornings. Who am I to
complain that something I chose is really hard.
Inadequacy follows
me like a shadow. When friends reassure
me that I'm a good teacher, all I can think of is how I could have taught
number lines with leap frog instead of just using white board games. When people say I'm a natural, all I can
think of is how I forgot to write the parent newsletter last week. I discount their praise because I know they
don't know the full story. I know how I
failed today and yesterday and the day before that.
Is that fair? Is it fair to set myself up as a goddess,
knowing better than the wisest people in my life? To discount their encouragement because I
don't think it's warranted? Hold the
phone. Is all this fear stuff really
just a bunch of pride and faithlessness?
What I'm
thinking: I can't do this.
What I'm really
thinking: God will not actually keep His
promise to sustain me in what He's called me to do.
What I'm
thinking: This is too hard!
What I'm really
thinking: I don't really trust God to
give me the strength to survive difficult circumstances.
What I'm
thinking: I suck at teaching.
What I'm really
thinking: I have unrealistic
expectations for a first year teacher, and I'm ignoring the encouragement of my
coworkers, principal, family and friends.
When you put it like
that, the mask of inadequacy comes off and just looks like pride. Maybe my job isn't that huge, or hard, or insurmountable. After all, I serve a God who calls the stars by name.
Overcome by grace,
again,
Little Miss Sunshine
Hello, friend! I totally understand and can relate 100% to everything you wrote. I constantly feel this way, but teaching has made my relationship with Him grow tremendously. I have to constantly rely on Him to get me through. Teaching is the hardest/greatest thing ever! I am praying for you, Casie!!
ReplyDeleteHi Casie, praying for you as well. Those kids are so fortunate to have you as their teacher.
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