My beginning of the year looks a little different from all the other teachers at my school. The last ten years I’ve start out by assessing our kinders in Letter Identification, and then move to helping assess the new students to the school…I’ve had two full day meetings with the other specialists in the district, planning for writing rubric training…the list goes on and on just like everyone else. We are never done, the list keeps rolling.
This year in our district it feels like an uphill battle, especially in our lower primary. Class sizes in first grade have moved up to 34; we need 35, in each class, to open another section. We are working without a contract…and class size is the most important item ‘on the table’. I feel like there are audible sighs of weariness echoing through our school building after only one week. My plans for ‘wagging more and barking less’ seem almost like a broken promise that I’ve tried to make to myself and my friends.
On Thursday afternoon I heard yet another preschooler sadly sobbing in the hallway. Suddenly, I heard this sweet voice of a kindergartener that I had just finished testing.
“I know it’s hard; try to be brave ! “he said to the very upset preschool child.
“Did I just hear that, or did I imagine it?” I thought.
Out of the mouth of a little boy who had just been at our school for only one week.
The preschooler stopped crying and I started.
Sage advice that I think all of us need to move into our hearts.
“I know it’s hard; try to be brave ! ““I know it’s hard; try to be brave ! ““I know it’s hard; try to be brave ! “