I actually had to get out a pen and subtract, the year I started, the year it is, to make sure it has actually been that many years…First thought, I’ve always hated subtraction with a zero in it. Second thought…REALLY? It feels like a nanosecond, my career. It is time to look behind me a minute to see how I have arrived here, 4 months away from leaving the day-to-day classroom work that has literally filled almost every crevice of my brain for the last thirty-eight years.
I finished college in three short years, where I learned that I loved to learn and that research and writing was something that I actually enjoyed. I started when I was only a 20-year-old with a class that was only eight years younger than I was. They quickly noticed that. I did not work with a team of teachers that even liked each other in a giant room called an ‘open space’. The library was in the middle of this room.
My friend the librarian came up to me one day and secretly told me that the principal was taping me every day, to see if my classroom’s noise level was under control. Guess what, it wasn’t! But every time he put the tape on, she gave the signal and I would try my hardest to rein in their voices. I felt like I was living in Watergate (some of you don’t even know about the Nixon years). In those days teacher wisdom, or best practice was not to ‘smile until Christmas’. That must have been where I went wrong because I remember literally crying in front of my entire class teaching a math lesson before Easter. However, if you can believe this, math became one of my favorite subjects to teach because, I totally understood those who didn’t get how to subtract with zeros.
Somehow, I made it through that year only with the help of my mom who still gave me hugs, fed me, tucked me in at night and a husband to be that planned our entire wedding without me. It is interesting that fact has never changed about us…Dave still plans everything; because I’m still planning for school or finding a new book or writing the next post or planning for school or the next inservice or the next university class. God Bless my mom, God Bless my Dave.
This is just my first installment…my second… How I Survived and Stayed.
PS Today we were off to pick the granite for our new kitchen. I got the exact kitchen I wanted if I agreed to the remodel and learning how to cook 🙂 Dave was driving and I was going on and on about just why I wasn’t so satisfied my part of the Friday inservice…and how I just don’t exactly feel ready to be done with all this. We were out-of-town and close to the school that I got started in. I begged him to drive by it, just so I could look. Dave said, “Maybe…if you promise not to keep talking about school the rest of the weekend.” “I will try, I muttered.”
PSS We picked our slabs of UBBA TUBA granite. I just love the sound of those words! I got my wish. Today I will try my hardest to keep my side of the bargain.