A Year in the Life?

Good Morning BET's!

Yes, it has been almost an entire year since my last post.  For as much as I love writing, you would think this would be a bigger priority for me.  Oh well.  Today is a new day!

As many of you know, last June, I took my first teaching job at the high school level.  I am teaching Business and Computers in the Culver Community School system, in Culver Indiana.  As the year is coming to a close, I thought I could reflect on what I have found and what this journey has done for(to) me.

As we started the year, I was ecstatic about the opportunity to connect with kids and to teach them so much that I had stored up over the years.  I was wide eyed with the possibilities and my imagination ran wild with thoughts of the intellectual exchanges I would be having with the students.  This alone, made sleep almost impossible for the first few weeks.  And then, reality set in.

The students weren't nearly as eager to engage me in intellectual tennis, as much as they were to just figure out why a 50 something would start his teaching career in this small rural Indiana town, and even why a 50 year old would change careers at this advanced age.  So many questions.  I was the new kid again.  The students wanted to figure me out.

As the year progressed, I found that what the students wanted from me more than anything, was the chance to be heard.  The opportunity for them to speak to me as an equal, and not just as a kid in my charge.  For those of you who teach at the high school level, you know what a balancing act this can be.  But, oh, what a magical dance!  I proceeded with two left feet, but have made strides throughout the year.

As November approached, my rallying cry was "Only ______ more days until Thanksgiving, and then just three more weeks!" Enough said.

As we entered the spring semester and the snow days piled up, I saw a side of the students I hadn't yet experienced.  A realization in their minds that makeup days are worse than coming to school on scheduled days.  While I appreciated the decisions made by the administration concerning our safety, snow days became more of a hassle, and no matter what anyone says, they never seemed like a day off.

As we moved into the last nine weeks, I realized that my complaints from first semester had turned from, "How many days until Thanksgiving?!", to "Why do I lose my students so much for testing?!  I need more time with them!"  The need to put more information in these kids brains seemed to be of more importance now than it had been in the past seven months.

And then it really became clear to me.

No matter how much wisdom or intellectual matter I throw their way, the most important part of what I am doing is the part that can't be measured on a standardized test.  The most important part of what we do, is that we are here, every day for the kids.  We are a great constant for them...possibly one of the few consistencies that they have in their day.  I have come to this conclusion:  I have much more to offer these kids, than I have to teach them.

So, year one, almost complete.  The kids are starting to check out as the final three weeks wind down, and I am very very tired.  It's a good kind of tired though.  It's been a good kind of year.

WOW! Has it really been that long?

Hi everybody, and welcome back...or is it you that should welcome me back?  I took a bit of an hiatus to say the least.  Since my time as an elementary school librarian came to a close(December), I have moved on the the wonderful world of text book publishing.  I now spend my days walking the halls of college campuses, trying to find professors that need the text, and the digital solutions, that my company can provide.  Much of my time is spent looking through the windshield of my car if I am being honest.  And even more of it pacing the lonely halls of buildings that were built mostly in the fifties and sixties, looking for the faint light glowing under a heavy oak door.

I do enjoy the position.  I spent the better part of the last two decades working on college campuses, so I feel quite at home.  I think of the campuses much like I think of the elementary school kids I used to work with.  Some are small, some are big, some are fast, some are slow, some are skinny(Budgets) and some not so...but I think I like them all, no matter what type they are.

I am amazed though at the fact that, even on college campuses, there they are...my break even teachers.  At the college level they are a bit harder to spot.  There aren't nearly the amount of hugs on campus with teachers as there are in the elementary school.   With college professors, you see it on the kids faces.  The kid who just got some basic math functions explained to him again, or the kid that just turned in a paper late and was greeted with a "Way to go!", instead of a stern look and a disappointed face.  How about the teacher that dresses in an ape suit on the day of their first exam to break the tension.  Or the teacher that never shuts his door and sits in his office in his bare feet while students work on their homework.

They are out there, friends, I've seen them!  And I hope to report back with many more amazing incidents in the near future.  Until next time, let me know what's going on in your world so I can keep my six readers in the know.