Sunday, November 15, 2009

Relief

With the struggles of working in middle school have come a prayer to the universe: "Okay, Universe, I know I'm supposed to learn something from this experience. I know that I need to change my own perspective so that I can find peace. So, dammit, help me find some peace here in a job I don't really enjoy..."

On Thursday, the Universe gave me my answer. The solution to the frustration and disappointment and exhaustion of working in a capacity that made me feel inadequate and unhappy? Don't work there anymore.

Huh, that was simple.

During 4th period prep on Thursday, the one administrator at the school with whom I have no relationship walked in and told me that my last day would be Friday. At first I was shocked and devastated. I've grown attached to many of the students. I've been working really hard to turn around the ones I find difficult and defiant. I've tried to adjust from a high school mentality to a middle school one. His only response to my sobbing questions was that, they'd "decided to go in a different direction" and were "looking for a different fit."

I called Plans, crying (sobbing really), and was met with the baffled but true statement: "But you hate this job." So why was I so upset?

I was hurt. I felt like I must've done something wrong or not done enough somethings right. I felt like this must reflect on my ability as a teacher. I felt like a failure.

But then my afternoon class came in. And they were difficult and unruly, as always. And I started to think, "wow, after tomorrow I don't have to deal with them any more." And my body felt a little lighter. Many months ago I blogged about starting another long-term sub position and the nervousness I felt before I walked into the classroom. Nervousness that immediately gave way to confidence as soon as the students walked in and I realized that I am meant to be a high school teacher. I never got that feeling in this job as an 8th grade teacher. I never felt like I was getting a handle on things. I never felt like it got easier or I got any better at it. I left school every day feelings overwhelmed and exhausted.

Last winter I picked up A Return to Love, a book that sounds like a relationship self-help manual but is really a book that has helped me gain perspective and balance in all part of my life. I read the sections on understanding the self, on choosing love (positivity) instead of fear in life, on fate and on relationships. Every time I read, I felt I was having an epiphany, an awakening, a revelation. But I stopped before the section on work. This experience inspired me to start reading again and this was the first thing I read:
"Success means we go to sleep at night knowing that our talents and abilities were used in a way that served others. We're compensated by ... the magnificent feeling that we did our bit today to save the world... The key to a successful career is realizing that it's not separate from the rest of your life, but is rather an extension of your most basic self."

Exactly! There was only one day during the 6 weeks I spent in this position that I felt successful. (It was the 8th grade field trip and we had left the students with disciplinary issues at home.) Other than that, I knew from the get-go that the career that is an extension of my basic self is teaching high school English. I feel myself in that capacity. I feel excited and invigorated and powerful and magnificent. I feel that I can save the world.

So, after only a day or two of thinking about it, I am relieved to be looking for work again. I am ready to feel successful in a job that is a perfect fit for me.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Plans


Halloween

Happiness

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Balance

As I mentioned in the last post, I've been spending some time teaching middle school. The position is covering a teacher who is out on medical leave and could potentially go on for several months beyond the original October-November dates I was given. This is both good and scary. I find the management issues of middle school exhausting with very little of the reward I get from teaching high school. I'm trying - really, I am - to find the positive side of 8th grade so that I don't let this job suck all the energy, positivity, and joy out of me. Most days I just feel drained and defeated by 3:30 and on a couple of occasions I have had to actively stop myself from crying as soon as the kids left. I am meant to be a teacher. I know that. But middle school teachers are saints and I am definitely not a saint. The goal over the next week is to find balance, to adjust my perspective on the situation so that I can gain whatever professional and personal lessons the universe intends for me in this position. The job has been extended beyond the original 7 weeks - that must mean I haven't learned the lessons I was meant to yet. Okay, Universe, bring it on. I'm ready.

Teaching in general is good, though. I'm teaching Language Arts and History, a first for me. I never knew so much about early American history in my life. It's kind of fun since it's a subject I actually enjoy but never have explored with students before. I'm also getting a more in-depth background of teaching grammar than I've had before. Plus the bright side of teaching middle school? No one ever mistakes me for a student on campus. And the lesson planning is straight forward. And I get to go on a field trip next week. And it's a consistent paycheck. Bright side. Bright side. Bright side.

Everything else in my life seems to be in place and splendid and wonderful. Family is great. I feel healthy. I have great friends and I get to see them regularly. (Or at least some of them.)

And Plans. I have Plans. And Plans makes me feel so calm and positive and optimistic and happy that I can't even explain it. Plans is easy and makes me feel like everything that frustrates me or confuses me or worries me will just work out because that's the way it should be. Plans makes me excited for the future. Plans makes me feel hopeful. I always thought, when I was out there in the world trying to make it happen and trying to force something where there was nothing, that it really shouldn't be so hard. I knew, intuitively deep down, that it was supposed to feel easy (at least at the beginning). And it is. Plans proves that for me. It's just easy. And it has been easy since the beginning. It just works. That's the way it's supposed to be. What else could I ask for?

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Time Change

I've been teaching 8th grade social studies for the past 6 weeks and have realized more than ever before that 13 year-olds have absolutely ZERO sense of time. (Or consequence. But that's another story.) Common questions I've gotten while teaching about the American Revolution:

Me: So you see, these rules in the colony of Massachusetts are still laws in the state of Massachusetts.
Student: Wait! So you mean things that happened, like, a million years ago are still affect us now?!?!?!?!
Me: ::blank stare::... Well... yes, but... this was only, like, 250 years ago.
Student: Isn't that the same thing??

Me: George Washington was only about 30 years old when he took control of the Continental Army -
Student: 30? Isn't that, like, really really old??
Me: ::blank stare:: Nooo.....

Me: So the Americans and British couldn't have battles during the winter because their gunpowder would get wet and so the guns wouldn't fire.
Student: Couldn't they just use bombs?
Other Student: Or missiles?
Yet Another Student: Or tanks?
Me: They didn't have any of those things.
Student: Why? Were they poor?
Me: No, they hadn't been invented yet.
Student: Well, if I were there I would've invented bombs.
Me: ::blank stare::

WOW.