My AP asked me what the best thing about my first year was in my end of year review. I said something about how I loved teaching writing--that I felt I came up with engaging writing assignments and motivated poor and excellent writers alike. But, I spoke too soon. The two best moments happened on the last day of school.
My biggest goal as a teacher, my "philosophy of teaching" if you will, is to show kids how to learn on their own. I would rather my students feel like they have control over their learning--know what inspires them, how to find information, how to process and develop critical thinking skills--than know my students are able to regurgitate the difference between expository and descriptive writing. On the last day, I received a small clue that maybe I'd had some success.
I assigned a very open-ended project for my ninth grade honors final. I told them that we'd spent all semester learning how to approach different genres of writing, how to make meaning from the text and connections to real life. Most of the time I'd been walking them through the process, and now was their opportunity to read a text, dive in, and "show me what you've got." They were a little nervous. I was a little nervous.
The first couple days of, gasp!, unstructured time didn't go so hot. I watched as several members of the class milled about the room. One kid played the guitar for awhile. Another kid went to sleep. I considered scrapping the project idea, leading discussions for the last few days and giving a nice, easy multiple choice scan-tron final. But, I didn't. Instead, I gave a pep-talk, and they got their act together.
Groups of 3-5 tackled either a theme or a character from the book of their choice and prepared a 10-15 minute presentation for the class. A couple groups made power point presentations, one group led a nifty songwriting activity, one group made an imovie (about naturalism vs. technology!), and one group created an "character experience" by bringing in objects to represent their character and made-up artifacts from the book (and cookies!). Though I was sitting there with a nasty ear infection and no hearing in my left ear, I was beaming. But, wait, that's not the best thing.
During one of the presentations, I had to go to the bathroom. The group had just handed out a survey that the class was to complete and then discuss. I told them that I'd be right back and bolted off to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the closest bathroom is all the way on the other end of the school, so it took me a minute to get back.
God bless that minute, because when I returned and opened my classroom door, I saw the most amazing thing--everyone seated (except for the presenting group), 10 eager hands in the air, listening avidly, avidly I tell you, to the conversation. As I slipped into the back of the room, Holly, one of the presenters, said that she was sorry they didn't wait for me. I sat down in the back and watched as these three girls led a really good discussion about their theme--one of the best we've had all semester. Almost everyone contributed something, and they felt ok to disagree with each other--but only after hearing each other's logic.
I was, like, totally unnecessary.
The other best moment came to me when my 3rd period class let out, and one of my ninth grade girls came came up to me with a little present. I really tried to connect with this girl this semester because she was new to the school and all out of place. Her mom is totally brilliant, and they've lived all over the world. She'd just gotten back from living in London, and she came with all the emotional baggage of her broad cultural experience and her past hyper-progressive education to good old public school in the South.
While adjusting to her new town and school this semester, she read the complete works of Dickens in her spare time. She answers all my many grammar questions. But she laughs when I tell her that she's gonna be an English professor. She plans on being a professional cellist.
She gave me a journal with kitties on it. On the inside, she'd written a note.
For Ms. Hipteacher,
I have genuinely enjoyed being in your class. Out of all my teachers, ever, you are one of the best teachers I've ever had. Your passion for your profession is a great gift. When I first came to _HS, I didn't expect to stay, or even like it. I felt like no one could understand what I've been through (But those thoughts gradually stopped). But now I've learned that some people are worth getting to know, and to let people get to know me. I've finally let my guard down! Anyways, just wanted to let you know how much I loved your class.
I read her note after she left, and I just sat down for a minute. I looked at my classroom--all the desks, the posters I've put up, all the random masks and visuals my students have created--and I realized something.
Even though this is the hardest job I can imagine, even though I've walked around in a state of perpetual exhaustion all year, and even though I used to make more money answering the telephone when I was sixteen, I have the best job ever.
It might not happen every semester, or every year, but it can happen. I can be that teacher--the one that makes a difference.
Hot damn! One year down.
Congratulations on your first year down!
Teachers are the most underpaid, under appreciated people who we put in charge of our children for several hours a day.
A teacher.. a GOOD teacher who actually makes a difference in someone's life is a most wonderful thing.. I still remember the one teacher in my life who made that difference..
I found a plaque once that I gave to her..
perhaps one day someone will give you the same inscription.
"You have touched me...I have grown"
Posted by: elizabeth | 23.05.2005 at 11:55 PM
Hipteacher,
this post brought tears to my eyes. You are such a good teacher and so full of good ideas and good intentions, you thoroughly deserve those two rewarding end-of-year experiences. Remember that for every kid like your gift-giver, there are others with less self-awareness or confidence who were equally touched by you but you may never hear from them, or you might hear from them in 20 years. Have a great summer!
Posted by: Catalin | 24.05.2005 at 07:07 AM
Congrats on being done with your year one! (Unfortunatly, mine still has 5 more weeks to go).
your post reminded me of my favorite teaching quote, "A good teacher makes himself increasingly unnecessary." Congrats on being there!
Posted by: steve | 24.05.2005 at 07:56 AM
Those two events are reminders of why we do what we do. Now print out that post, stick it on your wall, and read it next year when things get hairy again! Good for you . . .
Posted by: Leslie | 24.05.2005 at 11:19 AM
You're right, it is a hard job. Being a parent is probably harder, but being a teacher is often the same as being a parent. Your last days have been amazing ... how cool is it that these are just your FIRST last days? You will have many more such moments. Keep learning. A teacher who makes a difference, is one who never stops learning how to do it better! Refresh over vacation!
Posted by: Barbara | 24.05.2005 at 05:52 PM
Congrats on your first year down, may it be the first of many more...and enjoy your break - you deserve it!
Posted by: Guusje | 24.05.2005 at 07:58 PM
Congrats on your first year down, may it be the first of many more...and enjoy your break - you deserve it!
Posted by: Guusje | 24.05.2005 at 07:59 PM
Wow! Awesome post! Congratulations on your first year...the second is the best, because you KNOW what you're doing. You can improve on everything you did the year before. Good luck! You sound like a fabulous teacher.
Posted by: When Pigs Sing | 24.05.2005 at 09:35 PM
Amazing post. You said what was in my heart. As frustrating as teaching can be, it truly is the best job in the world. Those little moments, when you KNOW you've affected someone's life, make all the bad times worth it. Like someone else said, print out this post and read it over and over again next year on the days that are most difficult. Enjoy the summer!
Posted by: Megan | 25.05.2005 at 12:06 AM
I'm proud of you.
Posted by: beekie | 25.05.2005 at 12:49 AM
congrats on the end to the first year. It doesn't get easier, but only because you try new things and continue to push your teaching limits. But your words offer insight for a lot of teachers, new and veteran.
Posted by: pete | 25.05.2005 at 08:48 AM
one more year we made it through. now you can come over and play!
Posted by: amy | 25.05.2005 at 09:29 AM
Dear sis,
Your post had me in tears. I am so happy for you! Your passion has paid off. I'm so glad that you've gotten a little taste of what a difference you can make and how important what you do is!
Posted by: Sherri | 25.05.2005 at 02:54 PM
Long-time lurker, here --
I have a photo of the last day of my first year -- I'm sweaty (no air con., of course), my hair is messy, I look utterly exhausted, and I'm completely thrilled because I'm standing with two of my best students who'd asked me to pose for a picture with them. In fact, many of them had asked for photos, and none of them wrote anything nasty in my yearbook. It was a wonderful day.
I had the same warm-fuzzies going on at the end of my fourth year. In fact, I loved those kids so much that I had tears in my eyes as I stood outside with my colleagues waving the buses out of the parking lot. "No kids could ever be as great as these kids," I said tearfully to my teaching pal. "Yeah," she said, "it's hard to leave them."
Just then, T, one of our beloved, leaned out of his bus window and yelled, "Hey, Teachers! Show us your BOOBS!" We looked at each other, laughed, and had an easier time letting go.
Anyway -- Congrats! I love your blog.
Posted by: Kathleen | 26.05.2005 at 09:17 AM
I read your blog sometimes at school when I get down (or when I'm too mentally exhausted to actually think after the last bell rings). I'm so glad you're coming away from your first year energized and optimistic...you are such a wonderful teacher and thinker!
P.S. Another way to feel great about your job is to ask students to sign your yearbook. I was convinced I'd get foul language and scrawled words of hate, but the kids were REALLY nice. A particularly difficult student wrote, "I'm sorry I've had such a bad semester. You're still a great teacher."
Enjoy your summer!
Posted by: dottielee | 26.05.2005 at 02:01 PM
WOW! You did a much better job with your first year than I did. I managed to set a student on fire, almost get a formal letter of reprimand, got accused of sleeping with another teacher, and starting getting gray hair.
And believe it or not, it was the worst year I've ever had and its been such a fun job ever since. I was in the process of thinking about changing my profession after next school year but decided that I just can't leave the classroom. But its those little things that keep you coming back and the smile upon your face that make this rollercoaster ride worth it all.
See ya next year, ya non-rookie! ;)
Posted by: Expat Nomad | 28.05.2005 at 03:48 AM
Congratulations... it does get easier to manage the highs and lows of the job as you go, and it stays just as rewarding. (Maybe moreso!)
Posted by: Chris Lehmann | 28.05.2005 at 10:35 PM
Hipteacher: I've followed your blog for almost the entire school year. Your authenticity, concern for students, and commitment to excellence is inspiring. From 10,000 miles away from that southern state of yours, I say, "Kudos." We need more teachers like you.
Posted by: shamash | 31.05.2005 at 05:01 AM
Your actual day is the stuff of my dreams! I'm preparing to begin teaching writing in the fall, and I am very inspired by teachers like you!
Posted by: Denelle | 05.06.2005 at 11:13 PM
Welcome to the amazing world of teaching! You are destined to have more positive experiences. I can tell by the "voice" in your writing that you were born to teach. You get it already. One thing I recommend that you do so you never forget how important you are is to make a file folder right now, label it "I'm Good!" or "Fan Mail" or whatever. This will be the file where you store all the commentary, compliments, cards, letters, awards, etc. that you will earn thrughout your remarkable teaching career. After 25 years, my folder is so big it takes up half the file drawer. Every other year or so, when I take the time to clean out my files, I stop long enough to read over some of the hundreds of affirming notes of gratitude that my students and their parents have written to me over the years. It reminds me of why I love teaching. It's all about the satisfaction that comes from making a difference, no matter how small, in the life of a child. You go, girl! The best is yet to come.
Posted by: sandy | 07.06.2005 at 11:56 PM
i saw you walking through town, next to the bank, with another girl. it was good to see you. you probably wouldn't recognize me - longer hair, put on some weight, driving an suv. still, it was good to see you.
Posted by: mary | 09.06.2005 at 04:17 PM
You don't know me - I came across your blog thanks to my badass advisor at UW. All I can say is, wow. As a future teacher, I'm thrilled to read about (and hopefully learn from) your experiences.
Posted by: Paul | 14.06.2005 at 01:41 PM
Nicely done.
Just wait until the second year. I did quite a bit of work improving my lesson plans; it was amazing how much easier and smoother year two was.
Congrats.
Posted by: fred | 16.06.2005 at 12:44 PM
Wow. Just surfing for information about blogs and teachers and writing and stuff. Fabulous post and I predict you have a great teaching future ahead of you.
I credit a teacher like you with the fact that I am a professional writer for children today.
Write on, right now.
Susan Taylor Brown
Posted by: Susan Taylor Brown | 16.06.2005 at 07:46 PM
I'm in a similar position and have really enjoyed reading bits of your blog recently. Well done!
Posted by: Cat | 17.06.2005 at 07:15 PM