I’m feeling a bit revved up. And, yes, Twisted Sister is stuck in my head. This week was hard at school. I will do my best to express myself while being careful not to overstep any professional boundaries, but I really wish that I could just say everything that’s on my mind.
The hardest part about my job can be how I am sometimes treated. I work my butt off. I put my heart and soul into my work. I care about every single one of my students, even the ones that are the most behaviorally challenging. Fortunately, the parents of my most behaviorally challenging students have been supportive this year, so that’s not what’s eating at me.
I just wish that I could invite the families of all of my students to come in and spend a day in my classroom. I would like them to see what it is like to balance the individual social, emotional, physical, and mental needs of 30 students simultaneously while also attempting to teach a class. A lot of times, I only have a couple of minutes to solve problems that come up in my room, and it’s not because I don’t care, (imagine one student having an asthma attack, while another is crying under her desk, while two others are bickering… that’s not an unusual scene after recess in my room).
I’m a very reflective and pragmatic human being. I am willing to admit when I make mistakes and grow from them. However, there are also times that I feel like families have to be present in my room during the event and know all of the students involved to truly understand the choices that I make. Being a teacher is not the same as having children, unless you have 30 of them. I’m not saying it’s harder, I’m just saying it’s different. You’re more likely to get the teacher to understand where you’re coming from if you approach him or her with respect and a willingness to admit that maybe you do not fully understand what happened either.
There, I feel better.