a few things about the roller coaster ride that is teaching

I’m in my third year of teaching science.  A few lessons I have learned thus far:

1) a lot happens in the background —  teachers get hired, teachers get reprimanded, etc.  Nothing is out in the open, there is very little transparency.

2) my kids go through a lot everyday.  Compared to their situations, my life is a piece of cake.

3) never assume that kids are just being lazy when they miss classes or forget to do homework.  usually there is a pretty damn good reason why school is not their #1 priority right at that moment.

4) never lower your expectations for a student, but keep it realistic.

5) ignorance is bliss.  I know that I have homeless students, I know many of my students have ‘case managers’, live in half way homes, have been in the foster care system since they were babies, been raped, witnessed murders, have absent working parent/parents/grandmothers/siblings… guardians.  I know about them, but I’d rather not HAVE to (meaning i wish it were a different story).

6) I can and will do my best.  but sometimes, even that is not enough.

7) I still have a lot to learn.

Now a bit about my school.  It’s changed a lot in the past 3 years.  My first year of teaching, I broke up 2 fights in my classroom, had my laptop stolen, things thrown at me in the middle of class, every curse word hurled at me and a parent threaten me.  My second year I had a desk thrown at me, a kid threaten me and a parent scream at me.  This year, I’ve had nothing stolen, no curse words (directed at me) and just one kid that threatened to punch me in the face.   It’s changing. So is the surrounding neighborhood.  The hood is becoming less of a “hood” and more of an immigrant neighborhood.  Now I have more issues with kids not speaking up enough in class than kids who can’t seem to keep quiet.

I teach at a “hard to staff” high school in San Francisco.  SFUSD, like many other school districts, is large, unorganized, bureaucratic and dauntingly political.   The school site itself is disappointingly political.  I try my best to avoid it all and just focus on my own classroom. For example, right now the staff is in the midst of a hats allowed in school vs. the current no hats rule.

this is a chart most first year teachers see.  It’s a graph showing the typical emotional pattern teachers go through every school year.  It was pretty spot on my first year, and it’s still pretty spot on this year.  I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m ‘disillusioned’ right now, more just neutral, phlegmatic.

Even with (especially with?) the daily and yearly ups and downs of this roller coaster ride…I still love teaching.

The “you must have a date tonight!” outfit

Teenagers notice everything.  Nothing will slip past them, especially not when they spend an hour (sometimes 2) staring at you as you teach.  Coincidentally, teenagers are also trying to figure out their mental–>verbal filters. Random/inappropriate/funny/embarrassing/ghastly things come flying out of mouths daily. Case in point: “Ms. S, you look really nice today…..OMG YOU MUST HAVE A DATE TONIGHT!!!!”

No, I don’t have a date tonight.  Can’t I wear a skirt every once in a while?  Especially when said skirt is new and super cute?  Never mind that I still have the usual teacher hairdo (more like the non-do).

My health class says hello BTW.  They left me a message that I just found this morning.

Glasses : bonlook – necklace/bracelet : my mom’s from when she was 12 – tee/belt/skirt : j.crew – cardi : super old from Therapy – shoes : nine west (also seen here) – watch : Marc by Marc Jacobs via Nordies Rack

caustic parents

It’s a monday.  I have a 4pm parent-teacher meeting.  So I dress accordingly, which in the teaching profession translates as a button up shirt.  Don’t I look so serious and intellectual? Never mind that in Physiology class today we spent some time talking about pelvises, coccyxes and how big the inlet and outlet is in women compared to men.  I am totally serious, even when my hand is simulating a baby’s head going through a woman’s pelvis. No giggling allowed.  This is my serious we-are-going-to-learn-anatomy face.

The awesomeness starts when I call to confirm scheduled parent-teacher meeting.  Phone number is disconnected!  Teenager of parent comes to 6th period with her attitude fully adjusted to normal levels.  She calls mom on her cell phone (magical special phone number), mom confirms meeting time (4pm), with a few crass words thrown in for effect.  Fantastic.  4:30pm…no mom.  So much for the seriousness!!

This means I get to go home and eat cranberry pumpkin bread!  Bambi is happy, she gets to vacuum crumbs. Woot woot!  Even better: a Pho date with the besterest dean of students ever, Mr. Emmi for later in the evening.  Teachers have lives too, you know.

Glasses: bonlook – shirt and tank: j.crew – pants: f21 – watch: marc by marc jacobs – shoes: nine west (on sale!)