The question itself implies that teaching is not a respected profession. On the contrary, research shows that teachers have a great deal of prestige, are trustworthy, and, surprisingly are not "beleaguered and unhappy." So why do I hear all the time that they hope their children not become teachers? I'm actually guilty of this myself. I hope my children will find a profession they are passionate about, something they can apply their particular skills to, and something where they make enough money that they can help support their own families and have a good life. My best friend, from middle school through college and into adulthood, makes at least four times as much as I do as a project manager for a large tech company in the northwest. She has a BA in Business. I have a BA, an MA, and I'm working on a post-MA program to be a principal. Not fair, I find myself frequently saying to myself. Why would a chemistry major choose to be a teacher when it would be easier to be a rocket scientist? Why would anyone with the aptitude to perform a job in the top of our social hierarchy "settle" to be a teacher? Only when teachers are paid a reasonable starting salary will we be able to see ourselves as respected. When our most brilliant, creative, and disciplined academics consider teaching as a viable option as a a career, THEN we can call ourselves respected.
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Teaching has called to me ever since I was three years old. My favorite game was "School." My brother and I would build a school house made out of Legos and our Star Wars action figures would be the students. Barbie was the teacher, of course. I was always a bossy girl, stickling everyone on how things should best be said, or done. I cannot say this made me a popular girl. It is actually ironic that I behaved liked this as I was quite shy in most settings. I always knew I would be a teacher. I knew that I would be like my favorite teachers, Mr. Bressan and Mr. Davis, both outside-the-box pseudo-hippies who broke rules all of the time. They did not use worksheets. We read and drew and journaled and talked and sat under the cherry blossom trees outside; it was glorious. I thought I would be a teacher who could enlighten my students to think the right way, to help mold liberal-minded, young adults who would create an idyllic society where everyone had a say (just as long as it was the right say).
I graduated college when I was 19 years old, obviously not yet old enough to teach anyone anything useful. By the time I became a teacher seven years later I wanted to simply help students learn to read, write, and think critically. I thought this was the best way to help them be productive citizens. I soon learned that this was not going to be as easy as I thought it would be. Over the last decade my mindset on teaching has changed. Teaching is showing children how to use their voice: to express themselves, to stop injustices, to make connections. Teaching is difficult. With the exception of physical labor, I believe teaching has to be the hardest profession there is. But, if we simplify our goal so that teaching is to help students be their best selves, and we show them that we care about what happens to them, then our objective we be more easily reached. Start small, dream big. For my first #edblogaday post, I am going to make a list. My favorite number is 26, so I will shoot for 26 things that I am grateful for and would happily celebrate with a glass of champagne.
1. My husband. He is quite possibly the best spouse ever as he single handedly gets our three girls ready for school each morning, picks them up when I can't make it home on time, sings Rick Astley songs to make us laugh, all the while working about 60 hours each week to provide us with such a wonderful life. 2. My girls. Three girls ages 8, 5, and 5. The twins have red hair and are spitfires. My oldest is precocious, funny, and imperfectly perfect. 3. Our neighborhood. We live 1/2 mile from the girls' school on a lovely cul de sac where they can play and be safe. 4. My job. I work in a school with talented and caring teachers led by creative and approachable administrators. 5. My students. I have the privilege of teaching a diverse group of 11 and 12 year olds, who surprise me with some new insight each day. 6. My friends nearby. Since moving to this area, I have met some of the nicest, funniest, generous friends I could ask for. Who knew New Jersey could make such good people? 7. My friends afar. I have friends with whom I do not speak for months, some 100 miles away, and some 3000 miles away. To be able to pick up like we never parted is something to be very grateful for. 8. My parents. They show me what a marriage should look like: how to love and treat each other. How to fight, and how not to fight. How to be there for my grandchildren when the time comes. 9. My 20 minute commute each way each day. This gives me the time to just have some quiet, to listen to novels or non-fiction on Audible, current event podcasts (What's going to happen to Adnan?!), and old podcast episodes of PrincipalCast. 10. I have exactly one year left to go until I have completed the practicum for my Principal certification and have the certificate in hand. Can't wait! 11. My change mindset. I am never complacent and never stagnant. I require growth in every aspect of my life, including my professional experiences. This will translate well as an aspiring administrator. 12. My growing PLN. Everyday it is getting larger and stronger. With each chat I participate in, each contact I make, my world gets a little bigger. I have come to depend on it, perhaps even become a little obsessive with Twitter at times, though I am able to back off. My new colleagues will still be there tomorrow to learn and grow with. 13. Coffee. It's my fairly new love in life. 14. My dentist complimented me on my white (non-bleached) teeth. Apparently the coffee has not wreaked its havoc yet. 15. My birthday is this month and I'm hoping for a dog. Can someone drop a hint to my husband? 16. Running. I started running exactly one year ago. The first time I went out, I barely could muster up one mile. I ran three to four days a week last summer working my way up to 3.5 miles by the beginning of September. On the first 50 degree week of Spring I went out three times and then not again until three days ago. I ran 4.3 on Saturday and 4.1 on Sunday. I'm super proud of myself and have set a goal of 6 miles for myself by the end of this summer. 17. Ice cream. Friday nights. I dream of that. 18. That stupid guess your age app said I look 30. It definitely knows what it is talking about, right? 19. My daily breakfast. Predictable, healthy, and so so yum. My secret-recipe oatmeal squares and 2 poached eggs. I actually dream of this, too. 20. Vacation. We have not been on a vacation in three years. We just decided to take a little jaunt up to Montreal with our kids in August. I've never been, but I hope to be able to practice my French. 21. The 5k event I volunteered for with my daughter's school went off without a hitch. 22. I only have one week left to wait on my SLLA results. I studied and finished with plenty of time to spare, so I am hopeful that this very expensive and time-consuming test did not win. 23. I came in 26th in the 5k yesterday. The fact that it was my lucky number made me feel much better about the fact that there were only 35 people in the race. 24. Tonight was sushi night! 25. My resume is revamped and ready to go to apply for any and all Supervisor positions in a 45 minute radius. Unfortunately, there are not very many of these positions available. 26. This blog! This is something I've been gearing up for quite some time and here it is. |
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