THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF A NEW SUBSTITUTE TEACHER
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I barely remember rush-ordering the book last night, but apparently I’m not ready to quit yet — I’m investing.
If you’ve been following my latest adventures as a substitute teacher, you will know that yesterday, my first day, I barely made it out alive. At least that’s how it felt after seven hours with a pack of first and second graders. My stomach was drowning in stress hormones, reminding me of when I suffered from anxiety as a teenager and had to be put on meds.
After writing a Facebook note and a blog post last night basically screeching, “Help, I’m going down!” I got tons of excellent advice from Moms and Dads and teachers. Even my eighteen-year-old grand niece told me that things would be OK; she remembers loving her second grade sub but doing her best to torture her all the same.
Everyone tried to encourage me. A few people told me that things would be better the second day. But they hadn’t met these kids. A friend in New Hampshire nailed it (and she should know, raising three small boys): “In my experience,” she wrote, “they’re one good meal or one good night’s rest away from feral animals. That said, every interaction you have is an opportunity to make a difference.”
Another friend told me to “pull up your big girl panties and get back in the ring!”
So as I marched determinedly down the hall this morning, I repeated those words to myself like a mantra. “I’ve got my big girl panties on and I’m getting back in the ring!” The theme from Rocky played in my head.
Day Two in the Classroom
Amazingly enough, my friends were right. Today was way better.
Things that worked: I raised my voice unexpectedly. With me, any time I raise my voice it’s unexpected, and I was surprised how immediately this worked (at first).
I stopped smiling. This was really hard; I am such a natural smiler. But I was a little angry after yesterday, and I think that helped.
Instead of letting the children get “just a little” out-of-hand because “they’re only being kids,” I immediately stopped the production of paper airplanes, crumpled them up, and put them in the recycling bin. As soon as I heard the words, “Guess what I made? It’s a scissors launcher!!” I was on it.
I had more fun today. I made the class a little bit mine. It’s a Quaker school, so we start with a few minutes of “morning worship,” which means sitting in a silent circle with a candle in the center. At the end of the time, I had them recite the “Saint Patrick’s Prayer” with me, complete with body movements. (I changed the word “Christ” to “Light.”) They liked it!
After that, we all took a break and went to the windows to watch three deer in the woods outside the classroom. (Thanks, God!)
Later I read the story about Saint Patrick that I wrote for them, and we talked about respecting immigrants and people of different religions.
I’m in the right place. Next week is “diversity week” at school. There are quotes on the bulletin boards like Shirley Chisolm’s “Tremendous amounts of talent are lost to our society just because that talent wears a skirt,” and Angela Davis’s “I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.” In the older girl’s bathroom, there isn’t much graffiti, but what I saw said things like “Hope” and “I love you!”
I’m going to stick this out. We’ll see how the other ages in K-8 pan out.
I’ve got my big girl panties on now, and this evening I am experiencing one of my favorite feelings. I am dang proud of myself.