Confessions of a First Year Teacher: I Cried & Laughed
The stillness of the room
600 seconds until
They arrive. Soon
Their voices, feet,
Destroy the silence.
Tuesday, a horrible, horrible day.
The classroom – out of hand.
Lessons – don’t reach them all.
Meanness steeps the air.
Kids – tired, restless, and craving fresh air.
Reading does not soothe.
Luckily, I am there to feel the brunt of their fury.
A few more classes;
a few more hours…
The day turns worse.
More angry kids fill the seats.
Is there a target on my forehead?
More grading, more feedback, more conferring, more behavior plans, more demand,
The last bell
The rotten day left a whirlwind mess.
Papers, notebooks, markers
Finally time to drive
Finally time to leave this
Wednesday, the next day, a day I don’t want to come.
Another day with the same kids.
Don’t want to be here.
Want to be anywhere but here.
Right now the stillness
Of the room makes
Me want to leave.
Tick-tock. I know
They will arrive
Soon. Their voices, feet,
Wednesday brings calmness, the joy.
Lessons go well.
Concepts are learned.
Hesitation and resistance have moved
A day right after the last one couldn’t feel more
Only 24 hours separate, but no more tears.
This post is the first installment of my Confessions of a First Year Teacher blog series. More confessions to come.
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This week’s link-up is hosted by Carol’s Corner.