I am proud to report that I survived my first week of teaching and am 100% ready for week #2 (I think). I feel like last week was 100 years long, but at the same time it happened in the blink of an eye. After 2 weeks of workshops, trainings, meetings, and orientations, it was wonderful to actually meet and get to know these mystery students we had been preparing ourselves for. It is amazing to think about how well I have gotten to know these students in the past five days. On Monday, I could hardly pronounce most of my students names, some of which seemed like 12 syllables long words of mostly consanants. I wanted and needed to give verbal warnings, but didn't even know the students' name I needed to reprimand. I came prepared on Tuesday with name tags. By Friday, I felt like I cared about these students as if I had known them for years, the names were second nature.
One of the biggest teaching challenges for me has been the high stakes nature of the work we are doing. The programs I have taught at in the past have been more enrichment, or supplemental programs, separated from students' academic promotion or retention. This situation is very different in that my teaching team (4 of us) and I are fully responsible in preparing our students to pass a test that will determine if they are promoted to high school or not. As if that pressure wasn't enough, we have to give our students mini-assessments at the end of each lesson (4 per day) to measure how well they have mastered the material (really how well we have taught it.) Percentages range anywhere from 1% (class average) to 90% (haven't seen anything above that). My personal average has been between a 46% and a 75%. This measurement system is good and bad. Good in the sense that it really pushes you as a teacher. Every day you wake up with a drive to push that % up a little more from yesterday. Bad in the sense that the only measure TFA uses to quantify your success in the classroom is this percentage. With this approach, it's not about making a "heart" difference- making that person connection with a student, being an encourager, supporter, and cheerleader- it's totally about the assessment. I understand that ultimately we are here so that our students pass the test, but at times I feel frustrated that all of my hard work and care for my students comes down to one lame percentage.
As usual, it has not taken long for me to develop a serious soft spot for my students. 17 boys and 3 girls. Even though they can be the most challenging, furstrating, disobedient, and disrespectful group of kids ever, I really do love and care about each one of them already. As tough and as hard as they are, I love seeing them smile when I give them "snaps" in our snap jar, I love seeing them work hard to win the "Math Master" award, and I love seeing them fight over who gets to write the answer on the board. I hate their gang bandanas, their lying, and their defiance.
All in all, I am doing just fine and being challenged in a way I never have before. I am DOING IT. This is what it's all about. I love being a part of such a powerful team of amazing individuals. I love my students. We'll see how this week unfolds.
- Getting closer to my Collab team. We're passed the awkward getting to know you stage and we all get along really well. We joke, complain, encourage, and laugh at each other.
- Seeing Scientific Notation "click" with one of my students.
- After four days of hard work, FINALLY reaching our class goal of a 75% on the assessment (sounds bad, but actually a huge feat.)
- Seeing one of my best friends, Maggie for all of 45 minutes during her layover in ATL.
- Telling a student he's "too smart for such bad behavior" and seeing him take pride in being called "smart"...maybe for the first time.
- Crying for the first time I was here. One of my students may get "released" from the program because of his disrespect. He is one of our smartest students and I know he will pass the exam if he can stay. I felt responsible for his misbehavior (because my class could have been better controlled) and felt like it was my fault he may not get the chance to go to high school. Serious low point.
- The 5:00am hour. Brutal.
- Apartment searching. Blah.
To all my other TFAers out there...WE CAN...and we WILL do this.
Because every child deserves equal access to the American Dream,