#teacherstats

There is this thing floating around Facebook that I’ve seen several of my teacher friends post. Usually I don’t click on them or try them on my own, but this one was super cool because it was all about #teacherstats! Here is mine:

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It’s insane to me that I’ve been teaching for 7 years! And what’s even more insane is the amount of students I’ve taught. This is obviously just an estimate but for 6 years, I taught middle school (still technically do although 6th grade to me will always be elementary school) which means I taught a crazy amount of students. It’s a wonder how I was able to memorize all those names!

I didn’t always know I wanted to be a teacher. I’ve always loved school and I did well enough (A’s and B’s and graduated in the top 40 of my 500+ high school class– I know, I’m bragging). I can’t even say teaching was always in the back of my mind for a potential career because it never was. I knew I wanted to do something that helped others and somehow it ended by being teaching.

The first 6 years of my teaching career were tough. I taught middle school (already super tough) in a very low-income area of Phoenix. I had kids talking back constantly, kids who failed but were passed on to the next grade, kids who were (maybe) suspended for fighting/cursing at their teachers, kids who did drugs in the bathroom, and even a kid who threatened me and another teacher (a police report was filed; I still get notices and currently a warrant is out for his arrest). Really, to say it was tough was an understatement. And when you pair that with administration that looks the other way and provides no support to teachers, it’s a recipe for disaster. I get mad that I let myself stay in a miserable place for 6 years but it’s so easy to sign a contract (in March, mind you. The school year isn’t even over until May and you have to sign a contract for the NEXT school year months before) over the risk of not finding another job. The district also had the highest pay in Phoenix (even over swankier places likes Scottsdale) and there was no way I could take a pay cut to leave.

During this time, I researched other careers SO many times. But what else can I do with a Bachelors in Sociology and a Masters in Education? Nothing that required more school. And so I kept teaching, dreading each day and coming home absolutely exhausted.

Last March, I didn’t sign my contract. It was the best feeling in the world. I had no job lined up, no definite source of income coming to me in the future, but man, to submit my resignation letter was the best. I remember texting my mom a picture of my name on the school board minutes when the resignation was approved (and um, why does it need approval? Ridiculous) because I was that excited. The first few weeks of summer were¬†stressful; I applied to dozens and dozens of jobs. And if I wasn’t applying, I was looking. Luckily I didn’t have to wait or look for too long. I only did one interview/demo lesson at another school before I accepted the job at my current school.

This past school year has (almost) erased all the poor memories of my previous teaching years. Despite the tough days that still do happen, I love my 6th graders. They exhaust me in a very different way than my previous students. This type of exhaust is a good one– they challenge me to be a better teacher and it’s sad that it took me 7 years to finally start being the teacher I wanted to be. And it definitely doesn’t hurt that my administration is the best. I now take pride in saying that I’m a teacher and don’t have to fake liking what I do. I still daydream about what it would be like to be a travel blogger or an interior designer, but I can happily say now that I chose the best career for me. And while I may not have a ton of money in my bank account or have the funds for all the places I want to travel, bags I want to buy, or shoes I wish I could have, I am fairly positive I have the best job in the world.

Kids These Days

I don’t know how I got to be 30. Time seems to have blurred and sped up because 30 used to be this far off number. Teaching doesn’t really help either with making me feel any more youthful. My current students are 11/12 which means they were born in the 00s– 2004/2005 to be exact. How on earth was I a senior in high school when these kids were born?! And how are the first graders that I taught during my student teaching now in 8th grade? I’m not getting any older, how are they?!

My kids are highly amused about the fact that I didn’t have a cell phone until I was 16. I try to explain to them that um, cell phones weren’t really a thing back then (ugh see, I’m referring to what seems like 5 years ago as “back then”!). And all the apps they use now? Nope! Even, texting wasn’t really a thing until I was in college. It baffles them. But really, I think they are the ones that really miss out…

They’ll never know about…

1. Disney Channel Original Movies: I don’t watch the Disney Channel anymore so while unknownthere may be some movies still on, I know they have nothing on “Smart House” and “Rip Girls” and “Zenon.” (My co-workers and I recently talked about these movies and it was funny to see how super excited we all got when naming them).

unknown-32. The Oregon Trail: What a masterpiece of a game. My kids will never know how fun it was to go into the school computer lab filled with HUGE computers (think of the floppy disk days), name your wagon crew, and work tirelessly to make sure that they all make it safely to Oregon.

3. Skating rink parties: Maybe I’m off on this one but I don’t know if my students even unknown-4know what a skating rink is. This definitely makes me sad because the rink provided, hands down, the best birthday parties! Throw on some good jams and I could skate with my friends for hours (or until they brought out that limbo pole).

unknown-14. *N SYNC (and other boy bands): I recently played some music in class while my kids were working and *N SYNC came on. I asked my kids if anyone knew who it was. Or if they knew what band Justin Timberlake used to be in. Blank stares. It made my heart so sad. And then I proceeded to play more *N SYNC so that they could learn to fully appreciate 90s boy bands. The work of a teacher just never ends.

 

I know this is a super short list of things our poor youth will never know. What else would you add to it?