The Top 10 Things New Teachers Don't Know...Yet

Ahhh...the perils er, joys of a new school year!  Each year, I have similar thoughts, fears, and sleepless nights, and despite the fact that I am now starting my 11th year, they hold on tight!  This year, we were fortunate to hire quite a few new teachers in our high school.  And most of them are new, new.  Like, right off the boat new.  So, as I tried to quell my anxious self, I began to think about these new teachers and how they are just now taking a step into the amazing world of teaching and all the things they don't know and will soon find out.  In order to help them, I've decided to make a list of the top 10 things that new teachers don't know...yet.

10. There is no exhaustion like the first week of school exhaustion.  You will be sore in places you didn't know you could be sore, like your eyelashes.  Your body will ache.  You will be hot and sticky from your non air-conditioned, windowless classroom.  If you make it to Friday, you will desire nothing more than to go home and face plant yourself into your bed at 5pm and perhaps stay there until Sunday. 

9. You will also lose your voice, or at least your throat will hurt.  Don't worry...time strengthens those vocal chords and you will be yelling like a champion teacher in no time.

8. You will experience things you never thought you would.  Even if you had an amazing student teaching experience that was rich and full, you will still have challenges, surprises, and obstacles that are new and shocking.

7. Speaking of student teaching, remember how busy you were?  Remember how it seemed like there was so much to do and never enough time?  Well, take that and multiply it by 100. Yes, student teaching is absolutely busy, but there were all sorts of things that magically got done and now YOU are the one that has to do them.  Things like setting up the gradebook or going to meetings or sifting through all the emails to find the ones that are REALLY important.

6. Oh, and speaking of emails, reply all is the devil.  Just wait. 

5. You will cry at some point.

4. Remember that copy machine that didn't seem so far away during the days before students got here?  Well, when you all of a sudden realize that you have 31 kids and only have 29 copies because new students were added between the time you printed off the list last night and this morning,  the copy machine is now 14,000 miles away.  I am not exaggerating.  And those heels that seemed fine when you put them on this morning, just don't cut it anymore.  

3. You will enjoy snow days as a teacher more than you EVER did as a student. EVER.

2. Your colleagues, especially the ones you hired in with, will understand you like no one does.  You are each in your own classroom but you are all fighting the same battle day in and day out and no one understands it like you do. The more senior teachers will be there to help and guide you, but you'll probably find yourself going to your peers more than your mentors.

1. At some point, you will lose your innocence, and your beliefs and mindset will be challenged. You may become disillusioned and frustrated with the profession. However, if you persevere through and try to find all the GOOD in education and amazing things going on, even among the struggles, you will succeed.  And you will have made it through your first year successfully...and hopefully have many, many more to come. 

A very warm welcome to our new Mountie hires at the high school!

Mountie Nation Opening Day

There's nothing like the teachers' first day back to start to really get excited about the upcoming school year.  And I'm sure it's like this in all districts, across all grade levels, throughout the entire country.  But I must say, no one does Opening Day quite like Mountie Nation.

I was hired at Northwest 10 years ago, and since the moment, it has always felt like home.  So much so, that I even told my principal that in my interview when asked why I wanted to come there.  In fact, it felt so much like home that I endured layoffs and pay cuts and hung through the toughest of times with Mountie Nation, despite the fact that others would tell me to get out.  And let me tell you, even though I have always been a proud supporter of my school, Mountie Nation is nothing like it was back when I was hired 10 years ago, and Opening Day is the perfect example.

When I first started, Opening Day was in a gym or a cafeteria.  There was an agenda, recognition of employees completing significant year milestones, introductions of new staff, and guest speakers. This is all still there, but now it is so much more.  Now, we walk into the First Church of the Nazarene for our Opening Day, and it is a sea of red and black.  There is music, and food, and SWAG, and videos, and posters, and signs, and balloons, and dancing, and socializing, and a ton of fun.  There is an energy in that room that is truly indescribable.  I mean honestly, I could try, but you wouldn’t be able to really grasp it unless you were there. At times, I am so struck by it all that it takes my breath a bit and causes me to get emotional. In fact, I had 2 separate interactions with newly hired teachers that just might give a little inkling to how unique it is.  Both of these teachers are new to our school but have been teaching in other districts for quite some time.  Both of them, separately, said something to me along the lines of, “this is unbelievable…this is not like anywhere else.” And it’s true.

Opening Day...this doesn't even give a slight idea of how awesome it is to be a part of.

4 years ago, we gained a superintendent who had a vision for Northwest.  He has a larger than life personality, and I think he wanted to make sure Northwest followed suit.  The day he came into our first Opening Day, he told us all to strive for greatness, and we have followed his lead and never looked back. In a time where it would be easy to look at all the negative things about education, our superintendent challenged us to create a positive culture, and so we followed his lead. We lift each other up, we support each other, and we are a team.  In fact, this is so important that he and our curriculum director spent a good couple hours just going over all the amazing things we have going on in our building and honoring and recognizing the incredible staff we have. And that’s everyone, from support staff, to teachers, to administrators.

Are we perfect? No.  Do we still have things we need to improve? Absolutely.  But, in a time where it is so tough to be in education, here I stand, ready to take on year 11, and I couldn’t be more excited.  I am so very grateful to be in a place where we are striving for greatness, where we have a positive culture, and where we are supported. I am so grateful to be a part of the greatness, a part of the Mountie Nation.

Being recognized for 10 years with my teaching friend Abby Tanner

A Kindergarten Welcome into High School

I went through a Mommy first this week.  I became a Mom to a kindergartner and I dropped my son off for the first time.  I must say, having a child start kindergarten is an experience like no other.  As a working mom, my kids have been going to daycare since they were babies, but there was something about kindergarten that made it different.  Something about the finality of it all, as he officially passed from the realm of a child into that of a big kid.  And I certainly wasn’t alone in my feelings. I watched as the other kindergarten moms (and dads) tried to hide the tears in their eyes.  I saw those precious last few moments of hugs and well wishes and encouragement. I was a bystander to the spur of the moment therapy group going on in the parking lot, as the moms reassured one another that it would all be okay, that their kids were in good hands.

 And you know what? Every single mom agreed.  My son is lucky enough to get an amazing kindergarten teacher who simply oozes love for children.  I have only known this woman for two days, but in just two days, this is overwhelmingly apparent.  Everything, from the first day “jitter bubbles” and poem that she gave out at Open House, to the kind words, to the extra moments she let parents sneak in final goodbyes, showed that their kids were in good hands, they were cared for, they were loved. I could not have asked for a better experience for my first time as a kindergarten mom.

My nephew is the same age and also embarking on kindergarten transition as well. My sister-in-law and I have been calling and texting and giving one another moral support as we cross this threshold.  However, my sister-in-law is also a mom of a new freshman to high school, and I think this transition is actually more difficult than the kindergarten one.  And as I had this lovely first day experience, I began thinking to myself about the high school transition.  Our freshmen and their parents are also transitioning to that new territory and leaving a stage behind, but unfortunately, they’re not always greeted with as warm of a welcome, with the hugs, with the smiles, and with the encouragement.  There’s not as much care in handling parents and helping them understand that their child will be okay.  We assume because they are in high school the students and parents don’t need that type of encouragement.  I’m thinking we are wrong.  I’m always surprised when parents or students comment on my classroom during Open House and tell me they like it.  I try to make it inviting, but I don’t think my classroom is anything that special.  But, I think they are trying to find some sort of encouragement and warmth, similar to that of elementary classrooms, and my classroom sometimes provides that. Sometimes my smile or my mannerisms may help them.  Sometimes it’s a friendly wave or hello in the hallway. 

No matter what, this year, as I meet my new students and their parents, I am going to remember myself in that kindergarten room and how welcomed and encouraged it made me feel, and I am going to do my very best to make my students and parents feel they are in a kindergarten classroom again too. 

My Kindergartner and Pre-Schooler 2015

Taking a Risk

Today, I took a huge risk.  I presented at a conference, and a technology conference at that!  I decided that since I am so passionate about Twitter and how I've used it in my classroom, it would be a great thing for me to present on.  Boy, was it nerve-racking being a first time presenter!  It made me gain a new appreciation for my students and how nervous they may be when they do presentations for the first time in my class.

But, here's the thing.  If I'm asking my students to take risks, shouldn't I be taking risks too? 

I took a risk today, and I'm happy I did.  It was awesome to connect with so many passionate educators today, as it always is whenever I attend PD.  Thanks to all of you who supported me by coming to my session or by tweeting or facebooking about me. I think the presentation went well, and I'm glad that I took that risk. 

Here are my slides about using Twitter in the classroom, entitled #iheartsocialmedia

#Iheartsocialmedia presentation

Conquering the 7 Year Itch

In marriage, they say there’s something called the “7 year itch.”  I never experienced this in my marital life, but I certainly did in my professional .  Amidst babies, and diapers, and sleepless nights, and nursing, school and my career just didn’t take precedence. It couldn’t. There simply were not enough hours in the day.  I vividly remember during my 7^th year of teaching, I had been up all night grading, and then up all night with a baby, and I had still had an insurmountable pile of work that I wasn’t able to get to.  As I met with my Accelerated Freshmen, I explained to them what I had been able to accomplish and what I hadn’t been able to.  Just as I was finishing up talking to them, a student arrived late and asked if projects were graded.  What was an innocent enough question was like a dagger to my heart, and it opened up a floodgate of tears, as I ran out of the room. I felt I would never be able to make it through the day, the week, let alone the profession.

Somehow I got through that year and moved to the next one. Somehow, even throughout all the struggles, I didn’t quit. Somehow, I learned and grew enough to keep going.  At the time, I didn’t realize how miserable I was (even though my husband would tell me) and how I had forgotten everything I loved about teaching.  I forgot to laugh and have fun.  I forgot to build relationships with students.   I forgot that assessments and tests and grading were not our only role as educators.  My classroom turned into something that I wasn’t proud of anymore. Was I doing a good job teaching the material?  Sure. But I was focusing so much on teaching the material that I was forgetting other essential parts to teaching. 

A few years later, the fog began to lift, and I regained control of the type of teacher I wanted to be. I started to attend some professional development opportunities that changed the teacher I had become back into the teacher I was previously. I started to “find my tribe,” as they say, and discover  teachers who were like-minded.  I had a whole new world opened to me through the RAISE program   (Reading Apprenticeship in Secondary Education) and through attending Nerd Camp.  I became addicted to twitter and the opportunities it provided.  I realized that I needed to focus much more on skills and less on dumping curriculum down kids’ throats.  I realized that the relationships in my classroom would be better the more I could joke and laugh and be creative again. 

Now, I’ve made it to year 11 and school starts in just a few weeks. I conquered the 7 year itch.  Not only did I conquer it, I destroyed it.  I am not just the teacher I once was; I am the best teacher I have ever been.  My only hope is that I continue to grow and improve and to become a better teacher each and every year.