Writing is such an outlet for me emotionally, and as the beginning of my second year teaching begins, I am finding more frustrations than celebrations, and it’s making me sad. I want to be a happy teacher so that I may serve my students with my absolute best. And in trying to find a more positive outlook on my career, I read an article that said writing is one good way to relieve stress, so here it goes:
The beginning of my second year had me very excited. All during pre-planning I arduously worked on printing, laminating, and cutting out hundreds of visuals for my children to use around the classroom. TeachersPayTeachers became my new best friend, and I was a frequent flier at Office Depot. There were hours and hours spent inside my classroom measuring the inches between posters to make sure they were evenly spaced, picking out the perfect borders for my bulletin boards, and rearranging furniture multiple times to make sure my room is accessible to all. To say I was excited was an understatement.
But then the time came to get books, and ESE was never called. The planners were handed out, and ESE was never called. Car tags distributed, no ESE. And an email with different parts for the school video was delivered to the staff… I’ll let you guess this one.
I don’t want to say I became frustrated, because I still had my fire blazing, but I will say that it started to dim. I sent email after email trying to ask about what the ESE team should do, where we should go, how we should plan. (It was not until the end of the tenth day of school that I even got some of the student textbooks and workbooks I need for my students — No Teacher editions or visual vocab/spelling/sound etc. cards, mind you).
So I set out to do my best, stay positive, and just try to make due with what I knew my students were capable of in the first few weeks until I received my books. One of the positive sides to ESE is knowing who a majority of your students already are. So I knew which students could possibly work in which learning groups, depending on the new students I would soon receive. I would have this year: 2 new Kindergarteners, 3 returning First graders, 1 returning Second grader, 3 returning Third graders, and 1 returning Fifth grader. 10 Students; 9 boys, and 1 girl. I would soon be meeting a new Fourth grade boy who only communicated in Spanish, but that is another story in itself.
I was ready for this year. I felt organized, hopeful, and excited to have my family back together again. I was comfortable in the new school (the story behind this to come soon) and I was confident in my abilities as a teacher to make my name known as a reliable resource for our students with IEP’s. The only problem was trying to keep this positive attitude as challenge after challenge began to arise.
To be continued.