What She Wore: Slate blue, long-sleeve tee; charcoal grey cords; black snow boots. I’d put up pictures of my shoes, but truthfully, they’re really boring these days.
One of my favorite websites is Postsecret.com The other day it had the saddest post card on it. Here it is:
Ok, that’s a little trite, but seriously, if teacher’s had batting averages, they’d be horrible. We step up to the plate, we swing, and nine times out of ten, we miss. But you have to give yourself a bit of a break on these things. Kids will come to you hungry, tired, beaten, jaded, sad, and disabled. Not to mention teenage hormones. Add all of this in, and you’re supposed to cut through the fog and teach them something about the area of a circle or metapors.
Suddendly, being an accountant doesn’t seem so hard.
But teachers are gluttons for punishment. We press forward and hope that we reach ONE kid in a class, or ONE kid in a year. Doesn’t sound that great, but you’re fighting history, peer pressure, family, and social circumstance. No easy task. This year Mr. K and I brought up math scores 2%. Was that good enough for the Federal government? Not even close. Was that good enough for us? You betcha. We examined individual scores and found our victories. It’s the only way to do it.
Movies like Freedom Writers or Dangerous Minds give an inaccurate picture. In an hour and a half, one dedicated teacher changes the lives of all her students. I sure wish it worked that way, but it doesn’t. Read the books behind the movies and you’ll see a much different truth: teaching and reaching is a slow, laborious process.
There is magic in teaching–you just have to look hard to see it.