Hello, my name is Priscilla and I am about to embark on my 7th
year of teaching...and blogging!! I’m hoping that you will join me on this wonderful journey.
As I kick off my seventh year, I also begin my journey at my
6th school. To give you a little perspective, my district is
comprised of 5 elementary schools, 1 middle school, 1 high school, and 1
continuation high school. Due to my seniority (or lack thereof), I’ve been
displaced and have bounced around, having worked at all the elementary schools,
and now I find myself at our district’s middle school as a sixth grade Language
Arts and Social Studies teacher.
While I have gained a lot of experience in different grade
levels in my various assignments, I have also learned to work with many
different teachers, staffs, administrators, students, parents, and communities.
Let’s face it, I have an amazing resume because of this! However, I did not see
these benefits right away, and if I’m being honest on some days I lose sight of
them. It actually took me a LONG time to accept and embrace these changes. Each
move was emotionally draining, to say the least. Just as I began to feel
settled, as one typically does towards the last leg of the school year, I had
to pack up and move! In each departure, I left behind former students and new
friends. This is not how I envisioned my teaching career at all!
Ironically, I pictured my first two years as a brand new
teacher being hellish as I learned the ropes, but they were a breeze in
comparison to what followed. In my third year, I was displaced and “forced” to
move to another one of our elementary schools. Here, I was assigned a 2/3
combination class. My kids were darling, but teaching multiple grade levels was
by far THE most challenging for me even though I was familiar with both curriculums
(I taught 2nd grade my very first year and 3rd grade the
following year). This, I felt, was what I had expected my first year to be
like. To be fair, there were other factors that contributed to the challenge
that the “combo year” brought. I missed my old school. I missed my principal
who was warm and friendly, and exceptionally supportive. I missed my former
students even though I knew they were in a new grade level. Most of all, I
missed my new teacher friends. I had bonded with them, not only as teachers and
colleagues, but also as friends (REAL, lifelong friends)!!
At my new school, I was a fish out of water. I felt alone! I was the
only combo teacher at my school and received very little help from my new
colleagues. I tried to keep up with my 2nd grade team AND my 3rd
grade team, but what they planned and how they planned didn’t necessarily fit
the needs of the combo, which left me isolated. Other schools in my district
had the same grade level combo, so I tried to meet with them, but there was
something they all had that I didn’t: support! The other 2/3 combo teachers had
support. They had colleagues that helped by taking on some of the combo kids
and taught them their math or science or social studies or all three. This way the
combo teacher could have time to teach ONE grade level! Here I was with one
teacher taking on my 3rd graders for science and social studies
(which I am eternally grateful for) and me taking on the rest. Teaching math is
what nearly killed me because I had to teach each grade level their specific
math curriculum. There was no blending of concepts. Each grade level had their
set of state standards, and since I could not clone myself, I HAD to teach both
curriculums independent of the other! To boot, in March of that school year, I
learned that I was being laid-off. In May it was finalized, and by mid June I
was packed and unemployed. By the grace of God, I made it through that year.
My fourth year of teaching, I took on a new role:
intervention teacher. A week or two before school started in August, I was
called and offered a part-time gig (I was on a rehire list and there were ZERO
fulltime positions left for me due to budget cuts) as a Read 180 teacher for
two of the elementary campuses in my district. After the hellish year I had
finished months prior, I welcomed such a structured program, although the pay
cut was an adjustment. At the beginning, I was unsure of how I would like
working with the “older” kids since my experience had been limited to 2nd
and 3rd graders. To my surprise, I really enjoyed working with the
upper elementary students. 4th and 5th graders were a
whole new world of fun!
My fifth year was similar, but at a new school. I was still
a part-time employee teaching Read 180 intervention once again (yay for
stability?) AND a 3rd grade support (math) teacher for a 2/3 combo
teacher. Remember when I mentioned that during my combo year the other 2/3
combo teachers in my district had support??? Well, as fate would have it, I was that support for the combo teacher
my 5th year. For an hour a day, I would pull all the 3rd
graders in the combo and teach them their math curriculum, while the combo
teacher was left behind with the second graders and taught them their math curriculum. Oh, how I would
have died to have this type of support
during my awful combo year!!! However, it was not a time to be bitter. No
matter the situation, I needed to find the joy in my assignment, and I did!!
Now, to this past (school) year: my sixth year of teaching. About
2 weeks before school started I was hired as a Read 180 teacher for a third
year at the school I was at the previous year. After attending a training a
week before the first official teacher day, I got a call. A teacher (a former
colleague and friend) decided to extend her maternity leave and take a full
year leave of absence. As luck would have it, I was next in line on the rehire
list and was offered this “temporary” assignment for the entire school year!
Hallelujah, I was full time once again!! I was nervous and thrilled at the same
time. Why nervous? I felt like I had been “out of the game” for two years.
Somehow, in my mind, teaching part-time for two years meant I had lost my
teaching skills. Talk about irrational thinking! The truth was that I was in
familiar territory. I was returning to a campus I had taught at before AND I
was teaching 3rd grade (a STRAIGHT 3rd grade
class…phew)!! With the exception of a few bumps along the way, it was a good
year. J
So, that brings me to this year: my seventh year of
teaching! I am teaching 6th grade for the very first time. Even after
six years of teaching experience, I feel like I’m fresh out of college and like
I am a complete newbie. You would think all the change and movement I
experienced the previous years would make me immune to this feeling, but that
is not the case. However, in my “sane” moments I realize that I am new to sixth
grade, NOT new to teaching, and that makes all the difference. I know HOW to
teach; I have a wealth of experience, as is well detailed above.
Thank you for reading my first (super long) blog! Please feel free to share similar
experiences. Happy Blogging!
Priscilla