I’ve
heard from practicing teachers that the semester or year-long student teaching
experience we all have to go through is one of the toughest years of teaching. With
only two weeks of student teaching completed, I shouldn’t be able to agree with
this… but I agree. This past week was a challenge for me, emotionally and
physically. In my last post, I mentioned that I would be teaching my first math
lesson on coordinate points. My teacher had me plan lessons for three days,
Wednesday-Friday, encouraging me to keep everything flexible. This is how each
day went:
Day
1: Introduction to Coordinate Points
Day
2: Review and Movement of Points
We
began the lesson by reviewing plotting with a warm-up worksheet. The students
complained a lot more than the previous day. One girl told me to my face that
she hated me. Another girl said she wanted her math teacher from last year to
teach her. A boy said he thought this stuff was stupid. All of this happened
within the first ten minutes of class. I was so thrown-off, that I didn’t know
how to respond. That’s when my teacher had to step in and yell at the students,
telling them that they needed to treat me with respect and treat me like a real
teacher. At that point, I was losing my confidence in taking over the class. My
teacher took one of the students outside of the classroom to discuss her
behavior… this gave two other students the perfect opportunity to start a
fight. Both students were yelling and swearing at each other. Another student teacher
and I had to break it up and separate them.
That
entire class period, I felt like nothing was going right. I lost control of the
class, the students were talking back, and I almost didn’t get the lesson
finished. My teacher debriefed my lesson with me and told me not to be
disheartened. He said that the students were trying to test me the past couple
of days to see how far they could push me before I gave into them. He explained
to me that I had to be tougher, and I couldn’t be afraid to raise my voice at
them. I couldn’t show them that they were getting to me, because once I did
that, I would lose the class for the rest of my time with them.
I
left school that day feeling so defeated. I was stressed and disappointed in
myself for not being able to manage the class. I was so grateful for my family
and Alexis that night because they helped me to stay positive and gave me ideas
on how to react in different situations that came up in the classroom. They
motivated me to think about the positive experiences I had with the students
from last week and the progress I had already made outside of the classroom.
Day
3: Movement of Points and Creating Shapes
My
teacher took the day off, so I was put to the test right away! I put my “teacher-face”
on as soon as I stepped into the classroom. Surprisingly, the students worked
really well together, and we went through the entire period without anyone
disrespecting me. One of the students tried to get me to cut class short so
that he could study for a science quiz, but I stood my ground and said that I
wouldn’t do that since my lesson required the full 50 minutes and that studying
was meant to be done outside of class. He definitely didn’t like that, but I
could see that he knew I was right. It’s safe to say that I walked out of that
period smiling because it went a lot better than the previous day.
Remember
Sarah from a couple posts ago? She didn’t like me very much from the beginning…
Sarah told me in front of everyone in the class that she actually liked me! I
was speechless for a few seconds, but I couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Are
you kidding me?! You hated me from the minute I walked in!” Sarah shrugged, and
said, “You’ve grown on me. I don’t mind you anymore.” We had a moment there,
and we both ended up laughing. She even came to me at the end of the day and
asked me to sit with her during her advisory period (which is usually my prep
period), so I agreed! I’m taking any chance I get to connect with my students!
This
past week was a challenge, but I know that these experiences will help me to
become a stronger teacher. In my sister’s words: “If you can survive teaching 8th
graders at CPS, you can survive teaching any other grade.” I’m continuing this
experience with an open mind and want to see how I can make myself a better,
more effective teacher. I’m hoping that this week goes smoothly, but I’m taking
it one day at a time.
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