Doing My Job

 

First, the positives. Yesterday I received this card and flowers from the my school in condolence for Wayne’s passing. Beautiful, and many personal messages on the card for Jim and me.

Second, the Behavior Specialist came in my chaotic 5th period so I could meet with each student about their project. If she wasn’t there, I would have never gotten through them all. As it was, it took up to the very last minute, and some students were absent. I am tremendously grateful for her support. I won’t be seeing these students their next two class periods, and I needed to be sure they had a clear direction. It’s the way I do my job.

But the day was a whirlwind, and started out a bit frustrating. Here is what I wrote in my journal:

I cried in frustration AGAIN during PLC and I hate that. Everyone tells me I shouldn’t be the teacher I am. I know it is supposed to make me feel like I can take the pressure off of myself. Yet, I’m tired of that message. And I’m also tired of “solutions” that do not work.

I knew from the start the intensity of this project wouldn’t be fruitful for all kids. WHY IS THAT SUCH A BAD THING TO ACKNOWLEDGE? I don’t think they should have to be left behind because my life blew up.

I believe if I have flexibility and do what I can to reach all learners, I am doing my job. Giving them alternate ways to learn the same skills seems a natural part of the education process to me. I push against other teachers telling me it isn’t necessary. 

I think it is. If I’m doing my job. And despite my constant absences, I am thoroughly dedicated to get the job done. Call me crazy…but I don’t think that will change.