But only 28% as teachers. According to TFA, anyway.
I keep hearing about corps members having left or planning to leave classroom teaching to go into “education policy” and it honestly makes me queasy.
Am I missing something here? Someone convince me that it’s a positive thing that people who taught for like two years, and either didn’t like it enough or weren’t good enough at it to stick with it, will make decisions about what happens in my classroom.
Maybe I should edit this to make it more charitable. I don’t know.
When I first started teaching here, only one of my ELL students was literate in her first language. Now everyone in my school is able to read and write his or her first language in at least a rudimentary way. One of my students wrote a poem last week. I cried like a doofus. I…
read more »Great news! The heater in my new school building works, without even leaking kerosene or anything! Of course, I found this out because it kicked in yesterday when I was shelving textbooks. Because it was 41 degrees outside. That is a little questionable for midday in early August even by local standards. All the old…
read more »First day back at work! I looked in the mirror this morning and realized that I really need to get a haircut and some new pants before the kids show up. The students won’t care, but my boss has this crazy notion that teachers shouldn’t look like they just returned from fish camp. They are…
read more »As I may have mentioned a few times, I have issues with wealthy people. One of my best friends, who grew up rich, once pointed out to me that I was a huge bigot, to which I replied that obviously I couldn’t be a bigot, as some of my best friends – well, okay, just her, but still – were rich people. She didn’t find that terribly amusing, and after I added that, yeah, rich people are dangerous, but she was cool because she didn’t act like your stereotypical rich person, she didn’t talk to me for about a week.
read more »My principal hired me sight unseen – in fact, we never even talked on the phone or emailed until the first day of district orientation – so it’s interesting to read about you newbies interviewing for your positions. And by “interesting,” I mean “I am entertained by your suffering.” I was one of approximately four thousand CMs at my school. The school building itself was a crisp gleaming piece of modern prison architecture, and the principal was competent and honest, even if the rumor mill was accurate and she originally got her job through sweet, sweet nepotism. The district couldn’t hire or retain local teachers for love or money, though (more on that later), so we didn’t run into that grumble grumble carpetbagging do-gooders sentiment that CMs elsewhere did. The handful of real teachers in my department snuggled me to their bosoms, in one case literally.
read more »Institute! I hear Institute sucks less now, which is good for all you people who are about to do it. I made friends early on with a couple of people who are almost as awesome at slacking as I am, and we determined that if it was impossible for us to both sleep and do all the assigned work, then it was impossible for Institute staff to both sleep and check all our work. Newbies out there, don’t take that as advice – for all I know, TFA is now staffed entirely by robots – but I’ll tell you what, I had quite a lot of unsanctioned fun. Of course, my version of fun includes things like “natural history museums” and “taking photos of unintentionally humorous signage,” but whatever, the point is, I was not particularly stressed out by the workload. The class I was “student teaching” (those are scare quotes, as opposed to the above quotes which are not scare quotes – I think I overuse quotes – quotes and dashes and parentheses and conjunctions and I have to stop this aside now) had me, three other CMs, and the actual teacher, so the amount of instruction I was responsible for was minimal. Since my tentative placement then was as a secondary ELA/reading teacher, of course at Institute I was responsible for elementary science. My advisor, straight-faced, assured me that the same teaching principals applied. Ah, TFA.
read more »This clip from Treme is illustrative on about three levels. Oh, Davis.
read more »So, yeah, TFA. By now you may be wondering how a doofus like me got in. Well, I will tell you. I am assuming I made it to the interview by virtue of my amazing application essay, which was honest in the same sense that supermarket meat that has been plumped up with water to make it look fresher and juicier is honest. It was a true story, just like that chicken breast is a real chicken breast, but the story was treated with a saccarine solution to…okay, this metaphor is dead. Never mind. Anyway, I told some really sweet story about how my school counselor never gave up on my punk ass, and how I’d like to be that kind of a person, and the story was true but I painted it through the Thomas Kinkaide filter instead of the (more honest to my upbringing) Heironymus Bosch filter.
read more »So, technically I’m a TFA alum, despite the fact that I was a really terrible corps member. Mind you, I was and am a kick-ass teacher, but my failings as a TFAer were legion. Luckily for me, the nice TFA staffer directly responsible for me was seriously overworked, and didn’t have time to deal with my crap beyond the occasional half-hearted verbal warning. Apparently “NO MORE STABBINGS” is not a suitable big hairy audacious goal for your second year in the classroom…who knew?
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