Dear Me (Six Augusts Ago)

A little over a week was left till the school year began.  This was your first teaching position, alone, in your own classroom.  Who said you could have the training wheels taken off?  All of a sudden, the time spent student teaching seems too short.  A mix of euphoria and nervousness settles into the pit of your stomach.  It turns into a game of counting sheep for nights leading up to the first day of school: Your. First. Teaching. Position. Alone. In. Your. Own. Classroom.  

You stepped right into the-end-of-summer-vacation tradition started by teachers before you: you got into your classroom the week before you actually started teaching.  Cleaned out all of the old, dust-ridden 1970's English books, the random beading supplies and rock-hard sculpting clay.  September of 2007, your classroom went from being a language arts and art classroom to now housing only seventh grade mathematics.  (As a matter of fact and some readers are probably wondering with me, why did you not save the beads?  Those are valuable math manipulatives. However, that will be a later discussion).   Essentially, you started what you should have done every summer after: de-cluttering whatever was collected that year before.  In every teacher, there is a small hoarder living inside, screaming to save the 30 broken white crayons and 12 half-used notebooks.  Rule of thumb you will learn the hard way when years later, you will have to move classrooms and trash fifteen bags worth of your six-year long collection: if it was not used in the past year, trash, recycle or pass along to someone who (thinks) can use it.

Sharing or giving leads to meeting and making new relationships - along with smiles.  I wish someone would have told you would need any way possible to get into the previously created cliques.   Even if you could not find any teacher to take those brittle, yellow-paged English textbooks, this could have helped you meet new coworkers.  Sweating in unity, the last few days of your summers off and stepping in with an "offering" can be icebreakers.  Summers later, you will finally notice s^3 works: smile, sweat, and share.

Speaking of people, you brought your posse to help - mother, 17 year old brother, and best friend, who helped you clean, set up bulletin boards, and arrange desks.  By enlisting the help of any victim around you with any free time, you got your classroom in tip top shape. Garfield the Cat motivational poster was up. Variables and Patterns word wall was finished. The student supply center was organized.  Always keep looking for those volunteers and keep them coming <insert your choice of "offering" here>.  

Once you got the physical space of your classroom organized, you went into the management portion. You drew up a seating arrangement with names jotted in and thought of some classroom rules.  Boy, that first year was rough. Your second year, you will do much better. That Harry Wong book will come in handy, helping you create clear classroom expectations and a math contract directed to both students and their parents, informing them of your procedures and course outline.  However, this, too, you will change. As years go on, students will help you create the classroom expectations, taking ownership of what behavior is acceptable. You will eventually create a classroom website that will house all of this information, putting the responsibility on your students if they lose any copies.  Go ahead and introduce your website on day one.  Your sanity, the environment and your school's ten year old copy machine will thank you.  You should have done all of this from day one on year one of your teaching career.  Classroom management should never be an after-thought, especially if you cherish your sanity.  As a matter of fact, since your school is organized into learning communities, you should have used the house teachers for help in this area.  You could have saved yourself many headaches tackling the behavior problems that would arise, low homework completion rates, and understanding the overall running of the school if you would have hunted the veteran teachers down.  (I can attest, they are friendlier than they seem and willing to be used).

Who knew so much would go into that week before starting your first day of your new life as a teacher, huh?

You did well in the culminating step: picking out the outfit.  You wanted to strut into your classroom first day of school and mean business, not blend in with your 24 taller-than-you seventh graders.  Even though this meant saving your Forever 21 inspired outfit for later on in the school year.   You wore something professional that made YOU feel in charge.  You knew exactly which outfit that was: your high-waist, knee-length black pencil skirt with a 3/4 sleeve, burgundy, button-down shirt tucked in.  Oh, and you didn't forget about those things that go on your feet. You made sure they were comfortable but gave you that extra humph.  As a 4'11 woman, you knew that extra humph meant three-inch, black pumps.

Fast-forward six Augusts later, to 2013.  You are now about to begin your seventh year of teaching.  You have entered into the last-week-of-summer countdown.  Teacher routine activate!  Even though you are no longer that first year teacher, you remain reflective, (better) prepped, and open to the new challenges ahead, though that feeling of counting sheep will never leave you.  

Sincerely,

Me (Six Augusts Later)