[Editor’s note: Miss Brave is the pseudonym for a first-year elementary school writing teacher.]
It’s no secret that I’m struggling as a new teacher. And because the most important thing I learned from my student teaching experience was not to keep quiet about it, everyone from my boyfriend to my assistant principal knows that I’m struggling. All of those people are full of advice, and one piece of advice I’ve gotten from everyone from my nana to my faculty mentor is: “It’s only a job.”
“It’s only a job,” said my grandmother. “At the end of the day, it’s a job they’re paying you to do” (“They’re not paying me enough,” I replied) “and you just do the best you can.”
“It’s only a job,” said my mentor. “You need to get out of the building, go have lunch with people, and not stress yourself out so much.”
That’s why in some ways I’m trying to look at this year as my Devil Wears Prada year. You know the story: She works at a soul-sucking job for a year that causes her to hate her life, but at the end of it comes experience and along with it, something better. Only in my case, the devil is three feet tall and wears a white button-down shirt.
But ask any teacher why they went into teaching, and nine times out of ten they’ll tell you it was because they wanted to accomplish something bigger, to make a difference in children’s lives, to do something extraordinary. Teachers don’t become teachers just because they want any old job; they become teachers because they want to do something more.
So it’s not only a job when Child Protective Services comes to school in the middle of the day to remove one of my students because of suspected parental abuse. It’s not only a job when children come to me crying because someone hurt their feelings. And to be honest, I don’t think I’d be a very good teacher if I felt that way. For all my faults as a teacher, I think one of my strengths is my ability to see potential in every single one of my students, even the ones that drive me to tears because they’re so defiant and so disruptive.
I wish it were “only a job.” I wish I knew how to compartmentalize my life and leave my concerns at school instead of taking them home with me. I wish I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night worrying about what to do with my kindergarteners on Monday morning. And I wish I was at the end of the year, at the point where I could tell my own war stories to new teachers: “Oh, yeah, I cried every day, I wanted to quit thousands of times,” I’d say nonchalantly.
But instead of being only a job, it’s only October. And it’s back to the devil tomorrow morning.
2 Comments:
1 karenbeth
· Oct 26, 2007 at 10:37 am
Dear Miss Brave:
Your first year is the toughest one to get through. The second is somewhat better. The main this is to stick with the career. In time your job almost becomes second nature. You may, in time, actually laugh at the idea of lesson plans since almost everything in ingrained within your head. Think about the fine pension that is available and the additional TDA option to further increase you retirement funds. I don’t know your age, but you may qualify for the 55/25 pension, too? Remember that any new career is challenging at the beginning.
So, don’t give up because it will get better!
2 free2b
· Nov 13, 2007 at 7:49 am
Yes, that sounds great but picture being a working mother with a new career as a teacher and juggling it all. I felt very disoriented and I even fell asleep while helping my son with his homework. It was wearing me out but for some reason I kept going every single day. I finally quit because I just couldn’t live my life crying everyday over my teaching job. I wished that I had the support that I needed at school to stick it out. I often think about teaching and I wished I could have stayed. When you see a new teacher, please say hello and introduce yourself and offer your support because it can really make a big difference.