I did it; I survived week one!
Here’s what you missed on last week’s episode—I mean column: I was nervous about starting my first week of student observations at William Adams Middle School in Alice.
Well I can proudly say that I got through it mostly unscathed. These kids nowadays are rough.
I sound about 107 years old for saying that but they are definitely nothing like I remember when I was their age.
I was there for all of about fifteen minutes when my friend and I witnessed an almost fight break out in the hallway.
A couple of girls were fighting and cussing at each other and trying to push.
Nothing escalated too far and the principal pushed them apart and made them go to class but it was like a bucket of water was poured on my head reminding me that these weren’t cute little elementary school kids.
Middle school is a rough and awkward transition time where puberty starts and half of the kids feel too young for high school and the other half feels like they’re too good for high school.
I was very apprehensive (incase you couldn’t tell) about being in Alice. I hadn’t heard the greatest things about the kids there and while I’m aware the reputation of one district might not always hold true, I was still worried.
I will say that just like every district or area, there are of course the troublesome kids but I’ve seen some really good kids too.
Maybe my eyes are adjusting to the teacher glasses, but in just this week with the kids, I’ve found myself psychoanalyzing a lot of them.
I can see the smart ones that are pushed aside as the troublemakers of the class keep them weighed down.
I can see the kid constantly getting up from his seat and refusing to complete simple tasks because he isn’t getting attention from home.
It really is a difficult age and you know what, someone has to teach them.
Someone has to get that tough skin of their own to get through to these kids while they’re still young enough to not be completely worn-out by the world. Dramatic much? Sorry I’m getting a little deep here.
I only have two groups of kids that I get to see and I can tell they’re warming up to me. I’ve been called “miss” more times this week than I can count. “Miss, how old are you? Miss, where’d you get your watch? Miss, are you coming back tomorrow?”
It’s amusing to say the least. I should feel flattered that instead of dismissing me and trying to walk all over me, they want to know more about me.
It sort of makes my day when they get sad that it’s time for me to leave and they wave me out, saying bye until I’m out the door.
The staff at the school has been so great. I like my mentor teacher and I feel like she and I will get along really well.
All the teachers and workers have been so great and accommodating. I can really tell that they want us to get the most from being with them.
I’m incredibly grateful for that welcoming environment; it will make the rest of the semester fly by and I’ll have to say goodbye to them before I know it. I mean they already made my ‘Staff’ name badge so I’m totally official now—picture and everything.
Big picture: this week was a good experience but it wasn’t without its difficulties.
These kids are fun at times but then suddenly they’re distracted by something. I saw students walk out of class and I saw one get written up.
Getting these kids to focus and care is one of the biggest challenges I’ve noticed from my first week. Not the most ideal situation but I’ll try.
I had a brief moment of frustration away from the students but I had my instructor from TAMUK there to give me the words of encouragement I needed.
I didn’t choose to go into teaching because of a big paycheck or because I thought it would be easy.
It’s so far from either one of those things. Being a teacher is a constant struggle with new hurdles to jump at every turn.
I guess Forrest Gump was right; life really is like a box of chocolates.
You never know what you’re gonna get.