Today has just been one of those days. First off, let me tell you that the image you see next to this post is NOT of my classroom. As a matter of fact it is not of ANY of the classrooms in my shool. This is the fantasy classroom that they have you look at and visit BEFORE you become a teacher.
Now that I think about it, I strongly believe that the teachers and students that are in those classrooms are actors paid way more than I to fool me into becoming a teacher.
Clearly, I was duped!
I was sent to a fake classroom. I am sure if I tried to go back to that school the classroom would not exist. As a matter of fact, the school itself would not exist. There would be a new Chipotle or something of the like.
Anyway, I teach third grade to a wonderful group of students that I taught in first grade. See, I am a first grade teacher. No, I don't think you get it I AM A FIRST GRADE TEACHER. I can teach your baby to read, write and probably speak a little Creole in 180 days (that's the school year y'all). This year, I am struggling to become a third grade teacher.
Third grade is...different.
Different because these babies need diffenent things.
So what does a newly third grade 1st grade teacher do?
Look at every blog on the web!!
What tickles me is that everyone of those blogs has some happy woman with three kids and a dog at home and a husband that is the VP at (insert bank here). These chicks are making crafts to rival Martha Stewart. They then turn their blogs into money making ventures (sometimes bankrolled by Mr. InsertBankHere and become well respected teachers, mentors, and write books that change the face of teaching.
This...however...is not that blog.
This is the blog of an inner city first grade teacher trying desperatly to become a third grade teacher. This is the story of a teacher who constantly challenges the system while trying to hold on to my good county job. This is the story of a teacher who desperately wants her kids to pass this stupid assemement. This is the story of me getting angry with the status quo.
And this all happened...ON THE 72ND DAY OF SCHOOL!
Now that I think about it, I strongly believe that the teachers and students that are in those classrooms are actors paid way more than I to fool me into becoming a teacher.
Clearly, I was duped!
I was sent to a fake classroom. I am sure if I tried to go back to that school the classroom would not exist. As a matter of fact, the school itself would not exist. There would be a new Chipotle or something of the like.
Anyway, I teach third grade to a wonderful group of students that I taught in first grade. See, I am a first grade teacher. No, I don't think you get it I AM A FIRST GRADE TEACHER. I can teach your baby to read, write and probably speak a little Creole in 180 days (that's the school year y'all). This year, I am struggling to become a third grade teacher.
Third grade is...different.
Different because these babies need diffenent things.
So what does a newly third grade 1st grade teacher do?
Look at every blog on the web!!
What tickles me is that everyone of those blogs has some happy woman with three kids and a dog at home and a husband that is the VP at (insert bank here). These chicks are making crafts to rival Martha Stewart. They then turn their blogs into money making ventures (sometimes bankrolled by Mr. InsertBankHere and become well respected teachers, mentors, and write books that change the face of teaching.
This...however...is not that blog.
This is the blog of an inner city first grade teacher trying desperatly to become a third grade teacher. This is the story of a teacher who constantly challenges the system while trying to hold on to my good county job. This is the story of a teacher who desperately wants her kids to pass this stupid assemement. This is the story of me getting angry with the status quo.
And this all happened...ON THE 72ND DAY OF SCHOOL!