I don’t know what to write because I don’t know where to start. I arrived at my first day of professional development (PD) exactly one month ago, and I haven’t stopped working or thinking about my kids since. I take breaks to sleep for 6-8 hours every night, but pretty much every other second is spent trying to figure out how I can be the best possible teacher for my kids.
There are 37 that I teach this semester, but there’s another dozen who just stop by my room to chat, and another batch of 40 new ones waiting for me for next semester. At least 93% of them qualify for and receive free or reduced lunch. I teach a 17-year old mother of a 3-year old child. I’m sure I have more parents than that, but honestly, I’m too afraid of the answer to ask. Three of my 37 have already been suspended this year. Most of them have never been on an airplane. They laughed when I told them I’d been to Paris but not Myrtle Beach. I have a dozen seniors, and none of them have taken the SAT or ACT. I teach Algebra I to a class of juniors. I have two students who don’t speak English. A significant amount of my kids don’t have internet at home. They don’t understand the concept of fractions (to them, 1/2 plus 1/2 is 2/4) and negative numbers are even more foreign.
I love them with the whole of my heart and I want to help them see that the world is their oyster. But some days I just don’t even know where to start.