So, I’ve been doing this for a week and a day. I’m still struggling with how much to say about my actual pupils, but I have a lot to say about teaching and my head-first dive into it, so here goes nothing.
Thing the first: I am insane. Does anyone else know anyone who, with absolutely no prior experience teaching actual children, decides to take a job teaching actual children? First graders? Here’s the thing. I’ve spent an enormous amount of time care-taking for children. Two solid years, in fact, of part- to full-time childcare. And I’m damned good at it. Because the way I always approached working with children is to show them interest, respect, and a sense of fun off the bat, and win them over with sugar and a firm sense of consistency.
Imagine me, then, in a raft in the middle of the ocean, and that firm sense of consistency is all I’ve got left. I can’t get these kids under my rule with respect and a sense of fun. I’ve got to be tough as nails. Has anyone noticed that I’m not actually tough as nails?
Thing the Second: I remember being a child. I remember the seemingly arbitrary judgements thrown on us by teachers, the “No!”s and the “Not now!”s and all those things. I REMEMBER thinking they were unfair and thoughtless.
Guess what? One week and one day and I’m throwing out “Only if you sit DOWN first!”s and “Did I tell you to do that?”s with the BEST of them. And do you know what it feels like? It feels like there’s a middle line of ineffective, ineffectual teaching that straddles the divide between Good Teaching and Bad Teaching (that is to say, NOT Teaching). It feels like I’m constantly being tugged down onto the level of Ineffectuality by these pronouncements and judgments that classroom management forces me to make.
I want to be a good teacher. That is to say, I genuinely care about these kids and I KNOW I have something to offer them and more than that, I know they deserve it, possibly twice as much as their more well-endowed counterparts across the East River. And I know they can do it. And I know I can help them. But everytime I have to sink back down to the level of snapping my fingers for attention, or raising my voice (even if I’m raising my voice in a controlled way), I feel like I’m veering from teaching into corralling.
And you veterans out there, I know you will tell me that corralling is necessary for classroom management. And I know you will probably tell me that a stern hand and follow-through on consequences is vital, and in this neighborhood, chances are that school might be the only place they’re getting structure.
But I want to actually teach them. I don’t want to just herd them into lines all the time. I want to share with them.
Thing the Third: Forget everything I’ve just said. I know I’m getting through to them, but it’s little tiny battles all the time and it’s harder and more challenging than every single thing I’ve ever done, including writing and the learning curve is impossibly steep. I’ve made some stupid mistakes – not giving full weight to the incomprehensible heirarchy of a child’s understanding of fairness is one. Saying yes simply because I was being badgered by a child is another.
But I’m learning, and learning requires setting up all these almost nonsensical rules and processes for the classroom that really seem to get in the damned WAY of teaching. So I’m trying new things all the time, which is inconsistent.
Didn’t I start that section by saying I know I’m doing well? I’m trying to trust that I’m doing well. It’s hard.
Oh, Thing the Forth: Kids? They’re cunning little things. And sometimes, I need to remember that it’s not that I’m not getting through to them – it’s that they’re not letting me. But they will.
Relatedly, I read some Shel Silverstein poems to them today and they loved it. Baby steps.

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