Heart of a 4th grade teacher
So I have made the move across country. I have gotten my certification. I have started the job. It is a job I didn’t even want to interview for, but I reminded myself it is not easy to get into public school in IL and I had to go. I dragged myself down to the school that August morning and landed a job. I was going to teach 6th grade Language Arts and Social Studies…..to Special Ed. I know enough about myself to know that I have strength and patience, but just not enough for spec ed. I was told the students were mostly 4th grade level and ADHD - well, gees that doesn’t sound so spec ed to me. That’s what I was coming from. Then I started and saw what it really was.
With half of the first quarter gone, I’m still not seeing the class I was told about in the interview. These students are all over the map in ability - from not even recognizing their own last name on a flashcard, to me wondering why they are even in my class to begin with. Now pile on the behavior disabilities, throw in two MMR students who stare at me blankly when asked the most basic of questions, and you’ve got my mix. I have my work cut out for me. It is the hardest job I’ve ever had.
Walking back from PE last week, I just wanted to crumble up and whine and whine and whine, then whine some more. I just had a little mental pity party and found myself saying that I am a 4th grade teacher stuck in a junior high. I feel completely trapped and dread going to school everyday. I count down the days between days off, hoping that reminding myself there is a small break coming will get me through that week.
Every morning I try to muster up the positive energy and smiles and every day by 10 they are gone. It is exhausting trying to pretend that I am happy at my new job. I can’t give up though. I couldn’t imagine the guilt and shame I would feel if my students could ever tell how I was feeling.