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Second thoughts

William, my editor-in-chief, made a comment about my last post.  According to him, the recent post does not compare to the caliber of my other posts.  In one word, it was “boring!”  My answer to him:  I didn’t write this post to please anyone.  I wrote it because I wanted to get it off my chest with the hopes that it would help me get over my depression. 

Which begs the question, has writing the post helped?  My answer:  yes and no.  I’m slowly getting over my misery but it is not completely gone away and I doubt that I will get rid of it soon.  There are always thoughts of things I could have done or should have done that creep into my mind and bring me back to my feelings of inadequacy.  Doesn’t help much that William has to ask me as often as possible, how my state mind is, is it better than it was 5 days ago, am I happy… etc.  I know he means well, but every time he asks me these questions I am just reminded of everything I want to forget.

I’m trying really hard to think positively.  Like I’ve said before, everything happens for a reason.  This being said, considering classroom management is my weakness, facing this experience will only help make me a better teacher.  William tells me to look at this experience as a teacher’s boot camp, and that is how I’m trying to view it.  What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger… right?  Right!

It’s been so long

As William kindly reminded me, it’s been a more than a month since I last blogged and I’ve left you all hanging with my last post.  Life, since I have started working, has had its challenges and has been filled with highs, lows, and really, low lows.  I have been extremely busy adjusting to my new role as a working mother and it hasn’t been easy. 

My day usually starts around 5:00 am when the annoying alarm on my phone goes off.  I lie in bed for another half hour or so and then drag my heavy, sleep deprived body out of bed.  Then the morning goes as follows:  take a shower, get breakfast ready for the kids, prepare Aidan’s lunch box, wake up the kids, feed them breakfast, get myself dressed, get the kids dressed, head out the door, drop the babies off at daycare, and finally get to school.  Thankfully, William (who takes Aidan to the Montessori) has recently taken over the responsibility of getting Aidan fed and ready for Montessori.  Apparently, I was taking too long getting Aidan ready and it was making William late for work.  I’m glad that I have one less child to deal with in the morning, but I have to say that William has the easier child.  He has the one that has finally learned to behave (for the most part), can brush his own teeth, and get himself ready in the morning as long as you tell him what he has to wear.  I, on the other hand, am stuck with the babies who require constant attention and fight with me when I try to change their diapers. 

Anyway, as I was saying…. I’m usually in school till about 5:00 pm, some days later.  By the time I pick Mark and Caitlin up from day care and get home I am too tired to even think about what to do for dinner.  It is exhausting to even consider cooking, especially when the babies are starving and tired.  That’s when the take out menu becomes my best friend.  In fact, last week alone we had take out at least twice.  By the way, I don’t think my waist line is able to handle all this feasting I am doing.  By 8:00 pm the kids are fed, showered, and put down for the night.  I am exhausted and all I want to do is go to bed, but there is still a lot of work to be done.  I still have grading to do, lessons to plan, emails to answer, materials to prepare, etc.  I usually end up going to bed closer to midnight.  This is basically the routine for the week.

Come Friday I can’t even think straight.  In fact, last Friday, the family and I went out for dinner after work.  I had a hard time staying awake during the drive home.  My plan, once we got home, was to lay down for a bit in order to gather up my energy to put the kids to bed, but things didn’t go as planned.  Yes, I was able to lie down, but instead of gaining energy to do the task at hand, I found myself in a comatose state, unable to move even to help William put the kids down.  I didn’t get out of this coma until early Saturday morning.  That is how exhausted I was.

All in all though, life hasn’t been so bad.  Sure it has been crazy and hectic, but I think I am slowly learning how to handle it.  I’m not all there yet but I think by the end of this school year, I’ll be able to deal with my crazy life… or so I hope 🙂  For now I am in “survival mode” and I try to get through my challenges one day at a time.

Sinking in quick sand

Work does not officially start till tomorrow and already I feel overwhelmed, frustrated, lost, etc.   I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me but I wasn’t aware of its magnitude.

So here is the gist of it:

I emailed the VP about two weeks ago asking for some information so that I could get a head start on my preparation.  Never received a reply.  Friday last week got a letter in the mail from the school (it was a mass mailing to all the school’s teachers) stating the schedule for the upcoming week.  Letter also says that we can come in before our contracted start date to get our classroom organize… yay, that sounds good. 

Go in on Monday, with all three kids, to get my classroom key and survey what I needed to do with my room… apparently a lot.  Go introduce myself to the next door teacher.  Turns out she will be my mentor teacher… yay again, as I’ve heard really nice things about her teaching style.  She says that we need to meet so that we could go over what supplies I need, etc, and my kids can tag along to the meeting.  I know better about bringing the kids but I am desperate to get stated and organized.  I agree and ask what time she will be in on Tuesday (as I try to stop the kids from grabbing at her stuff).  She says, around 11 am.  I say okay, I should be here.  I arrange with William to watch the kids Tuesday morning so that I can meet with mentor teacher, hoping to have at least one “kid-free” hour with her.

Go in on Tuesday morning and find out from another teacher that I won’t be meeting with mentor teacher alone; she has scheduled a Math team meeting for 11:30 am.  What?  Had I known this was going to be a more formal meeting I would have tried to reschedule it for a later time.  We also had an impromptu meeting with the principal.  William had meetings scheduled for the afternoon so he drops the kids off at school on his way to work.  The kids behave during the meeting with the principal.  We go to the mentor’s room for the team meeting. 

My big mistake is permitting Aidan to play with the computer in her room.  He starts messing with it and I tell him no more computer.  He freaks out.  I put him in my room hoping he will calm down.  Not happening!  He spends the next hour or so screaming at the top of his lungs and we can hear it in the next room.  By now it’s past 1 pm and past the babies nap time.  Mark and Caitlin are wandering round the room, pulling stuff, going under tables, getting in to boxes, etc.  At one point Caitlin is running around with scissors!  I spend the meeting chasing after the kids and apologizing for them and for myself.  The mentor says its okay but I am not feeling reassured.  Towards the end of the meeting Mark poops.  I don’t want to be rude and I’m still grasp at important information that I am missing because I am running after the kids so I don’t want to leave the meeting.  I cringe every time Mark passes the table thinking about how everybody has to suffer through Mark’s foul odor.  By now Caitlin is complaining because she is tired.  Then she poops.  At two o’clock I tell the mentor I can’t do it anymore.  The kids are tired and the babies have pooped. 

I stay a little bit longer to have her look and critique my classroom policies and procedures handout.  I change the babies diapers.  Then with a backpack filled with 2 heavy teacher edition books, a diaper bag, a plastic bag containing two dirty diapers, a still crying Aidan, and two tired babies, I leave the school with whatever shreds of dignity and pride I can muster up.  I’m thinking about how I have just destroyed any image I may have of being a capable teacher.  If I am looking frustrated when my kids are getting into everything and I can’t even handle my own kids, how am I going to be able to handle 150 teenagers?  What must my mentor and the other math teachers thing of me?

I’m in a daze for the rest of the day.  After the kids go to bed I stare at the computer for hours not knowing what to do next.  I finally get up and head to Walmart and wander the aisles aimlessly.  I go out to the parking lot and can’t remember where my car is.  I’m a mess and my brain is like mush.  There is a lot of things I need to do before Friday of next week but I don’t know what it is I need to do.  Most of that information was discussed at the meeting today but I obviously didn’t hear it.  I sent an email to mentor teacher last night hoping to schedule a meeting with her for when I didn’t have to watch the kids.  Still waiting to hear from her.

I start work tomorrow at 7:45 am.  I’ll be in meetings all the way till 4:00 pm.  This is basically my schedule till school starts on August 4.  I need to get my room set up before Meet-the-Teacher night on August 1.  With the school closing at 5 pm I only have a limited time to get my room organized before next Friday.  I don’t know where to start.  I don’t know what I need in terms of supplies.  I know I need pens and paper, beyond that I am clueless and lost.

I feel helpless.

Edited to add:  Received a reply from mentor.  She is going to meet me tomorrow (Thursday) after I get done with all my other meetings.  All hope is not lost… yet.

Change in the wind

I know I have mentioned it earlier but I have never officially stated it.  It is official.  Starting July 24th I will not only be a mother of three, I will also be an 8th grade math teacher for the Higley Unified School District.  I am excited and nervous about this new path in my life.  I hope I can be a teacher that inspires my students to excel.

Excellence can be found even under a rock. ~ Spongebob Square Pants

Seeing red

I believed William when he told me that I would not be making any money my first year of teaching because of all the expenses we have.  But I didn’t know how bad it was going to be until I sat down tonight and itemized all my expenses – day care, life insurance, vision insurance, short-term disability insurance, etc.  OMG!  My heart sank.  I won’t be making any money at all!  In fact, it looks like I’m going to be owing money to my employer or getting a negative pay check (if there is such a thing).  It’s absolutely horrible!

I know you are wondering why I’m putting myself through this torture only so I can be in a financial hole.  It’s for my boys.  It’s so that William and I can afford to send them to preschool.  Aidan greatly benefited from his preschool experience last year.  It would be a crime not to expose him to that environment again this year.  And I know Mark is ready for that challenge too.  Me staying home would be great for Caitlin and myself, but I know my boys would lose out on this deal.  It would be unfair to them.

*Sigh* What have I signed up for?  Other than the boys going to preschool, I don’t see anything else positive coming out of this experience (at least for this year).  I’m forced to put Caitlin in day care and I’m going to be dead broke!

My ray of light is the knowledge that things will get better by the end of next year.  Aidan will be starting kindergarten then and Mark will hopefully be potty trained (diaper expenses go down).  So basically I have to suffer for one year as I work towards giving my boys a better life and a jump start on their education.  I’ll just have to remember this “piece of sunshine” when I get my first (second, third, fourth… ) negative paycheck(s).

Ain’t life grand!  Ugh!!!  🙁