Being a teacher is hard work. I put in long hours filled with planning, writing, analyzing, grading, thinking, and considering the impact a particular lesson will have on that student that is struggling. I ask myself questions like “Is this going to make him or her frustrated because it’s too difficult?” and “This student really needs to be more engaged. Is this material going to stretch his or her brain enough to make it meaningful?”
I struggle with these questions and more on a daily basis. I truly want to be the best teacher that I can be, and with that expectation for myself, you can only imagine what I expect from my students. I found out today that more than 75% of the students at my school are not reading at grade level. 75%. That number is mentally crushing to me.
Coming from a background where reading was valued to the point that I “caught the love” for it, I can’t imagine why my students are struggling the way that they are. Why can’t my kids read? And more importantly, how can I help them to not only learn to read, but learn to appreciate texts in the way that makes them meaningful?
How do I pass on a love for reading to students who don’t have someone at home who reads to them? How do I show these “street smart” kids the value of a book? I don’t know yet, but I do know that I am going to give it my all and teach them in the only way that I know how. I’m going to read to them. I’m going to model the way I read. I am going to use inquiry to show them why it matters to them.
I am going to learn how to ask the right questions to make the material meaningful.
And, more than anything else, I’m going to care. I am going to love every one of those students, even the 7th graders, more than any teacher has loved them thus far. I am going to be patient. I am going to do my best to not lose my temper. I am going to do everything that I can to show them the path to success.
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