“… [A] ‘scandalously high’ number of middle school classes are taught by teachers lacking even a college minor in their assigned subjects.” Full Article
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When I was a substitute teacher a few years ago, I walked into a school with over 90 credits and a state certification allowing me to cover for teachers. What I got on my first day was more than I bargained for. The principle told me I was on a trail basis for a full time position as a Physical Education/ Computer teacher (2 subjects I was no where near qualified to broach). My first meeting with the teacher I was to replace left me feeling like I was in good hands. He was leaving at the end of the week and I was supposed to come in, see what I thought about the job, and either except or decline the offer. A more qualified teacher might have said the money was right, but I’m not qualified to perform the duties of the job, walking away and realizing they were leaving behind Omelas. In my ignorance I said, yes, I can do this, or learn as I go (after all it wasn’t about the kids getting an education as much as me paying bills). I was handed a copy of Harry Wong’s book about the first day of school for new teachers, told to read it and be back in the morning.
The original plan was to have the teacher stay on, show me the ropes, and leave at the end of the week knowing I was well prepared… I learned one of the most valuable lessons that morning. People lie. I was all alone, no lesson plan, no experience teaching, and 120 new kids to meet, greet, and pray I could last long enough not to retreat. I was in deep. Looking back on the whole experience I’m amazed I made it through the first 3 days without wanting to quit. I had previously worked in sweltering kitchens, unloading trucks for UPS, and at one point of my life found myself working 3 jobs at the same time, averaging 4 or less hours of sleep a night, but all of those experiences palled in comparison. I learned quickly, although solo on my endeavor, how to make plans, how to get kids to listen, and how to show a guy who had no experience in teaching could and would do it. I spent hours reading and planning. I talked to the staff. Soon, I learned who would be helpful in a pinch, and how many were passing time until summer vacation. By the time Christmas break arrived and my time was up, not many people were aware I wasn’t a certified teacher. In fact, many teachers were shocked to discover I had only taken one class that had anything to do with education (this actually hurt me a few times when I was asked to sub and the teacher in need found out I was going to replace them. I found myself either no longer needed or shifted to another classroom. Apparently in their eyes I was not acceptable as an alternative).
After 6 months of substitute teaching I was asked to fill in during spring break at a camp for troubled kids. I was told none of the other subs ever lasted more than one day, so if I tried it and didn’t want to go back they would understand (this is where the pattern of need vs. desire is repeated). I had heard horror stories from a friend who work at the camp as a guard, but nothing ventured is nothing gained I thought. It took one student, a 14 year old, just two minutes to leave his seat and get in my face. He started out by getting right in front of me and wiggling his fingers an inch or so from my face. This, of course, was followed by the taunting jeer of “you can’t do anything about this, ha, ha, ha. You can’t touch me”. I don’t know why I did and said what I did next, call it a reaction, but it set the stage for a wonderful week. As the boy was waving his hands I simply lifted eyes looked directly at him and said, “Actually, all I have to do is accidentally fall forward allowing your hand to touch me. That would be considered first contact and as a civilian I have the right to defend myself”. His hand moved a few inches back and he looked at the guard sitting next to me. He asked, “Can he really do that?” The guard, trying not to laugh at my quick temperament, said “Technically, he can”. The boy took his seat and became a really nice kid the rest of the week. Later in the day as I was packing up to leave, the guard stopped me and said, “That was really crazy what you said this morning”. Feeling like I was about to hear they didn’t want me back I said, “Yeah, sorry about that I guess I was reacting rather rash”. The guard’s response shocked me. He simply said, “You made him quit, most of the teachers would have argued with him and then had us step in. I think you’ll do fine here”. I was stupefied.
I spent a total of 15 days of my 200+ days as a sub at the camp. The camp is closed today, mainly due to funding, but the lessons I learned there and in all of my jobs since have shown me the type of teacher I want to be.
“A teacher is a man [or woman] who sets men [or women] free. He [or she] is the most eager learner in the class.” -Frank Lloyd Wright
For Teachers, Middle School Is a Test of Wills
New York Times
March 17, 2007
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