America Needs Its Teachers, And I Won’t Give Up

Sundays are weird. They can be both rejuvenating and exhausting. On the one hand you have that rested feeling from some time off work and maybe even some spiritual vitamins pepping you up from going to church. On the other hand, you have the entire week’s tasks lined up in your brain, each with five-star importance. Sunday evenings are some of my most anxiety-filled for that reason. I go through the list of chores and errands and appointments and work needs, and it seems like I’d need at least three clones to make it all happen.

For those of us who care about education, the list of problems our current system faces is like staring down a busy week on Sunday night. There are not enough of us to complete all the work that needs to be done.

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When we moved back to Texas, I was looking forward to getting back to teaching. I could feel my instincts and drive telling me it was time. I was very fortunate to get a tutoring job preparing seventh graders for their writing and reading STAAR tests at a school I love. I was so nervous about that first day. I picked just the right outfit. I lesson-planned well in advance. I even packed a lunch! And when one of the regular seventh grade English teachers told me that first day that I was a fun and educational, well, that was it. Teacher Stephanie was back baby.

I’m hoping to get a full-time position next year. I love being a teacher. This tutoring job has reminded me of all the great things about it. When a student gets a concept because of the way I explained it, it’s magic. Being able to cheer them on as they try things they thought were too hard before they met me is another benefit. I get to talk about words all day. And I really enjoy being around so many friends who are also teachers.

But the negativity is there waiting to bring me down. All teachers know the tough parts of our profession. It’s the teachers in the lounge complaining about a student they don’t like or a regulation that makes no sense. It’s the pressure to have students pass a standardized test we  didn’t help create. It’s the worry that retirement money won’t support us. It’s parents who expect greatness without cultivating it at home. It’s the parents who would love to cultivate greatness but are too busy working two or three jobs to supervise homework. It’s the pressure to have grades in the gradebook pushing up against your own feeling that too much homework only hurts. It’s the general perception that anyone can teach, and therefore, educators aren’t valued or supported as professionals.

And on and on the list goes like your busiest week in your worst nightmare.

And it’s not just the teachers who are getting burdened and burnt-out. We are failing our kids. There is no soft way to say that. We’re failing. I am not against testing. I am against it being the be-all-end-all. Passing a test means nothing if our students are incapable of surviving in the workplace. And, oh, how I mourn the loss of time to explore in great depth. My sons are really excited about space right now; they eat up every tidbit. It kills me that one day our school system will try to beat that love of learning out of them. And what are we doing for students who are not college-bound? How are we preparing them for life and work?

And on and on and on.

The list makes even the most dedicated teachers want out. I see teachers I respect and love wishing they could do something else. They see no hope for fixes and no point in what they do every day.

We cannot let this happen. We cannot lose anymore greats nor stop creating new teachers. And I’m telling you right now that I’m not giving up. I gave up teaching once, and it hurt. I was born to do this, and I will push through the crap to continue to do it. The kids need me. My fellow teachers need me to support and encourage them. Dude, grammar needs me to continue fighting for the Oxford comma.

Just like a week comes a day at a time, we must approach the needs of our education system one day at a time. We cannot change it all at once, and we can’t change anything if we stop fighting.

Do you have concerns about education in America? Are you worried for your kids’ futures? Please let me know what education topics you’d like to discuss. I hope to feature an education concern at least once a week.

Polish Words-Koniec

A weekly service where I teach you some Polish.

koniec–[konyech];noun, end, finish

Example Sentence: To jest koniec. (This is the end.)

Notes: Well my friends, I did it. I had my final Polish lesson last night. I earned my certificate which proclaims me to be at level A2, and I’m guessing the highest you can get is Z100 because that’s about how far I am from being fluent. My teacher gave me a gift; it was a flashdrive with a song that reminded her of her mother who passed. It is in both English and Polish. Why would she give me a sad song? She had read my blog about my brother passing and how I grieve, and she thought I would like to hear it. How sweet is that? She really was a great teacher and is a kind person. I’m glad I was here to meet her. For my final lesson, we listened to “Silent Night” in Polish and translated it. It was so beautiful. I couldn’t find the version we listened to, but I found one that is nice which I hope you enjoy.

Wesołych Świąt. (Merry Christmas.)



Polish Word Wednesday 7

A weekly service where I teach you some Polish.*

zimno–[zheemnoh];adverb, cold

Example Sentence: Mi zimno. Zimno mi. (I’m cold. Get me out of here.)

Notes: A related word is zima. In Polish zima means winter; in American English it means, “Hey high school girls, wanna party?”

And now, for your viewing pleasure, a video:


What words or phrases are you dying to see me explain? Let me know, and you just may see your word in my words next week.

*Be advised that I know less Polish than just about everyone. Please do not use my lessons to actually speak Polish.