Hello friends, family, and strangers (I flatter myself)! I am a recently-graduated girl finding my way in the "real world" (apparently, I've been floating around the fake world for the past two decades). Many of my friends' "real world"s consist of cubicles, nine-to-fives, marriage, babies, and other such grown-up things. My real world looks a little different. Yes, I still get up and go to work every morning, same as they do. But instead of battling fax machines, computer programs, disgruntled spouses and dirty diapers, I arm myself against a legion of 14-year-old boys. Well, 83 of them to be exact. You see, I teach 8th-grade boys' Science in an inner-city, high-poverty school. What it is not: glamorous, prestigious, boring. What it is: humorous, heartbreaking, and the most challenging thing I will ever do.
The stories I tell and the people I describe are real; you can't make this stuff up. If you are new to my blog, I hope you'll



I am not sure how often you check this or why I am writing this. But I am a first year teacher in an inner city school in Arizona. I teach science to 14 year old boys and girls and I am dying. Slowly drowning at this job.
ReplyDeleteI am not sure what possessed me to do it. I find your posts moving that you survived and you didn't die of frustration.
I am sad to see you aren't teaching anymore, so many teachers quit after 3 years. Its kind of amazing. I don't know if I will survive but, your blog helped me laugh and realize I am not the only teacher who has wept sobbing in front of their students or just laid into them for being disrespectful. You made me go easier on me.
Thanks. If you want to let me know how life has been since you got out of school that would be great. I love your writing.
A fellow science teacher.
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