Papers everywhere!

Well, I think I'm officially losing my head. My Board of Ed sent me two copies of my official contract to be duly signed and witnessed and I've gone and lost them both. Though I did manage to finish filling out the rest of the 40 billion forms they sent along with the contract. Seeing as how the contract was one of the most important things I'm glad I managed to keep all the other inconsequential papers from the package.

In addition to losing my contract, I'm losing my ability to organize. My desk at school really looks like a hurricane hit it. Partly due to the fact that two teachers are struggling to put all their things onto it. I can't seem to remember to nag students for their homework, nor hand back homework that WAS handed in and that I actually marked. I can see myself at the end of the year with 20 binders full of kids' homework that I can sift fondly through during the summer holiday (while I pull obsessively at my hair because I've been reduced to a slobbering mess).

So aside from losing vital documents and neglecting homework, I'm also falling behind on my own schedule. How does this happen? How does my perfectly planned week turn into chaos? Simple, I teach kids. Today my perfectly planned science class took a major cut when we were called down to take class pictures. By the time I got back, I hustled them through the first of 3 worksheets I had intended for them to complete. After I anxiously wringed my hands at the lack of time, I herded them into line and then dumped them into the gym teacher's capable hands.

After a half hour prep where I seemed to be flying around and yet accomplished little, I picked up my class and then shoved them outside for recess. I fiddled with the computer projector, praying for it to work this day. With a scream of joy when I saw the screen flash on I finally sat down and took a sip of water.

For math I'd actually tried to be creative and it paid off by watching my students eagerly get down to work. Strange when just yesterday they'd complained about how boring it was. Little did they know that it was the same work disguised as something fun. Bwa ha ha ha! Unfortunately my evil laughter was short lived as my grade 5's came bustling back into my room because the other teacher had to take her class for photos. Amid a wailing chorus of "I'm finished, what now?" I managed to fire off some questions to keep the 5s busy while juggling my own grade 6's at the same time.

And that was my day at school. It's amazing how quickly the morning will go. It's more amazing how much I've learned just in this first week. What's probably most amazing is that my behaviour problem has toned it down so far this week. I probably speak too soon as I still have tomorrow to get through (Friday is a PD Day, no kids).

Anyhoo, there are my ramblings on that.

Teaching...the first 3 days

I sit in my apartment, knowing that I really should brush my teeth and call it a night but I'm compelled to instead type away at this blog which has been woefully neglected. Whilst I type, I'm wondering how on Earth some people manage to both teach full time and take care of families. I'm teaching part time, my husband is away and I feel like I'm barely functioning. My apartment hasn't been vacuumed in probably 3 weeks (and I can see crumbs on the floor which I think I should pick up and never actually do, how hard is it to stoop down and pick up a friggin' crumb?), my sink is full of dirty dishes, and the bathroom is a mess. And that's just in 3 days! Hmm, I guess I have no excuse on the vacuuming. Not to mention that's also without having assignments or report cards to mark and such.

In 3 days of teaching I have:
1. Told my class to sit down approximately 5 billion times
2. Told my class to quiet down approximately 10 billion times
3. Explained and then re-explained 'factors' in math approximately a million times (an improvement!)
4. Felt that I was being ignored (by my class) at least 70% of the time.
5. Repeated the phrase "I'm waiting until everyone is listening" about twice a minute.
6. Had a successful math class 33% of the time
7. Felt like I wanted to go home and lay prostrate on the couch 100% of the time

Such is the life of a beginning teacher and I only teach part time! If I've discovered anything it's that the loudness of my voice is really a gift and not a curse and that kids are constantly surprising you.

Stay tuned for your next report...