Learn, Earn, Return

Well, my 42-day stint back in the classroom has concluded.

How did it go?

Better than expected.  Eighty-five percent of the experience was positive and rewarding while 15 percent was deflating and stressful.

Most students were fun.  They were interested in my lessons and in me.  A small minority of students were apathetic and disrespectful.

Throughout the nine weeks, I met inspirational instructors, supportive secretaries and a glimpse into the future of America which looks promising.

A teacher is not just teaching, but learning from their students.

Here is some of what I took away.

  • I still love standing in front of a group of young people and inspiring them.  This performance part of the job has always thrilled me, something that my current job as a university supervisor of student teachers does not satisfy due to working with one teacher at a time.  Having an audience ready for you to “edutain” them is exhilarating—and a challenge.
  • I feel alive when designing lessons.  Creating meaningful work for students is part of my duty and it stimulates my brain that nothing else does.  For six years I was on low revs, but now I was back at full throttle.  The ideas would wake up me in the middle of the night as it did all those years ago.
  • The essential thing I realized was how important the job of teaching is, more now than when I first began in 1989.  Combating for children’s attention amid social media saturation and device addictions requires skill, patience and practice. Most of my students honored my cell phone policy, but some took umbrage that I disallowed their use as if I were removing oxygen from their lungs.
  • The best part of all was making a connection with the kids.

The students enjoyed our unified daily greeting, “Happy [fill-in-the-blank]day!” and our closing “make today count!”

On my final day, one class presented me with a cake and a card full of wonderful wishes.  Another class designed their own card and in unison shouted out a thank you.

One student said that this may be another teacher’s classroom, but it will always be Mr. Crosby’s Neighborhood, a moniker I attached to my workspace a few years back in honor of Mr. Rogers who preached kindness via his PBS children’s show.

There’s a saying that we all learn, earn and retire in our lives.   An amended version is “learn, earn and return,” meaning giving back and remaining vital in one’s senior years.

I proved to myself that I still have it, returning to a place where I had my greatest professional success—in the classroom.

As for my future plans, I may pursue what I was initially looking for:  a permanent teaching position where I would have one or two classes.  That would be enough to satisfy my passion of teaching kids not only essay writing, but decency in the decency-deprived society in which we live.

Serving Students Since 1989

If you’re curious why I haven’t been posting recently, here’ s why.  I’m back in the classroom teaching to teens, something that I haven’t done in 2,350 days since March 13, 2020.

The itch to teach returned to me when I recently digitized home videos from 20 years ago.  Among the hours of recordings were complete lessons that I had recorded   At the time, I was pursuing National Board Certification (the highest honor available for teachers) which required submitting tapes of me teaching.

Watching myself interact with the kids, making them laugh, reminded me of the delightful times I had as an educator.

It also gave me pause on my six years of retirement.  After the initial excitement of not working and doing what I pleased, soon I became acclimated to a more leisurely pace. And while I remained employed part-time at the university observing and evaluating student teachers, the number one goal of mine was to write another book, which I did, and get it published, which didn’t happen.

I knew that when I left teaching whatever I did would not match the demanding yet rewarding work that kept my mind humming on all cylinders.

Flashed in my head was the notion of reaching out to a handful of schools requesting to teach one or two classes of advanced 9th or 10th grade English.  I figured that I could handle one class every day.

In July I snail mailed the letters and waited.  And waited.

A couple of weeks later I got a call from the one principal that I personally knew.

“I got excited to get your letter,” he said.  “Unfortunately, I can’t give you what you want, but I do have a long-term sub assignment for nine weeks at the start of school.”

This would mean I would be back working a full day, six years older, though only for 40 days (how Biblical).  It would provide me an opportunity to have a proper sendoff to my teaching career, something that was derailed when I retired in June 2020 due to the Pandemic.

Could I do it?

I took the position.

That was the easy part.  Now I had to jump over hurdles and through hoops in completing the mountain of forms for the district.

The day when I finally received confirmation that my credential was renewed was like a renewal of my life’s purpose.  The world was wonderful.  I listened to the Sirius radio station playing hits from the 1970s and every song was a good one.  

Suddenly, the circuit breaker that had been off for six years returned to the “ON” position. Everything I experienced—a story, a song, a video—was possible material for my students 

I race to my laptop, type the idea, and while I’m typing that, another one overrides the earlier one, so I have to type faster to keep up with my brain.

When I’m on the elliptical machine at the gym, I come up with more and pause the music to record on my phone to memorialize the spark before it flames out.

At a signal stop I noticed a plumber’s white van with the inscription “serving customers since . . .” and quickly produced my own slogan to hang in my classroom:  serving students since 1989.

I had so much anticipation there was no way the reality would match it.  And it didn’t.

I crashed back to earth when I found out that the air conditioning unit for my classroom was broken right in the middle of a scorching hot and humid August.  This forced me to move to other rooms in the afternoon (during the third week, a new unit was installed).

Technical glitches interfacing my computer with the classroom projectors, monitors and printers were another matter that did not get fully resolved for a while.

A small number of students, namely the seniors, tested me even though they knew I was a veteran teacher.

In the ensuing five weeks thus far, I’ve learned much about myself and today’s students. When I finish next month, I’ll let you know how it went.

As Michael Richards’ Kramer often exclaimed, “Giddyap!”