Almost There...

Aside from a couple of the children... we're honestly almost there.

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Bursting To Share Our Success!

I make no secret of the fact that I love my job. I am very lucky to have fallen into the perfect career for me (and yes, I did fall into it... it was not that path I had planned.)

As with any job, there are a host of challenges that are inherent within it... But oh my goodness, it is ever rewarding, fulfilling and uplifting. Being a Montessori teacher (any kind of teacher, actually) can break your heart (for hundreds of different reasons) and it can also fill your heart. It can fill your heart to its capacity and beyond; so much so, that you think it is going to explode.

I had some amaaaaaaaaazing moments today, which I am SO grateful for. I just had to share them with you!

• One of my intermediate mums came to thank me this morning for whatever I have been doing with her daughter/working with her on in her writing. She told me it's spilled over to her general attitude towards school and her work in general. She is excited and motivated to come to school and is happier. What a GREAT way to start the day!! (Thank you, Mum of student! You have no idea HOW much that meant to me!!) 
• Today's reading group told me that they are really enjoyed the work I'm giving them to do after reading their book.
• As a follow up activity to their reading, I asked them to create a timeline of events for what's happened so far in the story. I told them to do whatever they wanted or present it however they wanted. Then I went off for a couple of hours to plan their next unit. When I came in at lunchtime to do some marking, I was blown away with what they had done in the hour and a half I was gone. It was AMAZING. (They didn't have to go away and work on it then, they all chose to.) Almost all of them had used the previous lessons and learning to build upon to create these fantastic timelines!! Woot! Score one for me and explicit teaching of reading comprehension strategies! Check these out!
  

  

  
• A child from another class asked me today (after a small explanation of what Montessori is) how he could "join Montessori." SO CUTE! 

It's all coming together!! (And it's our success, because it's just as much the children's success as it is mine.) 

A Reminder...

My friend led a staff meeting last year - this comic was included and dedicated to me. via

Yesterday I went on a trip with my Year 5/6 students.  There's a student teacher in one of the other classes now who used to be one of 'my parents.'  I've been lucky enough to teach two of her three (gorgeous) daughters when they were in the Montessori Unit.  She was telling me about a student that I worked with in the Unit in my first year there, upon whom I left a lasting impression (a good one).  The thing is, he was never my student.  I interacted with him no more than 10 times, while I was in the 9-12 class (I was teaching in the 6-9 class at that time) and I was covering the class while the teacher was at Morning Tea.  I'm not sure what I did for this child (er... young man now - he's 21 - ugh), or what was so different, but something I did affected him - enough that it's stayed with him, nine years later.  Being the sap that I am, if I wasn't on a trip,  I would have burst into tears right then and there (I managed to keep it together though.)  I just felt like it was such a powerful reminder of the effect teachers can have on any students they interact with on a day-to-day; week-to-week or month-to-month basis.  So thankful that I left some sort of positive impact in a child's life! 

I try to revisit this poem at least once a year... for a small reminder...

A Teacher's Revelation:
I've come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the classroom.
It's my personal approach that creates the climate. 
It's my daily mood that makes the weather.
As a teacher I possess a tremendous power to make a child's life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated, and a child humanized or de-humanized.

-- Haim Ginot, Child Psychologist via

Finally… the letter “T” reveals itself

I am well aware that I have been slack with my writing of late. It floats around in my mind, but the ideas are hazy and vague recently… in addition, I tend to take quite a long time to write each posting, so if things are at all busy, then I seem unable to start a post and not finish it (so I don't start it at all.)

On Friday, as I stood in the girls' toilet, peering into the cistern, trying to ascertain why the toilet wasn't working my next post formed in my mind. Fortunately, I had time to think it through as I was filling up the bucket in order to fill up the cistern. I looked over at the girls watching me, giggling because, well… I had to stand there peering at an unflushed toilet… and I heaved a sigh and started giggling too. I think my giggles bordered on hysteria. They just thought it was funny. Bless those kids.

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I realised that I am not just a teacher. On most days, we wear many, many hats. Sometimes (like Friday) we are plumbers – that was not the first time I've had to fix a toilet during my work day, it won't be the last. Other days, we're handy men – building shelves, fixing bits & bobs and tightening nuts & bolts. Often we're interior designers, spending hours considering indoor/outdoor flow, placement of shelves, sofas, tables and chairs. Let's not even discuss the decoration (or lack of decoration) on each wall; that's a few days on its own. We are our own personal assistants and we also do it for up to 30 children at the same time. We are meant to know where those 30 children are meant to be at any given time between 8 and 3. Let me tell you, just because they're in the same class, it doesn't mean they're all meant to be in the same place at the same time. We are event planners – aside from planning each and every day, we know where to go on school trips to keep the children's learning fresh and exciting. Those are the easy jobs.

The nurse hat is quite a varied one – it can also be highly entertaining.  On Friday, two of my colleagues gave the Year 6 students the "Healthy Body Talk." They got to discuss puberty with the children and what was going to happen to them. Some of the children looked pale and nauseous, some couldn't stop giggling. One boy's eyes were watering. Some of the boys came back from their talk and looked at me and their eyes got VERY wide and I could just imagine the different things going through their mind! Funny, funny, funny. Aside from the entertainment factor, we are a plaster (band-aid) dispenser and offering to cut off bleeding toes and fingers, we need to know how to deal with a host of health issues, from anaphylaxis to epilepsy – don't forget the illnesses you can't see, like Autism and Asperger's or ADHD. Those children need a different kind of nursing. Please, let's just skim over the children who feel ill and vomit or the playground mishaps where we need to know first aid to fashion a quick sling with the handy triangular bandage. Yuck.

The harder hats entail much, much more. We need to be psychologists. We need to understand the development of the child's mind and the motivations behind their own actions and their interactions with their peers. Not easy. The social worker hat is also a challenging one. We are intent on helping children maintain or build friendships or trying to give them the tools and skills to succeed socially now and in the future. It actually does break our hearts when children are picked on, bullied or just don't have friends. We wonder why, we question what we have done that hasn't helped the child, we wonder what we can do to
help them. These questions rattle around and around in our brain. Mostly it's "What can I do?" I find these hats the hardest because they go a lot deeper than the day-to-day issues. Parents also turn to us in desperation to help their child when things just are not improving. The only thing more heartbreaking than a child who is at his wits' end is a parent who sits in front of me, crying, because their child is unhappy. I often go home after those meetings and cry my eyes out.

Each and every teacher is some sort of expert in a field… there are writers, mathematicians, athletes, artists, musicians, computer geeks, and architects to name a few. Most of those skills are needed on a near daily basis. Thank goodness teachers are excellent collaborators and will often happily lend a hand to a colleague.

All of the above is in addition to keeping up to date with pedagogical research and information, professional development to make ourselves better and better and better teachers, and staying abreast of the uses of technology to improve the programme of teaching and learning. Don't forget, we actually need to teach at the same time. We need to know that these children know their multiplication tables and several different strategies to figure out their tables; that they know the parts of a narrative and can use their words effectively for impact and effect; that they can use the different reading comprehension strategies to understand what they are reading… it goes on and on and on and on… but that's the easy stuff.

Now, this is not a woe-is-me, my-life-is-so-difficult as a teacher. It is more than simply a job (to me.) I genuinely love what I do. The children make me crazy and irritate me sometimes, but that doesn't mean that I don't adore them… and get a whole lot of love, affection, respect and admiration back from those children. I feel the same thing for them – they are quite lovely and I am quite lucky. This post, about teaching is simply what our jobs entail. I know we get the long vacations, but don't be a hater. We deserve it… even if we some people don't think we do, tough. We've got 'em!

I remember my Grade 8 teacher helping my friends and I sort out a particularly nasty long-running conflict after school one day. As an adult, that issue with my peers was neither here nor there to me, just part of growing up, but at the time it consumed me – it was my life. Looking back, I can see how it affected my academic performance and attention in class. As a teacher I now know how difficult it was for him to have to deal with. I am forever grateful to him and how he handled it. In my teaching career, I've drawn on that experience more than once to help my girls sort out their issues. I've been lucky enough to have some amazing teachers in my time, all the way from kindy to my post-grad in Montessori. Those teachers wore each and every hat they could and they inspired me. I have worked with people over my past ten years of teaching who are also inspiring, energetic, and just amazing.

So… Happy World Teachers' Day to all the amazing, inspiring, wonderful, many hat wearing teachers I know and have known. Thank you for all that you do.

(Is it just me, or does anyone else find it funny that "World" Teachers' Day is celebrated on different days in various countries??)