11/16/09

Vacuum my Brain and Leave it Alone

It would be relieving if I could just suck out the negative things I see and hear each day and let my mind simply sit there, relaxed. Especially today that ability would make me feel weightless. During my prep. period this morning, I was "initiated" (as my veteran teachers call it). I call it being chewed out over the phone by an irate parent who sees her child as golden when in actuality he cannot tell the truth.

I've met jerks, but this person goes way beyond the "jerk" category. The only word that adequately portrays her is inappropriate, but said perfectly by my mentor teacher. "She's just a B*&%$. Don't think another thing of it." Wish it were that easy.

I'm getting good at dealing with groaning, moaning, negativity, and discipline issues from students. It's completely different, though, when my teaching--thing I spend more time on than cooking real food or getting enough sleep or seeing my husband--is scrutinized and attacked by someone who has no idea and no desire to learn the accurate picture. It's harder to slurp that out of my head and move on. Here's my attempt to do so.

Writing is effective at slurping it out usually, though sometimes it just makes the hurt and anger more concrete. Julie, EmPo, Sister Morgan, Meghan, and any other members of the WC family who are/were teachers--is it sincerely worth it? S.M., I see now why you went back to school to teach college. I'm thinking of doing the same thing. Not because of the teenagers, though. They're surprisingly sweet. I hate the lack of initiative, the lack of responsibility, and the parents who can see no wrong in their sweet "babies."

5 comments:

Julie M said...

This is not a good time for me to be responding to a post like this, because I wondering the same things.
If parents are like this for their 17 year olds, picture how they are for their 7 year olds.

Anyone else have some upbeat, moral boosting advice for the likes of us?

Sky said...

I WISH I had some upbeat advice. But, as Jami said I exited fast and trotted back to the grind, so I could teach college. The parents, bureaucracy, other teachers, government rules, curriculum, etc.--all of it made me feel like I was babysitting instead of teaching. I had similar experiences as Jami's, but the worst was when important people like the Coveys (I student taught at Timpview in Provo) would leave elaborate messages and gifts in each teacher's mailbox right before grades. That's on the other end of the spectrum of gaggy things one puts up with in the present school system. My only advice is to roll with it. Teaching is full of joy here and there, but people will ALWAYS complain. People will always rag on you. Many times the only pat on the back you'll ever get is knowing you've done the best you can do and from the Lord, Himself, in the temple. And that's the one to fight for. Let the rest go. It's the only thing that counts. In the meantime, He can make your burdens light and would love to do so. On many days--even while driving to BYU-I--these words from Psalms pass through my mind: "The Lord is my Shepard. . . . Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies." Ha. I know. Very upbeat, huh?

Julie M said...

Yes, actually. Thank you. I needed to hear that.
I wish I could send you a yellow daisy to express my thanks.

Jami said...

Thanks, Sister Morgan. Funny you mentioned that scripture because a few weeks ago I memorized the hymn, "The Lord is My Shepherd." Often I think the lyrics to myself and take a deep breath. Together, the result is calming and strengthening.

Of all my teachers, I thank you the most, S.M. It gives me strength and hope to think that anyone ever complained about your teaching. It shows how many idiots there really are in this world.

Love and prayers for you--
Jami

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