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Thoughts (and apologies) on my years working in education

by Pam Harris, "blind" writer

The beauty of memories is how the bad things hurt less and the good things are sweeter.

That’s how I’ve been feeling the past few days. My two best friends since I was 12 came to see us, and for those few days, I was my young self again with the two people I had gone to school with, been with at slumber parties, occasionally had an argument with, and even worked with at a bank. We went out separate ways as adults but remained in touch, and the blessing of cell phones and social media reunited us in a bond that is indestructible.

While we spent some of our time talking about things like painting with water colors, our families, and the usual girl/woman talk, we also reflected on our working years and experiences we had.

There is no doubt my first year of teaching was the worst year of my professional life. I say that all the tine, and it holds true. I’d been working at a bank where I was a vice-president, loan officer, and assistant secretary to the board of directors. A local high school needed a French teacher, and with a three-year-old son, I thought it would be a more Mom-friendly career. That way I could be off when he was off after he started school. And I loved French. I had majored in Spanish and minored in French, so it seemed like the perfect fit.

The problem was I had never taken an education class nor done student teaching. I had no idea how to teach high school students. So I taught each day (badly), took classes at night (meaning I was away from my son even more for a while), and struggled to learn classroom management as well as how to teach well. I cried almost every night because I felt so inept, and I was counting the weeks until Christmas break by Oct. 1.

Thanks to the encouragement of some other teachers, I stuck with it, and I did learn. Sure, some years were worse than others, and I continued to feel inept at times. But after a few years, I felt confident in what I was doing and eventually became burned-out being in the classroom, so I took courses to become an administrator. I loved working as a principal, but I returned to the classroom after just seven years of it because of responsibilities to my elderly mother who was having one health crisis after another. Being a principal is a twelve-month job, and I needed time off with her.

Having said all that, the purpose of this blog today is…well, just read on.

To you reading this who were my students, I apologize for any mistakes I made. I’m sorry if I didn’t show you enough grace and mercy. I’m sorry if I said something you took the wrong way. I didn’t mean to say the wrong things. I truly cared about each one of you and wanted to teach you to be responsible as well as the subject matter to prepare you for foreign language classes in college. At that time, our state required two years of a foreign language to enter college, and I knew some majors would require you to take a foreign language in the college setting, so I wanted you to be prepared. But if you misunderstood my intentions or if I caused you hurt in any way, I apologize. I did not mean to do so.

To the teachers I oversaw when I was a principal, I apologize for my blunders and mistakes. I’m sorry if I ever put you on the spot with a parent or if I interfered in something I should have stayed out of. My goal was always to make your lives easier so you could be the best teachers you could be. I made mistakes, I know, with some parents, and I learned from those mistakes and tried not to repeat them. I know I was a rule-follower no matter what because that was the only way I knew to be consistent. Maybe I should have relaxed those rules a bit.

But for the most part, the memories I now have are good ones. I loved working with high school and middle school students. Sure, there were high school students in my classes who created problems and that sort of thing, but most of you were great. You made me laugh, you made my days enjoyable, and I learned from you. I learned what was going on in pop culture, I learned how you viewed the world, and I learned to care about the student as much as the subject.

And thank goodness our district switched to Spanish for the primary foreign language to study because believe me, it is much easier than French and obviously more useful.

I don’t miss getting up at 5:30 every day, and I don’t miss teaching the same subject six classes a day. I don’t miss dealing with the occasional discipline issues that arose. I definitely don’t miss grading papers.

But I would have to say that when looking back, those working years in education were the most fulfilling years of my life. I was right about the teacher schedule being great for Mom-friendly hours. I loved using the languages I had studied in college (although my intent in college was to work in international business and get to travel to other countries, not teach students the languages), and I loved making friends with my fellow teachers, our common bond being the rewarding but often frustrating career of education.

I have probably blogged about something like this before, but I am hoping this blog will reach more of you. I hope parents reading this will understand that teachers truly care about your child, so when you do not support them or try to make excuses for your child instead of enforcing consequences, you make their job harder as well as do a disservice to your child. To teachers reading this, I’ve heard that ever since the Covid shutdown, students have changed and there is no accountability anymore. Maybe you can’t change that, but you can focus on each student and realize he/she needs to learn even if they don’t want to put forth the the effort. I taught students, too, who didn’t try. I hear the numbers are even greater now because of the numbers game the state is playing and the district. Of course, that’s a topic for another blog.

But to former students, I hope you know how much I enjoyed being around you. I have often said I have a love/hate relationship with teaching, and to be honest, banking was my favorite career. But I’m grateful I became an educator for many reasons. It’s the most rewarding, sometimes frustrating and discouraging, and sometimes fun career you can imagine.

Maybe the years have pushed the bad memories aside and made the good ones sweeter, but that’s okay. C’est la vie, n’est-ce pas? Or maybe you would understand Así es la vida better. If you don’t remember either one, you understand what I told you years ago–if you don’t use it, you lose it!

Thanks for the memories, Dresden, Westview, and Henry County. You each hold a special place in my heart.

Public education–why I still believe in it despite some problems

by Pam Harris, "blind" writer

Orphaned at the age of nine, he was never allowed to go to school, used instead as a farmhand on his half-sister’s husband’s farm. He never learned to read or write.

He grew up, married, and had nine children. He worked as a coal truck driver and as a sharecropper. The family lived in poverty, and his six daughters and three sons were expected to do their share of chores and hard work.

His youngest son, a sickly boy who was not allowed to go to school until he was nine, was expected to do his share as well, and it wasn’t unusual for him to feed livestock and collect eggs even though his body was ravaged with fever, his throat swollen, and his lungs full of infection. When he began school, a new life opened up to him. He excelled in learning to read and write as well as arithmetic. He loved being away from the hard work on the farm and being around other students.

When he was 15, at the end of sixth grade, his illiterate father who’d known nothing but hardship his entire life, forced him to quit school. The two older brothers had been drafted to fight in World War 2, and his help was needed for the small family that remained on the farm. Three years later, he was drafted into the Army.

He never went back to school. He married, tried to continue farming, worked at a flour mill, and finally found his gift in working in production at a local newspaper. His skill in setting type, burning plates, working in the darkroom, laying out pages, and running the massive press offered him opportunities to advance and earn a good living until he was injured on the job and forced to retire too early, much sooner than he’d planned.

The illiterate sharecropper–my grandfather. The sickly boy–my father, who lived to be almost 86. When he was dying, he had only one regret. “Why,” he asked me about a week before he passed, “do you think Pap wouldn’t let me go to school?”

“He needed you,” I told him. “He couldn’t see past his own hardships to think of what was best for your future.”

Both my parents valued education. As far as I know, I was the only one out of all my cousins on that side of my family to not only go to college but obtain a master’s degree. Public education offered me opportunities my dad didn’t have, and public education prepared me for what was needed to succeed as an adult. Just one generation separated me from a history of illiterate ancestors, and now my sons, both college graduates and one with a master’s, are successful in their chosen fields.

My dad would be bursting at the seams with pride of he could see them now.

I’m not saying everyone should go to college. But everyone deserves to learn and develop the skills needed to enjoy a good quality of life. Public schools give everyone that opportunity.I know public education has its flaws, and I will be blogging about those flaws in the future. IMany states are pushing for bills to send money to private schools so parents have more choices in their child’s education, and I can appreciate the parental concerns that drive that. But I have concerns for public education and what will happen to it if funds are diverted away from it? What will happen to those students whose parents can’t afford private school tuition even with public funds being sent to offset some of the cost? What will happen with students whose parents who, like my grandfather, do not appreciate the value of a good education? What will happen to the teaching population if the pay drops and the best teachers leave the profession, with mediocre teachers left to impart knowledge to an already-struggling group of children?

There are many things the general public do not understand about education. The federal Department of Education, for example, is what oversees laws for disabled students and students with learning disabilities. Does the department need to be revamped? I think so. But I don’t have all the information needed to determine how it should be changed.

Parents, the best thin you can do for your children is to be involved in their learning. Know what they’re studying. Know what’s being taught. Work with them on homework assignments or quiz them to prepare for tests. Most teachers give study sheets from which the test is created. Most of all, hold them accountable for their effort and work. Failing a class because of seven zeroes that grading period? It’s not the teacher’s fault. It’s your child’s fault. Help them be successful, and if you can’t do it, reach out to the school for someone who can.

We teachers are not perfect. We’re human, and we make mistakes. But most of us truly care. Yes, I’m retired, but I will always be a teacher at heart. Our kids deserve the best education possible whether they plan to attend college, go straight to work after high school, go to trade school, or complete a specific program of study and training not requiring a four-year degree. Maybe public education isn’t the answer for all. But I believe it should be the answer for most.

My next blog will be about what’s wrong with public education and how I believe it can be fixed. Just my opinions based upon research and experience, but, hey, isn’t that what blogging is all about?

What I Miss About Teaching

by Pam Harris, "blind" writer
Photo by Christina Morillo on Pexels.com

I know many of you teachers both retired and still working, are rolling your eyes at the title of this blog. Allow me to explain.

Obviously this photo is not of me. It is one I found online, and I’ve used it before. But what I miss about teaching is not what we see in this photo.

I don’t miss getting up at 5:30 AM. I don’t miss teaching the same lesson five or six times a day. I don’t miss dealing with discipline issues. I don’t miss my principal and supervisors popping into my classroom to do an evaluation. I don’t miss state testing. And I sure don’t miss long days of teaching followed by a night of working the gate at a ballgame.

I do miss the interactions with the kids and fellow teachers. You see, I taught high school Spanish or French for 25 years and served as a middle school principal for seven years. Each job had its drawbacks, and to be honest, I enjoyed being a principal for the most part. I loved working at the school in the summers when I could dress casually and work on scheduling and plans for the next year and interact with the teachers/coaches who were in and out of the school during the summer months as well as the interacting with the custodial staff.

Being a principal gave me a new perspective when I returned to the classroom. I understood more why principals had to do the things they did, and I understood that principals were not looking for what teachers were doing wrong. Instead, they (most) were looking for what teachers were doing right. I learned so much from the teachers I evaluated and incorporated some of their methods when I returned to the classroom.

It’s the students, though, I miss the most. They kept me young at heart and up to date with what was going on in the teen world. Sure, I was one of those teachers who thought I had to teach bell-to-bell (our supervisors told us to do that), and if I could go back and do things over, I probably wouldn’t do that all the time. I like to think my methods improved over the years, and as I learned how to do things in different ways, I think learning improved. I hope so.

Back to the students though. Most of them were great kids. They made me laugh. They made my day when they told me they finally understood something they’d been struggling with. I loved it when they came to my room before or after school just to chat.

To those of you still teaching, I get it. Summer break is wonderful and desperately needed to refresh and regroup. I know you’re burdened with a mindset of parents unlike any I had to encounter. Parents today, from what I’ve been told, don’t believe in holding their children accountable for anything, and I saw some of that in my later years of teaching. Like the parent who called me one week before school was out to give her son a passing grade when his absenteeism had been extremely high and he’d never made up the tests and quizzes he missed, resulting in a failing grade for every six weeks, yet she called one week before school was out? So I have an idea of what you’re putting up with. A slight one.

You may be discouraged and feel you’re not accomplishing much. You may feel students are not learning responsibility and accountability. But keep working at it. Keep trying. You’re making a difference with some if not most.

And someday, when you retire and find yourself no longer important or needed in the lives of students, you might miss it.

I know I do.