I am back in school. My nine year old informed me that it isn't fair that I have to go back before my students. After hours of blinding meetings, I am tempted to second her opinion. In all seriousness though, I am okay with being back. I hesitate to say ready, because I think I could have used a couple more weeks.
I am figuring out that being a second year teacher is going to be a bit gnarly. Not as death defying as my first year, but still difficult. I have my own room, and as I've started taking ownership of my own space, I really feel myself settling in for another go. We are undertaking major curriculum realignment right now, which means a ton of work...but we'll get there.
A student I had last fall died over the summer in a car accident. Drinking and driving. What I remember best about him was that he was the first student to cuss around me. We were studying Oedipus and talking about the infamous Oedipal complex, when he said, 'Isn't that where a kid wants to f**k his mom?' Yeah...I didn't let that one slide. While death often means a positive, compliment laden memorial, I have to say that I wasn't truly surprised that he went out the way he did. He seemed arrogant, and very much the party type. Still, he was a kid. They're all really still just kids.
I do love my job. My crazy, hard as hell job. Here's to round two...
Lisa 'Maestra' Cillessen
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