IDoDis
Knows the password to get into the Moose Lodge
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I'm starting my 25th year teaching. I think I was a great teacher my first year. I worked 10 times harder, made material from scratch, hand wrote very detailed lesson plans (including what I should say), recorded myself reading chapter books onto cassette tapes for my listening center, created my own reading comprehension cards, and math games, made my own bulletin board cut out letters and drew & cut out my own pictures (including coloring them in -- no store bought posters), worked 12 hour days, loved my students, and I still remember all of their first and last names, details about them, and where many of them lived (went on home visits at the beginning of the school year).
While I still put in lots of effort and work long days, it's different now. I don't make everything from scratch (thank you teacherspayteachers.com) and look back at class photos where I can't remember one single detail about certain kids. Some years are a blur, but a teacher never forgets her/his first year students. That first year was magical. I didn't want the school year to end, was sad packing up on the last day of school, and missed the kids like crazy. Now I play "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang on the last day of school as I pack up and wish the summer was a bit longer.
A first year teacher might be a very pleasant surprise.
While I still put in lots of effort and work long days, it's different now. I don't make everything from scratch (thank you teacherspayteachers.com) and look back at class photos where I can't remember one single detail about certain kids. Some years are a blur, but a teacher never forgets her/his first year students. That first year was magical. I didn't want the school year to end, was sad packing up on the last day of school, and missed the kids like crazy. Now I play "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang on the last day of school as I pack up and wish the summer was a bit longer.
A first year teacher might be a very pleasant surprise.
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