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It is the last Tuesday in August. Students return to our
classrooms one week from today. We returned to the building two weeks ago for
an intensive orientation where we spent our days thinking about our mission and
instructional focus, our practice, our curriculum, our students. We started each day with a morning
meeting in small groups, playing games and laughing together. We went out to
lunch with colleagues we may not see again until June. We have been busy, but
it’s time to get down to business.
This afternoon we close our final day together with an hour
of reflection. We silently wander the halls and take time to review the dozens
of posters we have produced on post-it chart paper over the past two weeks. We
look over notes, think about the many difficult (and inspiring) conversations
that we’ve had, and ask ourselves: So what? What will this look like when they arrive. It is, after all, all about
the students.
My task is to synthesize what I have experienced in this
orientation and articulate some “take aways.” I will write a letter to myself.
I will create a bumper sticker with one pithy statement to take with me and
share with others.
So what?
For me it all comes back to our mission:
To nurture a diverse group of students to become lifelong,
active participants in their own education, develop a sense of self and
community, and become responsible, compassionate members of society.
We start each of our professional development sessions by
reciting the mission together. It is on the first slide of every PowerPoint
presentation. And I want to make it live in my classroom. This is the first
takeaway: keep the mission at the forefront of each action.
The past week has been surprisingly stressful. All should be
good and easy this year compared to most (any?) years of teaching in the past.
I have a solid teaching team, I know my students, I like the school, I have a
great room. But this week I experienced one little glitch of not being able to
access my old computer files until yesterday, and I felt paralyzed. I panicked.
I couldn’t proceed until I had my files, and I lost a couple of days of prep
time. I realized that I have already carved out little grooves in my practice,
ruts that may be hard to escape if I do not remain flexible. The days ahead of
us will require me to be responsive, tenacious, energetic, and thoughtful.
There is no time for ruts. There will be problems this year, as with any, and I
will need to be able to “solve” them… or at least work within them. This was
the second takeaway: there is strength in flexibility.
I feel fortunate to finally work in a school that pushes and
supports collaboration. They expect and encourage grade level teams to work together
closely when planning and implementing instruction. I have a grade level
teaching partner, an assistant teacher, a special educator who will be working
exclusively with our grade, and a student support aide. While it is often
difficult for me to work with others (I care too deeply about the opinions of
others, and I am not decisive), I do not mind the challenge and know that the
result is always better than what I would produce on my own. I do not work well
in isolation. In my best teaching moments I have worked closely with another
teacher to develop ideas together and share responsibilities of
implementation. Collaborating is
not always efficient; it can be time consuming and difficult. But it is worth
the effort.
I have worked on grade level teams where the extent of
collaboration was sharing computer files and school supplies. I was not
satisfied. My greatest concern is that in these two weeks we have not
successfully laid a strong foundation for collaboration. That I will once again
be on my own, each of us working in our own hemispheres. It is fine to share
files and responsibilities, but I want to share ideas. And it is worth it to me
to keep trying, even when there is not a shared vision in place. This is the
final takeaway: I will not give up on any relationship.
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