XXXI: Mr. D


I was sitting in the classroom. It had wooden floors, shotty desks, and several old text books. it was my ‘planning period’, which as a substitute meant that I would have a period in which i did…nothing. Halfway through my time of peace, on a calm, sunny day the phone inside the classroom rang. I answered it to find the principal on the other end…”This is your planning period, right? Would you be interested in coming into my office for a brief interview for a teaching position next year?”

That was four years ago… Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: On Its Way


I still remember the time like it was a ‘flashbulb memory’…

Alone, around 3:30 AM, I sat in the office inside the underground apartment that I had called home for nearly six months. I didn’t have a job, and throughout the night to combat the lacking of sleepiness (because I was doing nothing with my life), I would fill out teaching applications.

  1. Log on to the site that had all school teaching positions open
  2. Locate schools that were looking for social studies teachers
  3. Access their website
  4. Print off their application
  5. Start typing

I lost count at 92 applications. My wife had already given up on me teaching, I had started to work at Subway, and every-so-often I would go and substitute teach at a local school. I’d hear teachers comment on openings, wondering if I was applying, and it was the same dog-and-pony trick every week.

It wears on an individual to want to teach, but to never be qualified for a school. By qualified I mean that I didn’t know the right people. I’d given up on coaching, my own room, stability, all of it…and that was before the divorce.

I only paint this rather strange picture, because five years later in my living room I clicked “submit” all over again. Now, Facebook is an IPO, Twitter exists, and my phone can easily replace a desktop computer. Even stranger, I didn’t just send in an application off a whim, I was ‘encouraged’ by individuals at school today to follow the protocol and submit an application.

Yes, you read that correctly, after two and a half years I just submitted an official application to teach in the school I’ve been in and out of for the past several semesters.

I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m so excited.

Praying that this one will be right…

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


Half-awake…
Still looking for coffee…
This is my Sunday…

However, when I pulled into church this morning I spotted a unique being in the parking lot. After I had let my mind process I realized, “Hey! That’s one of my students!”

Sure enough, one of my students from school was walking into the church with their mother. I hopped over and greeted both of them, and awkwardly added a few statements before heading into the building.

Personally, I love this. I love that a student can see me outside of school, and at a place where I have another chance to assist in building a foundation for them.

That’s worth some praise.

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


My professor just sent me a message on the final project I turned in on Monday…

30/30

This would mean that I finished the course with 101/102 points (99.01%). A few things happened with this news:

1. I can finally get my teaching certificate renewed
2. I can take my state sanctioned test for middle school understanding and instruction
3. I’m going to begin my Master’s in Curriculum and Instruction

Yes, that’s the highest collegiate score I’ve ever had after a final.

God’s looking out for sure.

-D-

XXXI: In-Service


Am I supposed to enjoy “professional development days” at school?
I’m not really sure, but today I definitely did.

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Yes...SpED department selfie!

This morning, similar to our last in-service day, the instructors were able to take some time and award “GATOR’ade” to people in the building for going above and beyond.
Towards the end of this lengthy process I wound up with a bottle from an unlikely source (in my opinion).
When I took the position I currently have at school I was located in a case manager’s classroom. This case manager, very pregnant at the time, sits around my age. However, their level of professionalism and maturity is so high that quite frequently I accept the role of the annoying, hyper younger brother when I’m in her room.

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You could imagine my shock when she nominated me for one of these awards this morning. Whole-heartedly I was genuinely surprised (and really humbled). Coming from someone who’s so mature and level minded, it just spoke volumes to me. Additionally, another teacher nominated me at the same time for my speeches that were given over last Tuesday, which brought upon a shade of red to my face.

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Snapped by an administrator...I think (that's me standing up).

Please understand I don’t type this out of pride. School is the one place where I continued to be surprised. I’m having so much fun, and it’s considered a job. I’m in love with this specific school, I can’t get enough of the kiddos, and the staff just blows my mind every day. Sure, it has its quirks, but the relationships built here are just unfathomable to understand…and it’s a middle school.
IA, teacher, instructor, etc…whatever my position is, I’m so, so blessed to continue to be in such a warm, caring atmosphere.

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


On time, and with time to spare…

All assignments turned in, all discussions posted, and all readings done. I’ve finished my first week of class!

…only five more weeks to go…

It’s all worth it though. Even if I’m without a classroom next school year, I just want my license back. At the moment I truly don’t feel like I belong inside the school I’m at because of my lack of certification. It’s a hard pill to swallow, that’s why I never try to get a student to understand that I’m an instructor. Technically, I’m not, I’m there to assist them with their studies, and to assist their instructors. Don’t get me wrong though; I can’t wait for the moment that I’m able to hold onto my documents and be acknowledged as a licensed educator in this state again.

-D-