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Long weekends are short.

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In New Jersey, we’re finishing up a 4 day weekend. There was the annual NJEA Convention in Atlantic City on Thursday and Friday, which meant teachers were split into two groups:

1. Attending the convention

2. Taking advantage of the day off*

*by which I mean either grading, lesson planning, writing letters of rec because it’s college application season, sleeping, spending quality time with friends/loved ones/and/or family, or binge watching Netflix

I’ll let you guess which group I belong to. Here’s a hint: of the 19 letters of rec I had to write, only 3 are left. Grading is also up to date.

Days off really aren’t days off anymore. A lot of people joked last year that the second year of teaching is tougher than the first. I didn’t believe them.

I still don’t… Sort of. I have a lot of things I’m better at. There just seems to be a lot more chaos this year!

Happy end of the 4 day weekend. It’s wayyyy past my teacher bedtime.

12.5 school days til Thanksgiving Break! 😉

First week of school: 1st vs 2nd year edition!

School has been in session for students since last Thursday, and I’ve found myself in a state of shock in regards to how different the start of school is as a first year teacher. So, I decided to make a list of the 10 most obvious differences.

1. Wardrobe
Year 1: Let me max out my credit card on a new wardrobe of teacher clothes before I get my first paycheck!

photo- August 28, 2013. I could've had a personal shopper when I racked up my Macy's charge!

photo- August 28, 2013. I could’ve had a personal shopper when I racked up my Macy’s charge!

Year 2: Oooh! Outlet stores for stores I have credit cards to! I’ll buy a few skirts to compensate my change in sizes since last year! I’ll use the last of my summer babysitting money to pay off my bill and eat ramen.

courtesy of “Bridesmaids”

2. Shoes
Year 1: Even though I’m 5’10”, I’m going to buy “sensible heels” and wear them!!

"Sensible shoes" that killed my feet in a manner of minutes.

“Sensible shoes” that killed my feet in a manner of minutes.

Year 2: These are ugly, but comfortable. I’ll buy 3 pairs of loafers on clearance so that I don’t kill my feet.

"Abandoned Loafer"-  Rev Stan, https://flic.kr/p/6q3tMn

“Abandoned Loafer”- Rev Stan, https://flic.kr/p/6q3tMn

3. Pre-School Year In-Services
Year 1: OMG. I’m going to take notes on EVERYTHING!!! I’m terrified.

Year 2: Eh, they’ll change the state expectations and we’ll have it explained to us at an after-school meeting in a few weeks.

4. Classroom
Year 1: I’m going to have the cutest classroom ever! Everything will have a theme and be adorable! TO PINTEREST!
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Year 2: Cool! I went down from 4 different classrooms and 5 different classes to 3 different classrooms with 3 different classes. I’ll decorate my corner of the room until I decide to go home and sleep.

My Poetry Classroom, complete with a Poet Tree.

My Poetry Classroom, complete with a Poet Tree.

5. School Supplies
Year 1: SO. MANY. FOLDERS. I’ll buy EVERYTHING. I LOVE SCHOOL SUPPLIES.

Year 2: What won’t the school buy for me? Oh, I’ll buy ALMOST everything. Except dry-erase markers. I have a stock supply from last year.

"dry erase markers" -upsidedownsphere https://flic.kr/p/4riqSF

“dry erase markers” -upsidedownsphere https://flic.kr/p/4riqSF

6. Summer Reading
Year 1: I’m going to order EVERY SINGLE SUMMER READING BOOK on Amazon and try really hard to read them all, and then feel like a failure when I only read 6/12 suggested books before school starts.

Year 2: The students are Sparknoting books for the district wide common assessment. I’ll read the YA Lit books I suggested to my former students and maybe even enjoy them.

7. Other Teachers
Year 1: OMG THEY’RE ALL GOING TO JUDGE ME FOR MY INADEQUECIES AND LOVE OF ZEBRA PRINT AND JUVENILE FASHIONS.

an actual text convo from the night before I went to my first teacher meeting

an actual text convo from the night before I went to my first teacher meeting

Year 2: Meh. Let them judge. It’s what the faculty room is for. I’m gonna drink my coffee and move on with my life.

8. Lesson Plannning
Year 1: HOLY TOLEDO. I have to plan the education for 5 different classes on 5 different subjects at 5 different levels with only a list of suggested texts?!?!

Year 2: I HAVE A STOCKPILE OF LESSONS FROM LAST YEAR!!!! I’ll probably change all of them, but at least I have ideas!!

9. Students
Year 1: They’re going to eat me alive. Must play it cool. No sudden movements. Don’t let on that I’m a first year. BREATHE.

photo courtesy of http://karlininkorea.weebly.com/uploads/2/6/5/7/2657242/1857326_orig.jpg?257

Year 2: Ha. I’ve seen a lot of their tricks before. I’ve got this. I miss my kids from last year though…

10. Overall…
Year 1: I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I’M DOING AND WHAT’S EXPECTED OF ME AND WHAT THE STATE WANTS ME TO DO. OMG OMG OMG. I’M GONNA STAY AT SCHOOL TIL 7PM EVERY NIGHT AND COME BACK AT 6AM SO THAT I CAN PRETEND I HAVE MY SHIT TOGETHER.

Year 2: I have no clue what I’m doing some days, what’s expected of me, or what the state wants me to do, but I do know that I’m here to make a difference. 6pm is my curfew to leave before I finally head home to grade student work, and I’m allowing myself to sleep in until 4:45 this year so that I get to work around 6:30-6:45 each morning. I’ve got this. Maybe.
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The Struggle is real.

 Today, let’s rewrite a famous poem, giving it our own spin. While any famous poem will do, if you haven’t already got one in mind, why not try your own version of Cesar Vallejo’s Black Stone Lying on a White Stone?

"The Great Brownout of 2009"-- The Wolf Law Library https://flic.kr/p/71yWup

“The Great Brownout of 2009”– The Wolf Law Library
https://flic.kr/p/71yWup

“The Struggle”

I will die in the copy room,
my body collapsed across the copier,
as the red light flashes
and an error message obnoxiously flashes.

It will be a Tuesday,
because Tuesday is a far worst day of the week than Monday,
and, as the students will declare in the hall,
the struggle is real.

The mundane reality will kill,
smothering the dignity
of a profession that used to be more
than being a glorified robot.

The struggle is real.