Any honest discussion between teachers must begin with the understanding that each of us mingles the good with the bad. One student may experience the epiphany of a lifetime, while her neighbor drifts quietly off to sleep. In the classroom, it’s never pure gold or pure tin; we’re all muddled alloys. ”
This, this, this will be what I proclaim until the day I die. Authenticity among teachers, man.
This is why I’m so passionate about the First Year Teacher Nightmares post. I love teachers, but sometimes we pretend too much with each other. No wonder so many teachers feel isolated.
This would also be why I get so upset by “reformers” and administrators who talk about revolutionizing education. Because a lot of it simply ignores the reality of our situations. Teachers get labeled as “making excuses,” but the honest-to-goodness reality is that 100% engagement from bell to bell is a myth. You will ever-so-rarely have a moment where it feels like 100% of the class is with you, and those moments are sweet. However, those moments are sweet because they almost never happen.
And it makes sense they wouldn’t.
Have you ever done *anything* for seven hours, every day, without losing focus?
Then why do we expect that from students?
The important thing is that you are available and trying to help all of your students. But I get that it’s nerve racking when your admin comes around and has to fill in an evaluation with how many students are engaged and what they are doing, but the complete reality is that they are human beings and not robots and sometimes they’re just not going to be with you and THAT IS OKAY.
Anonymous said: What are the top 10 things that you wish you would've known freshmen year?
Well, these are James’s answers. Some of these aren’t specifically about being a music major, but I think it still counts for something.
- Practicing actually makes you better if you’re willing to do it. Practice habits are also hard to learn. Ask your teacher about how to effectively practice.
- You’re not going to hopelessly fall in love your freshman year of college. You’re just not.
- You’re not actually a baritone. It’s just those 9:00 AM lessons.
- Going to class is a lot harder when you don’t HAVE to go. Get in the habit of going.
- Those tight pants you’re wearing aren’t going to fit you after this year because a lot people gain weight AFTER they get home from their first year of college.
- Piano is hard. Practice it so it gets less hard.
- Your entire value as a human being and member of society isn’t invested in your major. Go explore other things while you go to school. You’ll enjoy it more.
- You can’t go drink for drink with the upperclassmen or you’ll wake up down the street from campus.
- Your teachers are genuinely nice people if you get to know their reasons for going into higher education. Be nice to them. They can help you a lot more with your future than you think.
- Just like how you’re trying to figure yourself out while you’re at school, so is everybody else around you. Those people you hung out with last week at a party might fuck you over because they don’t know what they want. People are going to say and do mean, stupid things. It’s your job as a human being to grow from it and learn to roll with whatever crazy, stupid, fucked up punch life can throw at you physically, socially, or mentally.
Number 2 happened to me. And then I married him. Yeahhhh.128
This could not be more true.
you know that stage you went through where you hated being a girl and you just resented yourself and everything having to do with girly things because you were so sick of pink and barbies being pushed on you so you like full force rejected that shit and you were just so full of hate and vitriol at anything even the slightest bit “girly” yeah gender norms will fuck you up
And now at age 23 I have reaccepted femininity with dresses and lingerie and makeup and the brightest form of pink. Yesss ma’am.
Matching caged undies coming soon…
"So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all, but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and, like, we’re expected to swoon? I don’t think so."
Totally agree. Hence I married a man who prefers polos to tee shirts.