New Beginnings in Education
I just got my first teaching job due to start in the fall of 2008. To say the least I am both excited and scared to death. I took parenting my only child very seriously. Her educational needs were important to me too. I never had a problem speaking out if I felt like she was not getting something she needed in school. Back to school night was so important to me. I can’t remember a time that I didn’t attend. When my daughter started middle school we lived very close to my grandmother. She attended almost every back to school nite us. She and I took turns dropping my daughter off at school and picking her up. I have been a single mother most of my daughter’s life. I would not have made it if it hadn’t been for the loving support of my grandmother. It was fun having her there as support. My daughter and I have had a difficult time adjusting to her absence since her death in 2002.
In those days what was important to me was that my daughter’s teachers knew I cared about her education. I think back then I though that if I didn’t show I was involved that they would ignore her. After all I was trusting my child’s care and keeping to a stranger, some randomly changing adult figure that I had to start all over with every school year. Some individual that I “didn’t know from Adam” as my grandmother would say.
I rely on my experiences as a parent to help me as a teacher. I decided after many years in business that I wanted a change. Several years ago I had worked with disabled children as a respite care worker in the early 90’s. I had even worked for a time as a group counselor, but in regards to teaching, unlike those who have taught since graduating from college, I am flying by the seat of my pants.
Now don’t get me wrong. I am enrolled in a teacher training program, and I am working towards a Master’s degree in Special Education, but the real test is in the classroom. That is where teachers are born….in the trenches. I think my biggest fear is not creating appropriate lesson plans, it’s classroom management….getting my students to listen to me and take instruction from me.
Fortunately, I did get an opportunity to work as an instructional aide or teacher’s assistant (some call them paraprofessionals) for a few months this year. That was a lot fun. I worked in a special day class with elementary school age children dealing with moderate to severe disabilities and conduct problems. It was a rewarding experience. I fell in love with those kids right away. All children are special and no matter what their circumstances are they deserve love, and a chance to succeed. I keep in mind too that the trust I put in my daughter’s teachers some other mama is putting in me and I don’t want to let her or her baby down. For me teaching is a privilege. I am being given a great responsibility, and therefore a lot to live up to and look forward to it.
















