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There Must Be Something I’m Missing

Today, as the last bell rang, one of my students stayed behind to gather her things.

She’s a sweet young lady who was in my class last year.  She was moved from one class period to another when her schedule was adjusted multiple times for various reasons.  The one constant for her was keeping me as her reading teacher.

This year, she wound up in my class again.  It’s been an honor to watch her grow in maturity as she’s handled some very difficult situations in her life.

Today, as she was leaving, she apologized for her classmates, many of whom are simply giving me fits.

I have tried so many things with that particular class and just cannot seem to hit on something that works consistently with them.

It has been so frustrating…especially when I see a few students who are focused and working so hard to pass FCAT.

Hearing my little girl apologize made me sad, and I told her that I felt as though there was something I wasn’t doing right.

As a teacher, I have to look at myself because I am, after all, the adult…the one in charge of my classroom.

It’s been difficult, though, because I do not have these behavior problems in my other classes, so I don’t know exactly what I am doing wrong.

Of course, I didn’t say these things to my student, for it would be in appropriate to discuss them with her, but she is a sensitive young woman who has a heart for those who are having a hard time.

My heart warmed as she said, “Mrs. Auburnchick, you have tried EVERYTHING to help us learn.  It’s not your fault if some kids don’t want to.”

Wise words.

Still, I know there’s something I’m missing.

Unfortunately, it’s April.

There’s not much time left in the school year.

I have to try to figure things out, though, so that I won’t feel as though this year has been a waste of time.

Happiness to a Teacher

Happiness means many things to a teacher.

It can mean a student’s mastery of a much-agonized skill.

It can mean the completion of a week of lesson plans.

It might even mean that the dreaded yearly IPDP process is finally over.

While I, personally, have found happiness in such things recently, I’d like to add one more item to the list.

See if you can figure out what I mean by looking at the following picture…


As promised, two people in my district’s Media Services department visited my classroom during first period and switched out the bulb in the projector.

In true Auburnchick fashion, the bulb did not merely blow its fuse (or whatever it is that light bulbs do when they cease to shine).

Oh no.

The bulb, it was discovered, had SHATTERED inside the projector!!


The switch only took a few minutes, during which time I continued to teach the lesson I’d been in the middle of.

When we turned on the projector, and the Smartboard lit up, I could have sworn I heard angels singing!

My students gave a round of applause.

One of my guys told the technicians, “You can play a part in our education no matter what you do!”

True statement (not to mention one very happy and grateful teacher)!

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