Sweaters and Putty

schoolsweaterHere’s this year’s school picture… as you may or may not have notice, I am wearing an awful sweater.  It’s not just any awful sweater, it is an extra-large woman’s knitted sweater with a split collar.  This isn’t to say I regularly wear the opposite sex’s clothing–this was a gag that Ricky and I came up with for staff pictures.  Our idea was that we would find an awful sweater from a second-hand shop and then try to convince as many people as possible to wear the sweater.  With a little bit of prodding, the first person hopped into this monstrosity and had her picture taken, then Ricky and I followed suit, which must have set the tone because nearly everyone on staff adorned this purple, green and black piece of art.

I was really surprised at how many people were game for the sweater, there were even a handful of people that I thought would sternly refuse to slip on this hideous rag, yet they did.  I can’t wait to see the yearbook when it comes out, hopefully it shows a staff that can be lighthearted and has a good time together, especially with our goofy mugs adorned in the same outfit.

As the previous tale implies, school is back in swing, for which I am thankful.  Not that I don’t enjoy my summers but I enjoy my job just as much, especially when I learn something new, as I did this year.

As with every year, I see some of my same students from the previous year and then a whole host of others that I have never met before.  I had a new tenth grade class come into my class and I thought I was in for a rough year.  I was sure at least one kid was trying to stare me down, while others were loudly voicing their belief that this class was going to, in her words, “suck”.  Along with that, another gal professed that she loved to mess with teachers and “piss them off.”  I came home a little deflated and was sure I was going to have a hard-line approach with this class.

Then we started our poetry unit–for some reason, unbeknown to me all of those things cracked and quickly faded.  The kid who was staring me down works hard to get his work done.  The girl who was sure how much the class would suck has quickly taken to haikus, illustrating one beautifully.  As well, the one student who said that she was out to make my life miserable has actually made me laugh more than any other student.

So, I guess the lesson belongs to me–the first impressions and my preconceived ideas about my students aren’t meant to held on to, rather, I should just do what I do and they come around… and hopefully they will become, as one of my Educational Assistants said, “Putty in your hand.”

Ps. I won my first game as a head coach 27-0… then proceeded to lose the next two.  I knew I should had retired with a perfect record.

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About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on September 23, 2009, in random whine, teaching. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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