People think teaching
is a solitary profession. “You don’t
have an assistant?” they ask with a look of pity on their face. What they don’t realize, looking in from the
outside, is that teaching is most definitely a team sport whether you are lucky
enough to have an assistant or not.
More and more, we’re encouraged to view students in our school as
“OUR students”…all of them… not yours, mine, and hers. OURS.
In my corner of
my building, I’ve never known it any other way.
They have always been OUR students, and we have always been in this
together. When I started teaching fourth
grade, every regular education teacher on my grade level had 1.5 or less years of
experience. Talk about the blind leading
the blind! We didn’t just teach
together…we learned together, we planned together, we laughed together, we
tried not to cry too much together, and we shared EVERYTHING…together. And somehow, seven years passed…and we kept
coming back for more, and so did our students.
How and when did we become experienced teachers, together?
What people don’t
realize is that you can’t do this job alone.
Well, you can try, as I know from experience (see If I Knew Then), but
it won’t end well. We need feedback, we
need other perspectives, we need support, and we need meaningful contact with a
human being more than four feet tall. We
need someone to proofread our newsletters and look out for our kids when we
need a quick restroom break. We need
someone to laugh with over what little Johnny did that day or listen when we’re
concerned about what’s going on for little Johnny at home, and we need that
same person to take little Johnny off our hands for half an hour when we’ve
reached the end of our rope in our power struggle with him.
For me, I’ve been
fortunate to have one of those “someones” right across the hall for seven years
straight. She’s never said a cross word
to me, always helped with a smile, been honest when I needed honesty and gentle
when I needed gentleness. Somehow in the
midst of loud cafeteria lunches, tedious staff meetings, stressful National
Boards attempts, and hours yelling back and forth between our rooms after
school, we’ve become good friends and not just co-workers. We’ve grown into experienced teachers
together, and next year, we’ll keep on growing separately, as she changes grade
levels and possibly even schools (willingly, but not easily).
As she’s packed
up boxes this past week, it’s made me think about the pieces of her that are
tucked away in my heart. That’s how it
is with teaching; we are modeling for each other even when we don’t realize
it. From her, I’ve gained an
appreciation for patience with students and creativity in the classroom. In another co-worker, I admire organization
and forethought in her planning. In yet
another, I try to emulate the way she truly connects with her students. Another of my original 4th grade
level colleagues moved away a couple of years ago, and there are things that I
still do in my classroom that I learned from her. We are stronger as a team than we could ever
be individually, if only we’ll allow ourselves to learn from each other and not
just teach our students. Who
benefits the most? The students.
It’s been easy
for me to “team” with my coworkers the last few years. We came into this together, and we needed
each other to stay afloat. But as the “beginner”
years of my teaching career draw to a close and I enter into a new phase of at
least somewhat knowing what I’m doing, I hope not to lose the spirit of
cooperation that has been the theme of these last seven years. There will always be someone next door who
has an idea my students could benefit from and someone across the hall who
might need a listening ear.
...May we never close the doors to our classrooms and forget.
...May we never close the doors to our classrooms and forget.
“As iron sharpens iron, so one person
sharpens another.”
–Proverbs 27:17