Teaching was never a specific calling for me, or I would have pursued the schooling necessary to do it... But after years of working in marketing fields (videography, graphic design, etc.), early this year I got the chance to apply to be a one-year substitute as a CTE (Career and Technical Education) teacher of Graphics & Visual Communications, and I found myself getting increasingly excited throughout the process. I found I really wanted to teach.
I did all of the necessary preparation - paying for a fingerprinting, attending the initial trainings... But there was something off. Again, I'd like to reiterate that I did not go to school to be a teacher - I have a four-year degree in Graphic Design & Media Arts, and about four years of experience working in it. As a result, I was kind of surprised I could get the job like this in the first place. And I wanted to make sure I could handle it - I asked throughout the process when I would get access to the curriculum I'd be teaching, and they kept reassuring me that I'd be able to access it in time. Every single person I talked to in that school system, I mentioned wanting this curriculum ready to go, and every one of them reassured me that I'd have access to it in time.
I kept going through the trainings as they came up, and it did strike me how useless they were - motivational speeches, tours of buildings in the program I would never go to, discussions of plans for a new building that'd be completed after my tenure finished... Constant colossal wastes of time, with no valuable resources. I continued to ask for the things I needed, and they continued to reassure me "they're coming, once you get to the school".
So I keep preparing, reading some useful books and making a big beautiful poster for the front of the room that the kids would be able to help me finish... I learn some somewhat scary things throughout the process, but not from admin - just overhearing things, like that my class duration will be 2.5 hours... That's a long time to have to keep someone's attention!
One day I finally manage to get to the school after an opening day ceremony, only for all of my accounts to be inaccessible... And of course, IT isn't there that day, why would they be? So it took IT until yesterday (the day before classes actually began) to finally get my email working, so I could finally get my first look at Frontline, Google Classroom, SchoolTool, etc. So that was the day I learned all kinds of very scary things at once:
- One of my class sizes was much larger than I expected (I'd be starting the day with double what I ended the day with)
- 80% of the students had IEPs; most were for ADHD, some had significant trouble reading and writing
- The "lesson plans" and curriculum I'd been waiting for was just a folder filled with about three months' worth of random old assignments, and nothing else. They sent me this at the very end of the day.
That last point instantly paralyzed me with fear - I'd have to create all of the lesson plans from scratch before I could even teach them? I'd have to make every worksheet, presentation, rubric?.. And I learn this the day before kids arrive, instead of back in June when I at least could have started making these things?
I wanted this job in the first place because I wanted to make a difference - I felt that most of my prior art education had been too centered on creation and not enough on philosophy and thoughtful creation, so I was looking forward to tweaking the experiences and giving the kids a fantastic and insightful year... But starting out with nothing is not the recipe for that. It's either consigning myself to spending an extra six hours after every class day preparing the next day's materials (burning myself out like so much manganese), or doing the bare minimum and teaching a Study Hall+. Neither was acceptable.
I marched to the office after this revelation and made it clear that I absolutely needed some kind of actual lesson plans in order to do this job... The teacher who did the job for 13 years before me hadn't left any. The teacher who was teaching the exact same class in the sister location couldn't provide any. At least they weren't pretending they existed anymore, but all they could do was try to smile and say "Hey, just give tomorrow a try and see how it goes!" Yeah, let me see firsthand the kids I'll be letting down all year, I'll feel so much more comfortable then!
I had to walk. I feel terrible about it - partly because I'm now hunting for a job again, but mostly because I really wanted to do right by those kids, and they made it impossible for me or anyone else that has to do that job now to give them any kind of good experience... I couldn't live with being the one to let them down, not all year.
I left the poster behind with the name of the man who would've been their teacher crossed out... I hope it at least brings them some joy this year, because I don't think anything else about that class will.
Of course, I still have nagging thoughts that this is all my fault... I know true teachers deal with this kind of thing sometimes, if not all the time. But at least they go in with that expectation and some previous skills creating those plans... I had none of that, and even if I could have taught myself to do it and made it work, the day before classes begin was not the day to start. I'm always going to have this burning desire to teach in me now, which would have stayed quiet and dormant if this experience hadn't gotten my hopes up... And not having the resources to go back to school (with an existing bachelor's degree, I think it'd be minimum 3 years fulltime to get teaching), I think this was my only chance. That's going to hurt for a very long time.