It’s 7:30 AM, and I’m walking into the school building to the classroom I normally occupy, knowing my mentor teacher won’t be there but hoping that a sub was hired in my place, if only because the idea of teaching 6th, 7th, and 8th grade science, plus a math class, seems terrifying. However, it’s just me and a small pile of materials, topped off by a one page lesson plan for the day. I notice there is nothing written for 6th grade. That’s because I’ve already been teaching them for a few weeks. No worries. Following that block of space, several tasks are outlined for both 7th and 8th grade to get done. My first thought is that there is no way we’ll get through it all. And that would be a good thing because I dislike nothing more than having awkward spaces of time when nothing is getting done. Feeling optimistic, though, I list all that we have to do on the whiteboard, so students won’t have to repeatedly ask me what we are doing. (Note: They asked anyway.) With the day organized in my head and for students to see, I only wait.
When the 7th grade homeroom first realized their normal teacher was gone for the day, they were surprised to learn that I would be the sub. That soon turned to excitement. At first, I thought it was because they wanted me to teach. I thought they were excited because a small change in an otherwise stable schedule is a reason to be happy. However, I later learned that most of them assumed it meant they would get no work done. Luckily, I kept that train of thought from getting too far. Today was a day that had me using my “teacher voice” more than I have before. While I am used to teaching 6th grade, they had trouble staying on task. My only solution was to direct them to stay focused with a loud and unwavering few words. I did the same with 7th and 8th grade. Halfway through the day, my throat felt sore. I am not accustomed to speaking loudly, so it’s difficult, but that is one of the best ways to keep students busy.
In general, there were no bad moments. Students weren’t rude, and each one got most of their work done. The 8th grade zipped through my list, but we ended the class in time to have no weird empty spaces. The 6th grade fell short of where I wanted to get them, but it will work itself out. The 7th grade are extremely good at getting themselves off-topic, so I did speak louder to them than the other two grades, but I later admitted that I didn’t mind them conversing with each other if it had to do with work, if only because I hate absolute silence. The math class went alright, made up mostly of 7th grade students. They finished what they were supposed to, but some students took much longer because they didn’t understand and didn’t want to try. If a student is stuck, I want to try to help them. There isn’t much I can do, though, when I’ve practically given them the answer, and they do nothing.
As the day came to an end, I let out a deep breath I hadn’t known I was holding. I wanted students to get work done, but I wanted more for them to start seeing me as a teacher. Starting next week, I will be teaching both 6th and 8th grade, two drastically different groups of kids. Leading the 8th grade for the first time today, I was afraid that I would spend the entire hour keeping certain students from making rude comments. I handled it all pretty well, though. When students got into side conversations, I spoke directly to them and waited until they continued working. It helped tremendously when an Ed Tech was present. I can’t emphasize enough how amazing it would be to require all teachers to have assistants of some kind. When I worked with the 6th grade, I had the hardest time helping individual students because some needed more direction than others. It occurred to me to move those who needed more help to a separate table altogether, but there was not enough room, and I also had to make sure those students who got done early would have something new to do. Even when I pictured it all exploding in my head, though, nothing went wrong. Students got the help they needed, and anything not finished today can be done tomorrow. I didn’t like assigning so much homework to some of the students, but it wasn’t my choice. Some of them had the chance to finish it before the end of the day, but one boy has to finish homework and classwork he didn’t get done. I wished I could have made it better, but there’s only so much I can do.
After a day like this one, I want to talk to the students and admit to them that I’m not a fan of public school either. When some described the school as prison and that laughter was frowned upon, I thought it sounded absurd, but maybe that’s what some students have learned. It’s hard when I have to take a different stance on education than I believe in, but I can’t freely admit that and expect that it’s okay to have students do nothing because it’s not. Yes, I would like to learn more methods for teaching the skills they need, rather than just reading from a textbook and filling out journals with data that, to them, has no impact on their real lives. However, just making that change isn’t very simple. I don’t want to get off-topic, but I wonder now what substitutes think when they go into a classroom and cover material using methods they may not agree with, or even regular classroom teachers. I don’t know if any educator truly likes raising their voice or threatening detention in order for work to get done. I want the students I’m working with to grasp the concepts they need, but I want to figure out different approaches. In any case, it was a long and enlightening day in a substitute’s shoes.