Well the summer has arrived and that means another year of teaching school has been put to bed. That was year #9 for me. I was thinking to myself that few jobs are as cyclical as teaching. Just about every teacher knows what year they are on (unless they’ve been teaching along time and then its seems to get a little murky for them). Is there any other jobs that have such delineated starts and finishes? Maybe baseball player?
This past year was unique for me. I believe it was my toughest since my first year. First years of teaching I think are universally challenging. So what was so tough about this one? Well for one thing I taught a 6/5 contract. This means that instead of carrying the normal load of 5 classes, with one off for preparation, etc, I taught all 6 periods of the day. It amounts to a 20% increase in the number of classes taught and comes with a 20% increase in the teacher’s salary.
I had taught a 6/5 contract before but the extra class was the same “kind” of class that I was already teaching, like another geometry class when I was already teaching several. So it was more work to actually be there teaching it, and more work to grade the papers, and more work after class or at home because my preparation period was gone. But I didn’t really have to do any extra lesson preparation.
This year my sixth class was a class I wasn’t teaching so it demanded its own time and energy in preparation. And the extra class was one of our rougher classes with less eager learners and plenty of classroom management (if you get my drift).
But anyway, I made it. In fact I did something different this year that seems to have had a major difference in the way my students felt about me.
I belong to the “school” of teaching that believes that it is not the role of the teacher to be the students’ friend. It has never been my intention to get the students to like me or think I am “cool.” This year however, I took a couple moments at the end of classes when we had a few spare moments to tell a couple of stories from my life that I thought might entertain my students. I have been amazed by the response of my students. I guess I told some pretty good stories because my students seemed to look at me differently that in years passed. I had several students come shake my hand after school on our last day. I got hugged by two other male students.
I have my students fill out a survey after their last test on their last day to give me feedback on what they liked about class and what they would change to make it better. I tend to get pretty positive reviews from students but this year they were more positive that usual…and I think it was the stories. In fact tons of them explicitly mentioned the stories in their comments. It became typical during the school year for students to start begging for a new story. Of course what motivation might have been to just distract class for a few moments so they wouldn’t be doing math, but I could tell that they really just want to hear about some event from my life.
I told stories about:
- nearly eating a homemade, headcheese sandwich in Chile
- jumping of an 80 foot cliff at Lake Powell
- nearly getting suspended from school my senior year of high school for using Pee-Chee folders
- my great-grandfather nearly having his head cut off by an axe by his cousin (I tell this one every year right before Thanksgiving)
My father thinks that kids lead sheltered lives these days so that most exciting moments from my life sound like I am Indiana Jones to them. Whatever the reason is, my story-telling seemed to make a difference in how my students felt about me. Did this translate into better effort in math class? Maybe not…but I actually think it did.












