a (sad?) realization
When you teach, you always want to be at least one step ahead of your students. I like to be at least 2 weeks ahead of my students, or at least have an entire unit of instruction done at once so that I know where I'm heading the whole time. In the ideal world (which apparently still does not exist), I would do most of my planning over the summer and then just review things and edit them as needed throughout the school year. Thanks to the High Holidays and moving, I didn't get any real advanced planning done - just the bare bones of topics and a calendar of when I would do each topic. SO, I spend my daycare time trying to get ahead of my students. And so far, I have been extraordinarily unsuccessful at this task.
Sure, I'm the world's best procrastinator (or at least in the top 10). After all, I'm writing this entry on a Wednesday, 40 minutes before I need to pick up Caleb, and I have 2 of my 4 classes planned for this coming Sunday and nothing planned for any future weeks. I have played Tetris, read e-mail, chatted with a friend, watched a small amount of tv (1 hour), looked at courses online that might help me actually know something about what I am teaching, yelled at my friend about teaching, and yelled at my husband about teaching. Shockingly, I did not read any news though I did manage to skim some headlines.
Yet when I am not procrastinating, when I actually try to do the work that sits in front of me, I am so stuck that it hurts. I get overwhelmed with the vast amount of information that I'm trying to trim down and organize so that I can present it to a group of middle and high school students. I get frustrated that I can't find the information that I think should be somewhere in the realm of cyberspace. I spend a lot of time feeling stupid that I can't find examples of what I want to teach, that I can't figure out what some biblical prophet is ranting about, and that I simply can't find anything coherent. I have all of these books on my shelves and still cannot find things to teach.
So I started to think about why I didn't want to ask for help from my bosses/staff. And I started to think about my fears as a teacher... how I simply don't know enough to be doing this, that I am in over my head. I kept coming back to the idea that I am just no good at this, but I know that isn't exactly true. I'm really not bad, in fact I suppose I'm pretty good at presenting material to middle and high school students. I know that I'm feeling incompetent because of the trouble I'm having when I try to find source material and when I try to organize that material. But then it hit me.
I am feeling incompetent because every time I've thought I was good at something, I later found out that I was really not that good and that I should go do something else.
When I was 9, I wanted to be a writer. I dreamt of living in Greenwich Village, NY, in some small apartment, by myself with a typewriter and I would write great stories and novels. Today I almost laugh at this dream because I don't consider myself to be a very good writer. I don't have a plethora of ideas in my head just waiting to be shared with the world, and my writing style leaves much to be desired. When I was 10, I started to play clarinet and by the time I was 12 or 13, I was determined to become a professional clarinetist. This dream was slightly more reasonable since I actually used to play clarinet reasonably well, and I practiced like any compulsive person might - always. Some time in high school though, I began to have the idea that it wasn't very likely that I could be a professional clarinetist. Maybe I started to realize that there were many people who played clarinet and had to teach private lessons in order to eat. Maybe I decided dating was more fun than practicing. Maybe I didn't like the idea of spending my college years in a practice room. And I know I didn't like the idea of auditioning in addition to the regular college application process. I modified the dream to be a music educator, but I changed this dream completely before graduating. I'm not sure why I change that dream. Maybe the idea of dealing with band camp and teacher contracts and shrinking budgets and kids who NEVER practice just didn't appeal to me. All I know is that by the time I was applying for college, I was saying that I would be a political science major. I don't think I knew (and probably still don't know) what political science is. I think I had some idea that I would study political science and then go to law school. Again, I don't remember what my motivations were. I know that being a lawyer was not a dream. I didn't have a love for it like I had loved reading as a child or how I loved playing my clarinet. I just knew that being a lawyer was an actual job that paid.
As you might have guessed, I didn't become a lawyer. In fact, I never took a single political science or history course in college. Between high school and college, I spent quite a bit of time watching my dad work with spreadsheets. I think he was figuring out the family budget, or maybe he was evaluating whether a business was a good one to go into. I wanted to understand what he was reading, and so I became a business major almost as soon as I set foot on campus. Business school came easily to me with some exceptions - accounting was painfully boring, and finance was just painful. Again, I didn't feel a love for the business world. I suppose it is possible to feel love for the study of business - after all, I had professors who had PhD's in some sort of business specialization; they must have liked business enough to study and research it enough to get a Ph.D. I didn't feel a passion for any particular field of study until I met psychology, but that love was thwarted nearly instantaneously by my well-intentioned parents. Psychology did not lead to a job, according to my concerned parents. My task in college was to get a job at the end of 4 years of school. Psychology majors were a dime a dozen (as were English majors and just about any liberal arts major). Psychology was not an acceptable career path, and so I covertly minored in it, which was probably for the best. For all I know, I would have burned out on psychology and been even less employable than I am today.
By the time I graduated with my marketing degree, I felt like I would be an awesome marketing researcher (whatever one of those was). Well, my first job was disappointing, and my second job didn't pay very well. My third job was better but I lost interest and discovered Jewish Studies and thought I was better at Jewish Studies than marketing. I'm pretty sure I am better at Jewish Studies than marketing.
Many years and a master's degree later, I still feel incompetent. Even if I limit this feeling to my adulthood, I feel lousy. I started a career that made me fairly miserable (marketing), changed to one which was supposed to be in line with my values, and now find myself feeling completely inadequate at something that I really want to be more than adequate at. Boy, that's an awkward sentence - probably a good thing I'm not a writer.
I want to be a good Jewish educator. No, I want to be an excellent Jewish educator. I want to be that teacher that kids are excited to learn from, and I want to be the teacher who knows where to direct kids for more information - the information that goes beyond the scope of the class, but that I happen to know because I'm just that familiar with my subject matter. I don't want to feel like I have nothing new to present my students or that all of "my" good ideas are in fact someone else's ideas. I want to be the educator who has more ideas of what to teach than time to teach, and I want to be the educator who knows how best to organize those ideas.
Well, it's 4:20... nearly time to pick up Caleb and write off another day of unproductivity. At least I realized that I feel stuck because of feeling like I've never been successful at paths I've chosen. Maybe that will be a starting point for me.
