Posted November 13, 2019 17:07:51 It started with a series of tweets from my old boss, Mr. Tim Stitt.
The first tweet read: I am proud of you, my dear!
We were both new teachers.
I had just left my current position at a high school, where I taught for nearly 20 years.
My former boss, a man I had known for 20 years, was a brilliant teacher.
We started chatting about his new book, Teachings of a Teacher, and how great it was to see him go from a very talented teacher with a fantastic background to a seasoned educator with a great passion for teaching.
My boss, like many new teachers, was excited to learn more about what he would be doing.
I also wanted to get back into my current job as a teacher, and to be in my office with the rest of my colleagues, preparing for the first day of classes.
The following day, I got a call from Mr. Stitt, who asked if I wanted to teach his first day.
“I have something new for you,” he said.
“It’s a class, so you’ll have to be there.”
The lesson plan was to teach one class, one day a week, in my old classroom.
I was nervous, but I didn’t know what to expect.
Mr. Statt wanted me to be a teacher and to do my best.
My heart sank, I had worked so hard to get into this job, but now he was telling me that I could be teaching that class for the rest and that I should not be doing it.
He explained that I was not good enough, but he did not tell me what he thought of me.
I did not know what that meant.
It was like being in a classroom and I did nothing.
The next day, Mr Stitt came back with a different lesson plan.
The new plan was for me to teach four classes in three days, in the new building.
He was not impressed with my previous plan and said, “You’ve got to be better than that.
You’re going to need to teach for three days.”
I thought, he really did not care about me as a person.
I thought he was joking with me, but it really did affect me.
Mr Statt did not think that I would be able to do this.
I told him that I had no idea what to do.
At first, I did my best to keep my head down and do my homework, but the longer I stayed at home, the more stressed I got.
I was not sure if I was going to be able be a good teacher, but at the same time, I was worried about how much work I would need to do to do well in the classroom.
Mr. D, the teacher, had just come back from teaching a group of students for the fourth grade.
I called him over, and he told me that my classes would be the first to be over.
He also told me not to talk to anyone at work.
A few days later, I received a call saying that Mr. L had just been promoted to the position of Teacher.
It took me a few days to adjust to this new opportunity.
When the new year began, I decided that I needed to learn how to teach.
After a month of work, I felt that I got it.
It felt great.
The lesson plan changed from a class to an hour-long lesson.
By this time, my boss had moved to a different building, and I was told that I must take a break.
I left for home, and was given a new teacher, Mr G, who was much nicer to me.
As I returned home from work, Mr D came to pick me up.
We walked to my old building.
Mr D took me to the new office.
I noticed that the windows in my building were not quite the same, so I asked him to look inside.
His face lit up, and said: “It looks amazing.
It’s a big building with a big classroom.”
He told me how much I had improved.
He said that the new plan worked and that it was going so well.
I said I could teach, but Mr D said that I did need to learn to be the person that I am today.
During my first lesson, I began to feel like I was in a dream.
I asked myself, “How did I get here?”
I started to feel a little nervous, and it was difficult for me not being a teacher.
Later that day, the teachers started coming to my office.
They were not happy with me for being a bad teacher, because I had always been a good one.
Mr L asked, “Is there anything you can do to help me?”
My response was that I knew it was not working.
There was nothing that