I've been teaching in primary schools now for eleven years. You would think that in those years I would have gradually come to feel more competent and yet I have to say that it has been quite the opposite. I have had so many student / family-related issues brought to my attention that I feel less and less able to cater to my students. Time and again, teachers are bombarded with information that asks us to consider medical issues, psychological issues, legal issues and cultural issues. The latest in this series of issues was brought to my attention this week and left me feeling disempowered and overwhelmed.
Bridges Out of Poverty
My week began with a professional development day organised for the public schools in our district. Called Bridges Out of Poverty and featuring the work of Dr Ruby Payne, the seminar addressed the challenges of poverty in the context of students and their families. Now, don't get me wrong. The information presented was both enlightening and disturbing. It made me realise that there are whole other worlds out there that I certainly wasn't consciously aware of, sitting here in my painfully middle class existence. I'm not just talking about the poverty class here either. I'm also referring to the wealthy class. It was a bizarre experience to feel simultaneously privileged and inadequate.
I guess I emerged from the training with some strategies for dealing with kids affected by poverty but also with the feeling that this was just another nail in the coffin for my teaching career. This job entails far more than I'd ever imagined and demands more than I've got to give. I'm done. I've had enough. Enough of the demands on my personal time, my emotions, my family and my finances (because I do end up spending my own money on my students - money that I really can't afford to spend). I don't know what the alternative is for me yet, though I'd like to think that it is going to be associated with writing considering that when I'm writing, I'm happy. In an ideal world, I'd love to get paid for being happy.
Looking for the Positive
At this stage, it doesn't matter how much I want to be out of teaching. It's paying the bills and is allowing me to provide my kids with a stable home and myself with the opportunity to travel. So I'll teach until the universe creates the conditions that will allow me to bid this phase of my life a thankful farewell.
I've made a conscious decision to approach each day with positivity. It seems that this is paying off too. On the first day of school, two of my toughest kids came to talk to me together at lunchtime to let me know that they have made a decision to try harder with their schoolwork and their behaviour. I was stoked, but tried not to let my elation get out of hand in case it scared them. I thanked them for their mature decision and promised to support them in any way that I could. I also reiterated that I believed in them, probably more than they believe in themselves. They are both intelligent kids who could be doing so much better. I've tried many different strategies to engage and motivate, but most times, the success has been short-lived. I know it is because they needed to make the decision for themselves.
So far they are sticking to their promise, and though it has only been three days, it takes very little to get them back on task when they slip. A raised eyebrow is now sufficient for them to self-correct. I've been really diligent about giving them public and private recognition of their efforts without actually offering extrinsic rewards and I'm hoping that they have made the transition to finding intrinsic motivation.They need to want to succeed for the sake of succeeding. Perhaps a positive experience with these two kids will help me to find the motivation to continue teaching for the moment.

UK Trip
Today, my travel buddy and I finalised a few more details of our trip. We have booked our London hotel, organised an overnight trip to Paris and a stay at Eynsham Hall in Oxford.

I must admit, I looked at this problem in a new light after the poverty seminar on Monday. At least I'm lucky enough to be in a position where I can have a credit card in the first place.

As an ex-hockey player of many years (damn you osteo-arthritis for taking that away from me!), I'm excited to see the Australian boys and girls fighting it out at the Commonwealth Games. The World Cup winning Kookaburras are an amazing team (and VERY pretty to look at), and our girls have the potential to extremely well too after finishing second in the World Cup not long ago.
I had planned to write more, but it's very tricky to watch and cheer for the hockey lads and type at the same time, so I'm off to admire their skills...truly.