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And so the true story begins—day one of the Texas teaching.

In the late hours of last night, my roommates and I were still trying to determine what exactly would be the schedule of events on our first day of pedegogy. Based on information from a second year teacher, we concluded that we would have our homeroom kids for about two hours.

But then life happened…

Two hours turned into five…one annoyed group of kids turned into one very antsy and hungry group of students. I didn’t exactly plan for five hours, and my voice could barely live up to the task. Several modeled procedures and student drawn examples of good behavior later, I had completed my first morning in middle school Texas History.

Then came periods 7 and 8. These borderlands I call home made me question my decisions at first because I couldn’t speak Spanish. Everyone told me it would be alright. Haha, it was quite alright when the first girl asked me “Manana catorce?” or when I mispelled “caballo” on the board. Now I know how they feel when confronted with learning English. Or when I get locked out of my classroom, because not being able to speak Spanish and feeling like a tool being locked out actually creates quite a similar sensation.

Best part? I get to wake up and do it all again tomorrow with five groups of kids, instead of just three.

One way to catch any student’s attention

Friday, 3pm. I am working up a sweat posting various colored pieces of butcher paper on my walls in hopes that it will create an environment student’s will enjoy being in. Earlier, I had taped fly paper from the ceiling because the swirling mass of disease carrying annoyances was proving too much for my already dwindling patience. Unfortunately, these two previous statements are about to merge into a rather entertaining plot.

I had been standing on a table to reach the ceiling tiles when I turned to jump down and get another piece of butcher paper. Completing forgeting that I had attached fly paper in that very spot, I jumped directly into the paper and tumbled to the floor. The glue and paper proceeded to become very attached to not only my hair, but skull and pants. After much painful pulling, I was able to tear about half of the length off, leaving just my crazy hair and some green paper sticking out.

I walked past oh not one, but three of my fellow teachers (one that actually knew me). I attempted to cover my dishelved mane but a massive piece of glue covered fly paper is hard to hide. A fellow TFAer named Sarah was able to recover the rest of the paper, but the glue was having none of it. I had to get at least some work done before I went home for the day, so I sucked it up and stuck my clumpy, glued hair to the rest of my head, in hopes that it might look quasi-normal. It was at this time Principal Pena decided to walk into my room and see my hair sticking straight up (no joke).

And yes….in case you were wondering, they’ve put ME in CHARGE of 130 students. The girl who would be forever deemed, “Sticky” by her colleagues.

Now that’s one way to catch your student’s attention.

Syllabus for Ms.C’s

Greetings! My name is Ms. C and I’m thrilled to be teaching Texas History in Rio Grande City this fall! I know that we will all have a very successful year, provided that you as students can sit quietly, raise your hands at every question and pass the state standards with flying colors. However, considering that there isn’t a stray dog’s chance on a highway that you as pubescent, hormonal preteens would be little angels, let’s get down to business.

This year is going to be make me want to tear my hair out at points, and you all may want to jump out the window and swim across the river out back TO Mexico, but we can get through it. And at the end, it will all be worth it.

Welcome to 7th Grade Texas History, Yankee style.

Is this too harsh for a start of the year letter? What do you think?