We've been through quite a few changes. My students had to move from their former classes into mine and get into new routines with me. (And I had to do the same for them.) Then our grade level changed how we're doing reading/language arts classes - some students move to a different class for the morning to better meet needs. We've introduced centers and some other new routines.
And this week we seemed to just have come apart.
When the class comes apart, I know it's me (my reactions or my lack of clear expectations and supports). But I still get really frustrated with their behaviors and the "out of control" feeling. In fact, this week I pretty much felt like a failure.
Then I remembered what happened this time last year. My friends lost their son. (See my post about Sam.)
It reminds me of why I wanted to make this move in the first place. It renews my commitment to being a better teacher.
We have a break coming up in a week. I'm spending that time thinking about what changes I can make in our classroom.
I've been called to be a teacher. I may fail but I'll keep trying.
