Rarely do I sit down and read a book in one night, usually it takes me two. But this last one I picked up, I did exactly that. It was that good. What can I say, I'm a fast reader and can't put it down once I get into it. This past Monday, browsing through my local library (which I do from time to time because I'm a nerd), this book just caught my eye. And yes, I do normally judge a book by its' cover. Maybe it's all the "back to school" on the brain, but when I saw this journal of a first year teacher, I knew I had an opportunity to be a fly on the wall. This takes you into a Chicago inner city classroom and lets you into the life and mind of a 24 year old shiny new teacher who faces new challenges every day. She hates her boss, has a love/hate relationship with the students, and is very frank about it all.
She really hooked me in with the following paragraph.
"I feel a certain ill ease about the human race and its unpredictable nature, its folly, its abuse of children. I look around and see that even grown-ups are really children, making mistakes and needing love. Does being wrong make you weaker? Does being needy make you weaker? I find myself praying, wishing for God, wishing for someone who sees everything that's happening, someone who cares what's happening. Maybe it's because it's so hard being the only grown-up in the room all day long." -Esme Raji Codell
We all know being a grown-up is hard work. Being the only grown-up in a classroom full of kids is even harder work. Being a grown-up who has to deal with all of the parents of those kids, not to mention the bureaucracy of their administration and county boards....for $30,000 a year??? It's a wonder our teachers don't all plea insanity.
May God Bless them all as they head back into classrooms this month.