fifths diseasePosted: September 6, 2011
Today was a first for me – I began another school year, but I wasn’t nervous. No first-day jitters, no laying awake the night before wondering what to wear, no giddiness over the smell of new school supplies. All day I waited for the thrill to kick in, but I’m still waiting.
This is my fifth year of teaching. My first year was spent at a private school teaching 6-12 grade social studies. It was the perfect place to “get my feet wet”. Years 2-4 were magic. I taught high school social studiees at a Title I school, and I loved every minute of it. I immersed myself in curriculum planning, extra curricular activities, and school policy. I became an educator here. When my husband I and moved out of state for his job, I was sad to leave, but incredibly grateful for my time spent there.
I was also glad when I received a teaching position in our new home state. In case you didn’t know, jobs in general are hard to come by. Because each state’s curriculum is a little different, I now find myself teaching the same subject I’ve taught to high schoolers for the past three years…to middle schoolers.
And so here I am, my first day of school in my fifth year of teaching, bored, tired, and maybe disillusioned. Perhaps what concerns me the most is that I don’t know what will happen to me if I am tired of teaching.