I hate the first week of school.
There. I’ve said it.
While all my other teacher friends are writing sentimental statements about how excited they are about students coming back and how fresh and eager their darlings are, I’m spending the day crying and wondering why I didn’t look for a new job over the summer.
It’s not that I don’t like my students. I really do. I love to give them a big (sideways) hug and see their shining faces again.
It’s just that my job has become increasingly behavior management and (not surprisingly) the kids on my caseload with behavior issues (about 20%) are wigging out during the first week of school. So I often spend the first week “rescuing” teachers by becoming a one-on-one aide to these students. I develop behavior point cards for kids I haven’t even met before but have a speech IEP. I pull students out of class to give them a break. I schedule emergency behavior meetings, and try to coordinate the schedules of 5-8 people so that we can support these students. I endanger re-injuring my foot as I run after kids and tend to wounds of students that scratch me on their first day of school.
As much as I want to scream, “This isn’t supposed to be my job!”, I can also appreciate how strapped for adults the school is. The truth of the matter is that there is no one who is trained and has the time to deal with these behaviors. And if the student has articulation or language issues, the job falls on me.
Please tell me one day it will get better!?!