Whereas in Ft. Worth, it was important to be a strong disciplinarian, in Krum, these kids felt like they had gotten a Marine Sergeant. I was used to pre-empting fights by having strict straight lines when walking the halls. I was used to "nipping" things in the bud! It finally took a little chat with my principal to realize that these kids were not hiding weapons, or just waiting to "jump" each other. In fact, most of these kids were related somehow or knew each other since birth. I could relax and not be quite so"wound tight" I believe were his words. So, I ventured forth into a new realm of teaching.
This second year also offered another challenge. I would have a child in my classroom with whom I was friends with her mother. I had never had this happen, and was worried about it. But the child had cystic fibrosis and missed a lot of school. Since I lived out there near her, I could tutor her after school. It took me longer than Amber to acclimate. She did slip a few times and called me "KaKi" but no one seemed to care since many of them had had teachers they knew or were related to!
Both of these challenges would not even come close to the challenge that came that second year for me. I adjusted to Nicolette, I became much more organized which would be beneficial in the future. I enjoyed having the assistant and learned how to co-teach which would also prove to be a plus for my future. Having Amber turned out to be a true joy! She was my biggest cheerleader! Her hugs meant a lot to me that year.
But the biggest challenge came on New Year's Day. Shane Howard, a shy, sweet boy from my class, died. He had fallen into an icy pond before Christmas, and before I could get to the hospital, he had died. There is no class in college to prepare you for this. How do you deal with your own grief? How do you tell 18 nine year olds that their classmate has died? How do you deal with the media? How do you deal with nine-year olds' grief? How do you do all of this alone because your district is too small to have counselors? I don't know. Basically you take one minute at a time. One day at a time. You make mistakes, and you apologize and you keep taking steps.
I learned many lessons from those country kids. I learned that all kids want to be loved, respected and listened to, no matter their circumstances. I learned that all kids crave boundaries and the chance to show they are responsible. I learned that all kids love to be read to by their teacher, even if they have a mom at home who reads to them. I learned to relax and trust my kids and myself. But the greatest gift came from Shane. I learned to appreciate life. I learned to live in the present. I learned to hug my kids often and tell them I loved them and how proud of them I was, no matter how they might seem to not like it!
Thank you, Krum. Thank you kids for loving me and taking this strange, outsider in and loving me. Thank you for all the lessons that have helped me become who I am today.
I came to realize from that two year period, that my true passion lay in teaching inner-city students. I realized I must use my gifts where they were most needed. I would only be truly happy when teaching in the inner-city. For that, I am eternally grateful.
Let's see we have lived here in Krum two years, so it must be time for a move! Stay tuned to part 3 to see where we go next.