Day 3 of Hybrid Instruction! (SOL)

I am on my third day of hybrid instruction. I don’t necessarily want to slice about it as I feel I am still too close. And I prefer to get some distance and allow things to percolate. But as I was pouring my anger and frustration into my notebook yesterday and today, I realized how freeing it was to let that go. How freeing it was to go in unfiltered and let it all go.

My original post, which I had planned, continues to help me through these times.

I graduated from The University of Southern Mississippi. And as I attended the Gulf Campus rather than the Main Campus, I graduated with a tiny group. My professor, academic advisor, and mentor took us out to lunch one day. I had just completed one of the most challenging years. I had continued working for a while at the writing center while I was a student-teacher (the program discourages students working during the program for a good reason. I don’t even want to get started on how much expecting students to work for free an entire semester limits access to so many who can’t afford to do so.) Sitting there days before the graduation ceremony, it still didn’t sink in that we would graduate. I had just completed it by what seems the skin of my teeth.

She told us to tell her anything that was on our mind, so I took that chance, and quickly I spilled all of my worries. The burnout rate, the fact that teachers’ average career-span is so low—that teaching is the hardest job I have ever done, and I was in the army. That as hopeful we are for students, what’s going to happen when we run into obstacles about standardized testing and the fact that so many people making the decisions are so far removed from the classroom that many initiatives are not conducive to growth. She quickly grabbed my hand. She looked me right in my eye and said, “stop!” she then grabbed a paper and pen from her purse, and she drew a circle. She said, “here is all you can control, all you have direct power of. And here, you have everything else,” she scribbled a much larger circle encompassing the first circle. I’m paraphrasing but she said something to the effect while pointing to this much larger circle, “here, this is everything out of your control; everything you’re saying belongs here. You cannot stay there. You have to focus on your sphere, the way to stay in this circle is to continually grow, first and foremost to find the teachers who can help you. Lean on like-minded educators and know that the work, although difficult, can be done. Also, attend conventions such as NCTE and recharge. Come back into the classroom and find your authentic teaching self.”

When she told us all this, there was no way she could have known what was coming and how this year has been met with a struggle. But I’m glad she said all those things to me.

Oh, and hybrid instruction is going well. Well, at least much better than I had thought. That said, it is hard not to feel like a failure. Today I reread a poem (Domestic Barbarians by Adam Clay), and the lines that stick out are: “Each day’s a failure, / but failures accumulate into / something substantial. I feel / most sure of myself when / I’m suspicious of myself.” And I suspect as much is out of my control as much is not within my circle of power, I can make small changes to do better. So I will keep focusing on what I can control. I’ll keep leaning on educators that care and support me. I’ll keep learning and growing. Best of all, I’ll keep writing.

(The piece of paper I lost but I was reminded that I notebooked this circle back in January and I had to share.)

6 thoughts on “Day 3 of Hybrid Instruction! (SOL)

  1. First of all? AGREED on the work level of student-teaching programs. We had three students in my program who were older adults coming back to school to study teaching. They had lives and families and the demands were BRUTAL. As for hybrid instruction, THAT, as well, is brutal. Grade 4-8 teachers in my district teach half of their kids at home, half the kids in the classroom. Every. Single. Day. It’s all…so much. Here’s hoping your coming days go smoothly, and that the students (as they often do) provide the joy and energy to keep going through a difficult time.

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  2. HYBRID IS SO DIFFICULT! But we’re doing the dang thing, huh??

    Also, I love that time with your professor. So, so true. It’s incredibly hard not to be bogged down with all the expectations and dooming realities in our profession, but we have to move forward. For the kids. Attending NCTE, having an amazing mentor, leaning on support systems, joining writing group – it’s all helped me so much. Good luck to you!

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  3. I love this. I had a dream the other night about my daughter when she was in high school and I felt so little control on her life. I told her about it and in her wisdom of 36 years, she told me, “Is there something you feel you can’t control that you want to?” So much of this hybrid, virtual, pandemic, masked up teaching is out of our control. There’s a lesson here that your teacher showed you and you are having to put into practice every day. Hang in there!

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  4. I loved the line you shared at the end and of course the story leading up to it about you and your professor. I will definitely say one of the good things to come out of this past year is me letting go of more of my anxieties about that outer circle you mentioned — it’s so hard to but for our own sanity we must! I really connected with what you wrote here and wanted to say thanks for sharing. We’re here to support you Jonathan!

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  5. Well, this line did make me laugh, even though I’m sure it’s true, ” teaching is the hardest job I have ever done, and I was in the army.”
    This was great advice and a visual I’d like to think more about in my notebook, maybe even jot the things that worry me that are within my control and those that are not. I think it could be a good exercise!

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