I really am wondering today why I wanted to become a teacher. I have dreams of the one room schoolhouse and all of the children are respectful and eager to learn. Teaching today is so far from that. I have mostly special ed. kids, these aren't the severely handicapped, but those with learning disabilities. By the time they get to high school they have been so unsuccessful in school that they have basically given up and don't want to do anything. I wish I could figure out a way to help my students. There are all these movies of teachers who have come into a school and made a huge difference in the lives of their students. I don't want to be on a movie, I just want to help some of them and know I have made a difference.
Many of them or should I say the majority of them are from broken homes. The only support at home is when the parent things the school has done something wrong and they call the school to straighten us out. In my ESL training class the teacher told us there are some children who come to school and don't even know if they are holding a book upside down or rightside up, because no one has ever read to them. I am so thankful for good parents who cared about us and saw to it that we had everything we needed and more.
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