As you may know, my daughter is an intervention specialist. At the present time, she is still looking for her first full time teaching job. She does plenty of substituting.
The reason that I'm writing this post is Sandy Carlson posted yesterday about blogging your blessings. Sandy is a middle school English teacher and she blogged about the bad kids. You know the ones she was referring to. Those who take away valuable teaching time from the rest of the class. Those who may crave attention, but don't know a way to get the positive kind.
Sort of takes me back 35 years to my senior year of high school. I took a course called living math. I had to take the class to graduate, as math would be my second minor. The teacher was fresh out of college, sort of a nerdy type. His name was Mr. McCormick, and we called him Cy, after Cyrus McCormick, the inventor of the reaper. We also gave him the hardest time possible. Although I am good at math, I just barely passed the course. I spent most of the second semester in the hall. I wasn't the worse one by far. One of the others kicked in the rear fender of his car. Some reduced him to tears.
One day during the spring after I graduated, I come home from work. My brother met me at my car with that day's Medina County Gazette. The headline told me that Mr. McCormick jumped off a bridge in Akron. I knew there were other problems, but I asked myself(and still do at times) "did I help push him off that bridge?"
Another reason I think teachers are underpaid.