I'm listening to a soft, subdued version of "Chicago," but Sufjan Stevens. It's a life studio set taped on an indie station, KCRW, in Los Angeles. Somehow, with the lone guitar and trumpet, I can hear the words echoing the sentiments of this school year.
At the beginning of the year, everything was going really well. The school board asked to see information on our IMPACT program and district personnel visited my classroom. They had me speak to new teachers. As we approached reconstruction of the school, I was confident in my role in helping shape it. Then, I felt confident in creating the technology magnet. The IMPACT program was working with the Social Awareness Club, sharing projects, logging in service hours and collaborating well. My team was awesome and I felt a great vibe about who we were as a community. Then I developed Teacher Commons (a professional development site for our school) with the hope that I could help facilitate collaboration.
I watched it all crumble. The reconstruction fell through and the promised Technology Magnet fizzled. I am now embaressed by the fact that I spent hours researching and writing a huge proposal and creating a website for both. I've seen the numbers and the enthusiasm for IMPACT decrease steadily. However, people tell me this is normal for eighth graders. (I usually teach seventh grade)
My team is split apart and I won't be working with any of them next year. Meanwhile, a few of the people on staff I really trusted have mocked my ability as a team leader. I was stoked about the Teacher Commons site only to see no staff support. Not one staff member has left a comment; not even those I consider closest to me.
I feel disconnected from community. I feel completely alone in what I am doing. I feel that the collaboration we had planned is now on the back burner. I have no one helping me with anything, which is difficult when I have lost all confidence in my ability to lead and to teach. I am doing nothing different, but the results are opposite of what I have had in the past. Part of what makes this tough is that, when I share how I am feeling, I recieve unsolicited advice instead of encouragement. I feel the message reinforced that I am not needed at my school and it spirals into shame.
So, with Sufjan on KCRW, I hear the words, "I've made a lot of mistakes, in my mind. In my mind" and the repetition of the chorus, "All things go, All things go." I start to feel alone, like Jack Keroac, but I have no urban landscape to go and take a walk and I lack the cool, calm existentialist temprament.
I start to think about what I want to do differently. Next year, I won't join any committees. I won't attempt to launch any programs. I'm going to spend more time writing comments on student blogs and really perfecting my lessons. I'll do fewer projects, but more time making the projects the best they can be. I want to worry less about what admin thinks and more time living out the vocation of who I am.