Nephilim96
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Finished my first semester full time teaching today. The final day was just draining. 6 of my 69 students failed, which isn't a lot in comparison to the district average, but it's still very frustrating that I couldn't help those students succeed. It was hard seeing some of the students who are trying to change bad habits fail either my class or other classes. I know it's often part of the learning process for kids, but it's difficult, especially for those who have so little support.
My favorite student dad's in prison, has a difficult relationship with her mom, has a bunch of family members in gangs and recently joined one herself. She's ESL, which makes all classes more difficult for her. I know from the outside it looked like she didn't put in much of an effort, but I know how much of a struggle it was for her and how she really did try. She ended up failing 4 of her 6 classes.
It's so hard to leave these kids for 3 weeks when they're at their most venerable, disillusioned and in need of support.
Anyway, intellectually I know there were a ton of positives from this semester and I know I did a lot of great things with my students, but emotionally I can only see the negative at this moment. Fuck it, at least I've got booze.
Even if you can't help some of them pass, you can still have a positive impact on these kids. I've had a couple classes where I got a bad grade, but I still learned a decent amount and got some valuable advice from those particular teachers.