One August evening in 2004 I received a phone from the county board office about a long term substitute teacher position that could possibly last for the entire school year. This was great. I had just graduated not two months ago and already had my first job interview for a teaching position. I met with the personnel director and the school principle the very next day. I met the personnel director and the Alternative school principle at 7:30am that morning. They explained to me that the Alternative school was a place students who were expelled from the county’s public schools attended. The school itself was housed in the back of the board office. It offered no extra-curricular activities, no related arts, nothing but the basics of school. This school did not even have a cafeteria. The lunches were delivered from a local middle school. They also explained that I would not only teach social studies (my field), but also reading, basic skills, theater, and high school literature. The grade levels ranged from 6th to 12th grade. I was shocked that such a place existed, and wondered how they got anybody to teach there, much less a 1st year teacher. They explained that this job would be a challenge, but I would learn a great deal and become a better teacher. They offered me the job. I sat there and thought about it for a few minutes and pondered the decision I was about to make. On one hand this job is a whole lot of stress and besides I have already got a job that I have been doing for 6 years, why put myself through that mess. Besides my current job was easy, I worked at the Lawn and Garden Department at Lowe’s, and knew just about everything about the job. It paid pretty well, and I was comfortable with it. On the other hand I needed the experience, and do I want to make a habit of backing down from challenges now? The students needed a teacher; the county needed a teacher, so I shook hands with the principal and accepted the position. I could not have known what an experience this would be.
After taking the position I did not have even a minute to second guess myself. Little did I know that the first day of school was the very next day. My new principal sent me to a middle school reading training session as soon as I accepted the position. I went to the training session and listened to things that I knew nothing about and was totally lost. I did meet some new people though. They ask me what school I was going to be teaching at and I said the “Alternative School”. They responded with “Good Lord”, “Good Luck” “Don’t Quit” and “Hang in there”. After that, I was a little bit nervous but I reported back to my new school that afternoon and the principal showed me my new classroom. The classroom was an old science lab. This was not the ideal classroom. The principal then introduced me the rest of the staff, all five of them. They were middle aged women, and very experienced. They were tough too. I could tell that they did not take anything from anybody. They began to tell me about the students that I would have. “This one will cuss you out, this one won’t do anything, and this one can be dangerous”. I was overwhelmed from day one.
On the first day of school I planned to simply go over the rules and gain control of the class right up front. My largest class was only twelve kids, no big deal. The only plan I had was to go over the rules. That plan backfired. What I did not know was that the group of twelve middle school students that I had in the morning would be the same ones that I would have all afternoon for basic skills and social studies, so going over the rules was not going to carry me all day. That was one long afternoon. The kids began to misbehave on day one, and I had nothing for them to do to keep them calm. One began to complain about the heat, the school, and one began to kick the brand new copy machine that the county had just bought. The kids kept interrupting, and warnings did nothing. I finally had to send one of them the principal’s office on the first day of school. This was a total failure. The very next day the same things started happening, but this time I would not lose control. The middle schoolers began acting up during the morning lesson, and quickly took control of the situation and eliminated the disruption. I did not get mad. I simply warned the student one time and then sent him to the principal’s office after he did not stop disrupting the class. From then on, they knew that I was in charge.
The middle school students seemed to be getting the hang of things, by about the third day. They listened when I taught, and they worked when I asked them to. For the next month things started to get really good. My high school students were acting mature and doing there required reading without question. The middle school students and I really began to bond. I never asked them how they ended up at the Alternative School, because I wanted them to feel like they were starting with a clean slate in my class. After they got to know me, they began to tell all their stories, and how they ended up at this school. We were meeting all of our goals, and we were actually having fun. By the end of the first six weeks, things began to change. Every school in the county had begun the process of expelling students. The middle schools were expelling students left and right. At about week eight, my roster of twelve middle school students had grown to twenty, with more students on their way. I had to get rid of the student tables and replace them with student desks. I actually had to wonder the halls of the board office to find desks anywhere I could. With the growing numbers, consistency was lost. Students knew it and I knew it. Students began to feel a bit cramped and were starting to get agitated. Some just quit coming to school, some only came when their probation officer made them, and some came just to disrupt class.
As my class roster grew in all my classes, I began to get bogged down with paper work and disciplinary problems. It was very difficult grading papers for nearly eight different content areas, and keeping them organized. The kids became more and more reluctant to do their work, and were starting to act out. Teachers talk about group dynamics, my group dynamics changed everyday. The change was difficult for students to deal with. Just when they started to get comfortable, things would change and they would get a little bit nervous. I tried my best to comfort them and give them a sense of continuity, but I was struggling to find my comfort zone as well. Nevertheless, we plugged forward. In November, we were beginning to accept things as they were when another obstacle appeared. The heater in my classroom broke down and it was freezing. I remember my principal walking in my room and saying: “It cold enough to hang meat in here!” He called to maintenance department to come fix it, but that took them weeks just to show up. We all became accustomed to wearing our jackets in the classroom from then on. Even when the maintenance workers did come to fix it, they said it was an old system and would likely break down again. After Thanksgiving break, five more middle school students came into class, with five more on the way. It was at that time, that I ran out of textbooks for all the students. So at this point, I have a part-time heater, too few textbooks for my students and not enough desks for all my students. In mid December things began to look pretty grim. My principal had requested an additional classroom and an additional teacher from the board office, but it did not look likely that they were going to grant that request. We were both pretty frustrated, but we tried to make the best of it. He was very supportive, and we both kept our heads up. At that point I decided that the only thing that would carry me through this was a positive attitude.
I tried everything I could think of to lift the spirits of my students, I thought if I could show them a good attitude then they would adopt that way of thinking. We talked with each other, we watched some holiday films, and sometimes we played games. I give the students a lot of credit for making the best of this situation. We began to get to know each other as human beings, and we talked about the things in life that we all dealt with. I did not know it, but I had created an environment that they were comfortable with. For some of them, it may have been their safest environment. Some of the best things that I did was simply give them advice, and encouragement. I encouraged them to stay away from drugs, and use school as an opportunity for success. For many of them, that was exactly what they needed. Their work habits again improved, and their grades began to rise. We had overcome all the obstacles and were in pretty good spirits by Christmas Break. We were working hard, but having some fun as well. During the last days before Christmas break we learned that there was an additional five middle school students on the way, and it still did not look like there would be any additional teachers to help with the student load. We had a good Christmas break, and got rested for the new challenges that lay ahead in the New Year.
After Christmas break I returned to face the new challenges. I managed to find some more student desks and rearranged the classroom to give everybody some space, though not nearly enough. The heater was working and I kept a good attitude and we worked through the first days of the New Year. After a few days into the New Year, I learned that I would be losing some of my students. At the end of the semester, which is about mid January many of my students would return to their home schools. I felt good for them, but I knew that I would miss them, even though there were still more students coming in from the public schools to take their place. I was feeling pretty good about the new semester, because that meant that I had survived my first semester of teaching. This is when my luck changed. I soon learned that I would be leaving the Alternative School and moving on to the local high school. This was a great opportunity, and I was thankful for it. I was a little disheartened though. This meant that I would be leaving many of the students who came to count on me for some consistency in their lives. I waited until the last day of the semester before I told them I was leaving. I did not want to upset them, and I did not want them to make a big deal out of it. When I finally told them, some of them were mad, some were sad, but they all wished me well.
Sometimes I see some of these students, and I have taught some of them at my new high school. They still speak to me, and a few of them have tried to get in my classes. This experience at the Alternative School was a blessing. It was a challenge, but it was extremely rewarding. I never would have thought I would have benefited so much from this experience, but I did. I feel like I made a difference, even if it was a small one. This experience taught me, to keep a positive attitude, and make the best out of every situation. In closing, I would not be the teacher that I am today, if it wasn’t for this experience at the Alternative School.