In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I absolutely love being a teacher! I know we are not the highest paid professional, we put in long hours(despite what others, not in education, may tell you) and we often read in newspapers or hear in the news, what a crappy job we are doing! I still love it! Why? The answer is simply, the kids.
This fact really hits me when something comes up that pulls me away from working with my readers. As a reading specialist, other necessary tasks are part of my job. For example, school-wide, benchmark reading assessments are conducted by the reading specialists, curriculum specialist, and or other specialists within the building. This mean that 3 times per year, I’m assessing individual students, for a couple of weeks, each time. This is very confusing to my students. They see me at school, but I don’t come to their class and pick them up for reading intervention. Other times, our school may have ordered new instructional materials, and the reading specialists are called upon to unpack and organize the materials, so all the teachers can start to use them. Again, another extremely important task, but it pulls me away from the kids.
Whenever the other reading specialist, L.M.(my partner in crime) and I are pulled to complete other duties, our students make us feel like rock stars. I made this connection while watching the Grammys. Just as fans celebrate the presence of their idol, with the hollering of their name, fist pumping, and exaggerated waves, our students do the same, when we encounter them in the lunchroom and hallways. It is so cute! We are bombarded with a thousand questions-
Why didn’t you pick us up for reading?
Will you get us tomorrow?
Do I still get to be in your reading group?
What time will you come and get us?
We also get questions/comments from students we do not work with-
When will it be my turn to read with you?
Are you going to pick me next time?
I sure hope I get to be in your group.
Can you ask my teacher if I can be in your group?
The ultimate feeling is when I show up at their classroom door to resume our group and I hear a chorus of YESSSSS! Who needs to be a rock star when you are a reading specialist? Not me!