Today was the last day of the 2021-22 school year for kids. I still have a couple of staff days to work that entails mostly packing up and cleaning. Getting back in the classroom was wonderful. I hated having all my students in masks but it was necessary and I'm glad we kept our masks on all year. If I ever got COVID, I never knew it. While I started the school year with all of my students on the same page (regarding masks), by the end of the school year, a lot of students were pulling their masks down or not even wearing them. I tried not to be a nag too often but there were certain students, always boys, who consistently would not wear a mask. In one of my classes I had a group of boys who liked to rip masks off each other for fun, so I had to have plenty of masks on hand for that class. That afternoon class, depending on attendance, became quite difficult to manage which had me longing for the quiet "good ol' days" of being online. It did not happen often and only in that one class.
I went to a retirement party this evening and was thinking about the state I am in. There are a lot of teachers leaving the profession for various reasons, many retiring sooner than they had planned. Well, I had planned to retire this year. I actually had aspirations of retiring at 55 but decided to wait until 57 after my dad passed away. There are moments when I think, I can't do this anymore but there are so many more moments that I just can't imagine not doing this anymore. I have always loved my job but a lot has changed in the last few years and it's not just from the pandemic. In our district we've had crazy turn around (luckily not so much in my building) so there is a feeling like no one knows what they are doing at the administrative level. Our school is in the midst of a name change and construction remodeling which adds a very weird layer of chaos to the mix as well as a visual exposure to how everything is different.
In general behavior is different-- kids are slower, quieter, a lot more apprehensive. Every class goes at a slower pace then it did 3 years ago, before the pandemic. Phones have always been problematic but now they are so hazardous to learning I don't understand why they are still in the classroom. I have had students tremble in fear or start to cry at the prospect of my taking their phone from them. Note; I actually never take phones away from kids. Typically students ignore my pleas to put their phone away and a few will sit through a whole class doing nothing (no matter how much a I nag) -- which is to say, they will stare at their phone the whole class period doing nothing productive. In my mind I hope they are doing some kind of research. One of my daughters assures me there is a lot to learn on TikTok.
Grades are lower across the board, even though grading in our district has changed significantly to make it much easier for students to pass classes. The lowest grade a student can get is a 50% and normally if a student is attending a class, doing any work, it is pretty difficult for them to fail my class. Having just finished my grades today, I see huge differences from pre-pandemic grades. Most students got A's in my classes with only a handful of students who would get D/F's mostly because of attendance issues. D/F's are still an issue primarily due to attendance BUT the majority of my students no longer get A's (except in Yearbook). I had a girl tell me my class was too easy for her to be getting a B and asked how to get an A. I instructed her to go through the Google Classroom and do all of her missing assignments (which she had a handful of). Why do students not know to do that on their own? Assignments can no longer be marked down for being late, so more students should be getting A's, but they are not. It's as if most students just forgot how to do school after spending a year at home.
It isn't just students and administrators that have changed... teachers have changed. This past year I have been dismayed at the lack of what now is considered old school "drive." In general lots of seasoned teachers are just exhausted, especially those with young families but so many are also angry and a lot are refusing to do more than minimal work. Back when I was student teaching, I felt like a slave to my cooperating teacher because I needed a great recommendation to get a job BUT now there is a feeling that schools will hire anybody so there's no need to work so hard. I've always been one of those teachers who often stays late, comes in early and signs up for extra stuff just because I want to be a part of the team. Younger teachers are more often refusing to do the extra stuff -- especially if there's no pay in it. After all that extra experience you get from doing the free stuff just isn't as valuable as it used to be on a resume. But the REAL change is the anxiety levels for many teachers. It is off the charts-- between illness and school shootings, it's hard not to feel anxiety, even for someone as carefree as me. I heard one teacher had decided to bring a crowbar or axe to school with a towel so she could readily break her windows and escape her room if needed. Luckily I have a door to the outside in my room, but I too have spent a lot of mental time on knowing how to escape my room and what to do if our school is under attack. I'm also way more careful about propping my door open for students or fresh air (esp. after Uvalde). I know it's not like living in Ukraine but it still feels crazy.
Still, with all those changes, with all the stress of the pandemic, construction in my building, inept admin downtown, zombie students staring at their phones and not to even go into my aging body issue, I still love this profession. I'm committing to do this a little longer even though I was fully prepared (financially, not emotionally) to leave on Friday. In all honesty, all of my retirement funds have really taken quite a hit this past year, so a couple of extra years will only make things more comfortable later. I'm hoping those extra years will bring us back a new normal. I know it will never be the same as was before the pandemic in the classroom. These are clunky transition years and I'm flexible (and feeling young) enough to ride it out for a while... well, at least one more year, but I'm going to try to make it to 60.