Quote by John Galsworth

I got the call about two weeks ago. Though I had a master’s degree (in English and creative writing), I hadn’t had much luck getting interviews with the local community colleges. After a while I decided that I would just work on getting a master of arts in teaching English. That way, I would be eligible for teacher licensure through North Carolina at the end of my program. I took the Praxis combined test for educators and waited for my acceptance to the graduate program.

That’s when the call came in to interview for the local high school. I went in really confident. Even if they didn’t hire me, I could use the interview to build experience and maybe make some local contacts in the school world. My backup plan had been to secure a job as a substitute teacher. The interview went great. I really hit it off with the two people that conducted the interview and I was really thrilled to see that they had high levels of energy and a passion for teaching.

I was offered the job pending final approval from the board of education. That call came about a week ago. I’m still incredibly excited about it. Teaching high school English has been my ultimate goal pretty much since I got out of high school English classes.

However, the excitement is also breeding just a hint (ok, a lot) of anxiety. I’m going into this as a lateral entry teacher. I have a BA in English and literature and the aforementioned MA. I do not have a degree in education. I’m working on it, sure, and the department in my school has teaching teams and everyone seems like they will be great. But, still I worry.

I want to be a good teacher. I want to be relevant, to make my students understand that literature is so much more than boring old books. I want them to leave my class better prepared for adult life and the world than they were when they entered. I want to make a difference.

I’ve spent hours on Pintrest looking at classroom designs, lesson plans, and appropriate teacher attire. I’ve read blogs and watched videos from other teachers who get it and seem to be on my same wavelength. But, still I worry.

I expect the beginning to be a bit messy. I expect to have failures. I expect to have struggles. But I don’t want my kids to suffer for it. And so, in this last week before I report in for my mandatory teacher workdays prior to the beginning of school, I sit in nervous anticipation.