After graduating from NIU with a bachelors degree in Elementary (K-8) and Special (K-12) Education I applied for a job in Elgin Public Schools (U46) and was told to go elsewhere first for experience and then apply back to U46. So I just kept working at the restaurant instead.
My cousin knew someone who worked at a private school that needed a long-term substitute teacher, so I applied and was hired by Bartlett Learning Center in Bartlett, Illinois to substitute for a middle grade class of students with special needs for a few months while the teacher recovered from breast cancer surgery.
I don’t remember much of the teaching during those two months but I do vividly remember taking the bus to the train station, riding to Bartlett, then walking the short distance from the train station to the school. I’d pretend I was a Victorian era governess arriving at my employer’s residence each morning, mostly because the train station and nearby general store (where I’d buy a green river in the afternoons while I waited for my train) was that old.
I also remember learning how to write an IEP.
I remember it more clearly after Sr. Jane came back — I was kept on as her assistant, and eventually was given my own classroom.
Each year in the spring the school put on a musical to raise funds. They were a lot of fun and the kids really seemed to enjoy them. They were also very well-done.
The school was run by the Sisters of St. Joseph, third order of St. Francis and for a while three of them were my best friends: Jane, Barbara and Margaret.
Here is a brochure that tells a little about the school. It is now called Clare Woods Academy and has moved to Woodstock, Illinois.
I taught the boy on the right in the back and the boy in the very front.
The teacher in the middle is Sr. Margaret, one of my good friends during and after my two years there
The woman in the right center photo and I were friends. The girl at the bottom right was named Susan and in my class the second year I taught there. The boy in the second photo on the left was named Matt and also in my class the second year I taught at BLC
I was removed from a project last week. Apparently the client had different expectations about my skill level than was the case so they asked to have me replaced.
Of course I was/am upset about this, although I hated the project. It’s the fact that I was not good enough for someone, even though I tried my best to be what they wanted — it was not enough.
The project manager of the project and his supervisor (as well as my supervisor) made sure to let me know that it was not my performance that was in question, so there’s that, but it is still painful to think about.
My self-esteem has plummeted and I second-guess my expertise even more than I did before.
I don’t know how I am going to cope with another two and a half years of this.
I tried to find a new name by anagraming my full name. I don’t think any of these work:
My given and surname give me this:
If I had to choose from these I’d either be Caption Dork or Cleopatra Inked