As I read last week’s article I was challenged to make some changes in not only my classroom, but also personally. I know that you are your own worst critic, but I can see where I could be … brace yourself (I had to) a Mrs. Jones (collective gasp). This distresses me. I have considered one of my teaching strengths to be reading. I also know that under the auspices of reading fall phonics, spelling, and writing. I just thought that as reading developed so would the other skills and the students would simply just somehow magically get it. (Kind of like I just sort of expected to wake up on the morning of my 16th birthday looking just like my Barbie doll. Imagine my surprise. I like to call this a growing moment.)I have kind of naively imagined that writing just developed. I was never formally taught how to write. Sure I was shown how to do a pre-writing (sketchy story map) and who could forget the ever popular 5 paragraph theme (cringe) that boxed writers into 5 nice neat paragraphs that would make passing the writing test a possibility. I can remember being fascinated in the eloquent and imaginative papers that the teachers would read to us to demonstrate what a 4 paper would be. I also remembered thinking that I would never attain that lofty 4 paper status if the examples were truly what were expected. (I also had a sneaking suspicion that an author like Beverly Cleary just jotted down something on a really bad day when she had the flu that was unpolished so it could be passed off as a child’s writing.) With this skewed vision of writing instruction, it is no wonder that I also have a warped vision on how writing should be taught in my own classroom. That coupled with the fact that I do not see myself as a writer should not be excuses.
Now I guess that I could lean on my crutches of insecurity and flawed childhood instruction, or I can build a bridge and get over it. I am a teacher that feels that no matter how many conferences, classes, or collaborative experiences I take part in, there is always room for improvement. I felt that math was one of my weakest areas. When I was in middle and high school, I believe if I averaged together all of my math grades I would receive a D. Math was difficult for me and I always excelled in reading. (Hence the master’s degree in reading) In my undergrad career, I constantly heard build on your weakness and make it strength and I also remember hearing that girls typically do not do well in math, so the teacher needed to make math more understandable and enjoyable for girls. I had to do this for myself first and I am sorry to say that I let my reading slip.
I would like to say that my classroom is a literacy rich classroom. However realistically I do not think that I can claim that, especially after reading that article. Yes, I have a great number of books and I am working to increase the number of chapter books that I have. (Coming from a lower grade level, the number of chapter books was sufficient. That is no longer the case.) But I have come to realize that while the books are a vital part, I am missing another equally important part, the writing. Sure I have conditioned myself to believe that if I put up creative posters and displays that show elements of writing that would be enough for a text rich environment. But deep down inside me I hear a voice that is screaming ‘Christy that is all fine and good, but these students do not care about that text. It is meaningless to them because they did not create it.’ I guess what it all boils down to is that I need to continue getting over that bridge I build a few paragraphs ago and learn to teach writing complete with all the materials that my students need to be successful. I think that I have to get over my insecurities about my own writing ability and this fear that I am going to do it wrong and end up messing up my students. But what I have neglected to think about is that teaching it badly is as bad as not teaching it at all. The building materials that I need to help me cross the bridge over my personal pity party would be in part this class, and my own writer’s notebook that encourages me to write more and become a better writer to combat these feelings of inadequacy.