On Being A Sub...

Lessons Learned

A Day As A Sub

The term “Sub,” at least in an educational realm, conjures a multiplicity of images running the gamut from stern, unsmiling autocrat where fear and distance command submission, to loosey goosey, bff where control is surrendered with the very first popularity seeking smile, and every hue, tint, and shade of classroom  management style  in between.  Regardless of the image or actuality, however, the thing remains that a Sub is a target and waves of expert archers show up with each new class that walks in the door.  As a student, I remember Subs and, deep down inside, feeling very sorry for them but clearly never doing anything constructive to allay the wide-eyed look of desperation that undoubtedly appeared sometime before 9AM and lasted until the 3PM bell. Shame on me.  As a pre-teaching career, newly graduated from college Sub, I switched sides of the table and stepped extremely tentatively, even a bit sheepishly into the first classroom, knowing full well that turnabout was fair play, what goes around comes around, and all of the rest of those philosophical truths that simply pointed out the obvious; may you get what’s comin’ to ya! Let the arrows fly. I liked Subbing. It was always new. I tried to walk the tightrope between autocrat and bff, and quite honestly, some days were definitely better than others. But I did like it, except the one time I was assigned to middle school PE and had to ref a basketball game during my lunch hour that day. The only thing I knew about basketball was how to be a cheerleader for it, and my ignorance was only accentuated by the fact that I was wearing wooden clogs, a plaid woolen skirt, and a monogramed sweater; not at all suitable for one seeking the appearance of possessing a certain degree of authority.  It was a truly tragic and hopeless event, but, hey, when the lunch bell rang sending players and crowd parading back to afternoon classes, we turned the page and chalked it up to what does a Sub know? I was a music and drama specialist, for Pete’s sake! This brief stint as a Sub was followed by a lovely 30 year career in education; the career of my dreams and of my heart.  And now, well now it’s time to Sub again. It’s good. I like it. A little math, science, spelling, reading, projects, presentations, recess duty, pre-k through 5^th grade; Subbing is always new.  Yesterday, though, was the first day I Subbed in my specialty of music and drama, and it was magical. We sang and sang and sang through every class through the entire day. Every song was new to the students, but they learned them all and sang them all with great gusto. We talked about stage presence and projection and the proper way to bow. Unreservedly, each class enthusiastically and wholeheartedly took up the challenge of learning the new songs and by the end of each class we had prepared our performance for us and it was undeniably fabulous.  They knew it and couldn’t stop smiling. I knew it and was so proud of them even though I barely knew their names. They fully engaged and were willing to give this Sub a chance, and I am so very thankful they did.

One Year Anniversary Of "Where Do I Begin?" Blog!!!

Lessons Learned

One Year Of Blogging

June 15, 2013 was the day that I finished my Master’s Degree, submitted the voluminous final project, and breathed the heavy but immensely satisfied sigh that accompanies completion of any outrageously arduous task that even you yourself on your most optimistic of days cannot fully believe you can do. Fastidiously poring over journal articles and combing through vast masses of obscure yet critically relevant research, I, at fifty-five, tried to catch up and then keep up with the young, exceedingly bright go-getter students in the graduate program who were my classmates. But they were helpful and kind and supportive and encouraging and patient, and I was deeply inspired just to run alongside them. Feverishly writing paper after paper after paper, day after day after day with a thesaurus, a dictionary, and spellcheck serving as my closest friends, I muddled through and made it, whereby marking off a bucket list item.  Finished. Done. The contented exhaustion that followed was quickly chased by a pinch of emptiness ushered in by the absence of constant looming, driving deadlines. Now what? After being suddenly tossed from the spin cycle, how does one regain footing? After daily ongoing wrestling matches with words and ideas and opinions and constant reflection and subsequent assertions all superimposed upon the already hectic and full schedule of ordinary life and living, it stopped. It’s awkward and uncomfortable when it stops.  One of my sons, detecting my unexpected frustration with this change, suggested that a way to keep ideas flowing, a way to keep challenging and stretching such as in pursuit of that Master’s Degree, was to write a blog. We talked about it. It sounded good. And now it has been a year of blogging. A year of sharing and learning. Learning can’t stop simply because the degree has been accomplished or the certification has been achieved or the test has been passed, for life is learning and to live is to grow, to reach, to aspire. We all have lessons to learn, that is certain, but we also all have lessons to teach and to share with others who will follow behind and do well with a bit of our wisdom and understanding. Undoubtedly, each and every day, we are all teachers, and we are all learners. This lesson-filled journey known as life constitutes the best of all continuing education for it calls us to remain connected and engaged and challenging one another to be better than we think we can be.