“If we want to keep you on, I need a favor.”
Sometimes staying part of the team means sacrificing your greatest passions in hopes of supporting the people you care about the most. In my case, I got a call exactly nine days before school was set to start to take one for the team. Due to restrictions in the budget and our current team of special education staff, we had a surplus of humanities, literacy, and English Language Arts (ELA) specialists and a demand for support in mathematics—which is where the next part of my journey takes place.
Let me first explain my history with the world of math.
- In middle school, I got kicked out of math for sticking my gum to the desk and passing notes to friends, making the teacher turn as bright as my Big Red.
- As a lower-classman, I had to work extra hard to achieve passing grades; staying after school for help and hiring my aunt as a part-time tutor.
- Let myself flunk a semester of Math B (the old school version of beginning trig/geometry)
- Discovered the relationship between fractions and division in the 11th grade
- Got kicked out of pre-calc my senior year after scheduling all of my student council meetings during that period and subsequently missing the first two weeks of the course. I believe the teacher’s words were, “Ashley, I have dropped you from this course, please go sign up for College Algebra and I think you will find more success there.”
- Didn’t take a single math class in college due to my pre-calc teacher’s great advice.
- Can’t balance a checkbook to save my life.
- Still do my nines times tables on my fingers.
- Carry a pocket calculator everywhere for configuring tips and discounts at Jimmy Choo’s.
The list goes on.
So as I received a phone call from my principal’s cell phone on that hot August day, I was waiting for the worst news and scrambling to come up with ideas for my next steps. He explained to me that because our budget was so limited and that we had only one special education teacher who specialized in math that he would need to be hiring a different person who was willing and capable to teach that subject. He said, knowing my background was ELA, he wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it. Then, he added the “if.”
“If we want to keep you on, I need a favor.” These were the only words I needed to hear. There was hope and there was possibility that my desperation for this job and these kids would keep me in their lives for a little bit longer. I had spent the summer worrying about this job and if I would ever make it back to my chicken nuggets who would soon be eleventh graders. I was in no position to pass up a job since I hadn’t made any moves toward finding a new school. I put all of my eggs into the basket at Coalition High School and just said yes. The principal had described my new role as an Integrated Co-Teaching (ICT) teacher as an opportunity to grow as a special education teacher and help the team. I would be co-teaching several sections of geometry, possibly some algebra, and was I ready? So I thought to myself, ‘Self, you can do this!’
The kids already knew me. They had already felt abandoned by other teachers who walked in and out of their lives at random. How could I let them down? How could I just say no to them like everyone else who they’ve ever trusted?
After I hung up the phone, feelings of excitement, joy, happiness, and vomit all rushed in at once. How could I teach math? I was the poster-child for a non-logical thinker! I hadn’t done high school math since high school and I knew it had to be more difficult than when I left. My nine-year-old sister was dividing fractions already and I was no use to her.
I ran to the computer to download the NYS Common Core Standards for Mathematics Britannica for myself and quickly emailed all of the math teachers I knew at school. The horror of quadratic equations and area of 3-Demensional figures blurred my brain to the point of cocktails. Yes, a nice celebration drink is what I needed to get my mind right and ready for this fall. As I called up the girls to meet at our favorite bar, I thought to myself, this is something to write home about.