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In 1974,after filling out fifty applications,going through four
interviews,and winning one offer,I took what I could get a
teaching job at what I considered a distant wild area:western New
Jersey.My characteristic optimism was alive only when I reminded
myself that I would be doing what I had wanted to do since I was
fourteen---teaching English.
School started,but I felt more and more as if I were in a
foreign country.Was this rural area really New Jersey?My students
took a week off when hunting season began.I was told they were
also frequently absent in late October to help their fathers make
hay on the farms.I was a young woman from New York City,who
thought that "Make hay while the sun shines"just meant to have a
good time.
But,still,I was teaching English.I worked hard,taking time off
only to eat and sleep.And then there was my sixth-grade
class---seventeen boys and five girls who were only six years
younger than me.I had a problem long before I knew it.I was
struggling in my work as a young idealistic teacher.I wanted to
make literature come alive and to promote a love of the written
word.The students wanted to throw spitballs and whisper dirty
words in the back of the room.
In college I had been taught that a successful educator should
ignore bad behavior.So I did,confident that,as the textbook had
said,the bad behavior would disappear as I gave my students
positive attention.It sounds reasonable,but the text evidently
ignored the fact that humans,particularly teenagers,rarely seems
reasonable.By the time my boss,who was also my taskmaster,
known to be the strictest,most demanding,most quick to fire
inexperienced teachers,came into the classroom to observe me,
the students exhibited very little good behavior to praise.
My boss sat in the back of the room.The boys in the class
were making animal noises,hitting each other while the girls filed
their nails or read magazines.I just pretended it all wasn't
happening,and went on lecturing and tried to ask some