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Reluctant Disciplinarian
Advice on Classroom Management From a Softy Who Became (Eventually) a Successful Teacher
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Reluctant Disciplinarian
Advice on Classroom Management From a Softy Who Became (Eventually) a Successful Teacher
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In this funny and insightful book, Gary Rubinstein relives his own truly disastrous first year of teaching. He begins his teaching career armed only with idealism and romantic visions of teachingâand absolutely no classroom management skills. By his fourth year, he is named "Teacher of the Year." As Rubinstein details his transformation from incompetent to successful teacher, he shows what works and what doesn't work when managing a classroom such as:
- Develop a teacher look. The teacher look says, "There's nothing you can do that I haven't already seen, so don't even bother trying."
- Show students that you are a "real" teacher by doing things they expect of real teachers, at least for a while.
- Be prepared to utter a decisive answer to anything within 2 seconds. Decisive answers inspire confidence.
Any teacherâexperienced or notâwill enjoy this honest and humorous look at the real world of teaching!
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Ten Years Later
Things are not always as simple as they seem
DOI: 10.4324/9781003237709-9
Looking backâŚ
Itâs been ten years since the publication of this book and nearly twenty since my harrowing first year of teaching. For this new edition, Iâve had the opportunity to reflect again on my experiences as a developing teacher.
Today, I have a different perspective on what happened during those first two years. When I wrote originally, I was still relatively close in time to those first few years and my interpretation was somewhat skewed by what I wanted those years to be like. The way I wrote it, I was too nice my first year, too mean the second year, and then, apparently, âjust rightâ afterwards. Now I have a more realistic view of what it was really like (kind of like looking down from a hot-air balloon; the further away you get, the more you can see.)
Things were a lot more complicated than the picture I painted. My first year was so distressing that, looking back, Iâm convinced I suffered from a type of post-traumatic stress disorder. Although I know the experiences arenât comparable at all, Iâve read memoirs by Vietnam War veterans and found myself thinking, âBeen there.â My twenty-year obsession with reliving and trying to undo my first year failure demonstrates that I still havenât completely gotten over it.
It would take a lot of time and a lot of distance for me to truly escape what I lived through. Thatâs why, after my fifth year of teaching, I quit.
A new career
In 1996, I left teaching and pursued a degree in computer science. I spent the next five years sitting at a desk talking only to a computer in a language called âC++.â
Programming was the opposite of teaching. I liked the fact that the computers, though often disobedient, never talked back.
Programming was the opposite of teaching. I liked the fact that the computers, though often disobedient, never talked back. If a computer became impossible to work with, I wouldnât think twice about doing the equivalent of a One Flew Over The Cuckooâs Nest frontal lobotomy by wiping clean the contents of the hard drive. The best part about being a computer programmer was that, unlike being a teacher, I didnât have to take anything home with meânot papers, not emotions.
As a beginning computer programmer, I started with one of the most tedious and uncreative assignments. I was a level one debugger for a desktop publishing program. Commercial software, I learned, is generally released with thousands of errors or âbugs.â Though a team of testers tries to find them before the software is shipped, many bugs still slip by. Home users, who pay $500 for the privilege of using the crash-prone programs, locate the remaining bugs and call the company to complain.
When enough calls are logged about the same problem, a debugger is notified. Back then, Iâd read the heading of the âbug reportââsomething like, âProgram crashes when you push enter, backspace, and shift at the same time while saving a file.â It was not my place to ask why anyone would ever find themselves doing that, let alone take time to report the bug, but dozens did. The first step in fixing a bug was to make sure it wasnât a false alarm. Iâd push this ridiculous combination of keys in an attempt to crash the program. I always feared that one day Iâd see a bug report reading, âProgram abruptly closes when user sticks the mouse up his nose.â
If I could successfully crash the program by following the steps, Iâd have to comb through a million lines of computer code to fix it. Otherwise, Iâd close out the bug with the three-word explanation, âUnable to reproduce.â Ironically, this was also an accurate description of my social life at the time.
When I was a teacher, I was always looking at my watch and thinking, âHow did this period go by so quickly?â As a programmer, I would do the opposite.
Not like teaching at all. When I was a teacher, I was always looking at my watch and thinking, âHow did this period go by so quickly?â As a programmer, I would do the opposite. Ten times a day, Iâd estimate the time and then compare it to the actual time. If the real time was significantly later than the time I thought it was, Iâd get a little thrill.
Another way Iâd make the time go by more quickly was with something I could never do as a teacherâuse the bathroom. At the slightest hint of discomfort, Iâd be off to the bathroom for a ten-minute break. On the way back, Iâd stop by the cooler and refill my water bottle, in anticipation of my next bathroom break.
Still, I never completely separated myself from teaching. At night, I taught computer programming at a college. Over the summers, I continued volunteering at teacher training programs, presenting the ideas from this book. I was a teacher in a computer programmerâs unstylish clothing.
The main result of my five agonizing years as a debugger was that I became much more marketable. Even though I hated being a computer programmer, I thought that if I could land a job in the financial district of Manhattan, I could at least make a lot of money while hating it.
Moving to Manhattan
Teacher 1991â1996
For five years, I had embraced the Teach For America motto, âAll children can learn.â
The words above look more like something carved on a tombstone than a line from a resume. At first, the details of my accomplishments during my five years of teaching dominated my resume. My employment recruiter kept shortening the description of my teaching experience, arguing that it would only hurt my chance of getting an offer to program computers for a Fortune 500 investment firm.
I refused his request that I cut my teaching experience out of the resume altogether, but I compromised by allowing it to become one line. For five years, I had embraced the Teach For America motto, âAll children can learn.â I had worked hard to show that, with high expectations, all children not only can but will learn. Just as I would never cut those experiences from my memory, I couldnât disrespect them by cutting them completely out of my resume.
When I moved to New York in August of 2001, my recruiter, Mark, set up a series of job interviews for me. My last interview took place on the 38th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. The date was September 10, 2001. Had they offered me the job and asked how soon I could start, I surely would have said âtomorrow.â
On September 13, two days after the tragic events at the World Trade Center, my headhunter called me. Casually, he asked, âDid you get a chance to write a thank you letter to the people at Lehman Brothers?â
I was incredulous. âDo you really think I should, under the circumstances?â I asked.
âOh, definitely. Nobody died from that floor. Theyâve even set up new headquarters in the Marriott hotel in mid-town.â
My last interview took place on the 38th floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. The date was September 10, 2001.
Not knowing what could possibly be appropriate, I wrote an e-mail to the man who had interviewed me: âI was relieved to learn that everyone on the 38th floor evacuated the building safely. Iâm not sure if the attacks have changed your need for computer consultants, but Iâd like you to know that I really enjoyed our interview and am still eager to work for you.â
He never got back to me.
Teaching of a different kind
September 11 definitely took the momentum out of my new life plan to be a wealthy computer programmer in Manhattan. Just as ten years earlier I hadnât been able to muster up the energy to complete my law school applications, now I wasnât actively pursuing computer jobs.
I enjoyed training new teachers and knowing that I was, once again, making a difference, though indirectly.
In early 2002, I learned of a job opening with the New York City Teaching Fellows (NYCTF). NYCTF is a spin-off of the Teach For America program that trained me. While the Teach For America program recruits recent college graduates who want to teach for a few years before pursing other higher-paying careers, NYCTF does the opposite. It recruits people who have already had lucrative jobs and are now ready to become teachers.
I took the teacher training position, and my passion for teaching was instantly renewed. I enjoyed training new teachers and knowing that I was, once again, making a difference, though indirectly. Those twenty teachers would be teaching a total of three thousand kids. By helping them become better teachers, I would help those three thousand kids learn more, without ever meeting them.
One of the connections I made during this time gave my name to Danny Jaye, the math department chair at Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan. Stuyvesant had recently been featured on the front page of Newsweek as âThe High School At Ground Zero,â since it was located only three blocks from the infamous disaster. A teacher who was concerned about the air quality in the school had requested a transfer, Jaye explained. A man who likes to get right to the point, he asked, âHow would you like to teach in the best high school in the city?â
For many teachers, this would be a dream come true. For me, it was a serious dilemma. In my Teach For America years, the low teacher pay was balanced by the knowledge that I was making a difference for some very needy kids. Though some Stuyvesant students were definitely traumatized by their sudden evacuation on September 11, they were not academically needy. I had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to teach at Stuyvesant, the most competitive math and science school in New York City, but deep down I knew I belonged in the low-performing schools in nearby Bedford-Stuyvesant, the area featured in Spike Leeâs Do The Right Thing.
Even when youâre not teaching, youâre still a teacher. Youâre just a teacher in recovery.
Despite my concerns, I agreed. If nothing else, I figured that the job would be easy. Why I thought that is a mystery.
When I taught before, I had been so obsessed with my work that teaching seemed almost like a drug. Iâm sure that when I told my family about my decision, they whispered behind my back, âOh, God, heâs teaching again.â If youâve ever been a teacher, youâre always a teacher. Itâs like being an alcoholic. Even when youâre not teaching, youâre still a teacher. Youâre just a teacher in recovery.
But what concerned me most wasnât the daunting task of planning lessons, making tests, and grading homework. It was something more practical: Did I still have the ability to âhold it in?â My time-wasting habit of using the bathroom anytime I was bored had completely ruined my former bathroom stamina.
Teaching the âbad kids.â Stuyvesant High School occupied a ten-floor building in downtown Manhattan and was at that time the most expensive school ever built, at about one hundred and fifty million dollars. With marble floors and an Olympic-sized pool, this building had the best of everything. Twenty thousand of the top eighth graders in the five boroughs of Manhattan take the placement exam every November to see which eight hundred will be admitted to this school.
What were the âbad kidsâ at this prestigious school going to do that was so bad? Carve math equations into their desks with the point of their compasses?
Of my five scheduled classes, three were trigonometry classes and two were something called âadvanced algebra.â Though the âadvancedâ in the t...
Table of contents
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication Page
- Table of Contents
- The Accidental Teacher
- History of a Softy
- Why Learning to Discipline Is So Hard
- What Does Not Work
- Being a Real Teacher
- What Does Work
- Developing a Teacher Persona
- Answers From Real Teachers
- Ten Years Later