I saw it on the counter the other day… a registration packet from school for my younger brother-in-law. It’s almost that time again.; time to go… Back to school!
Today I’m going to be visiting the new school where I’ll be teaching this fall. I need to pick up my textbooks. There’re only two! This is a major relief after the number of books I lugged around last year. I’m only teaching Algebra 1 & Geometry as opposed to last year when I was teaching a whole hodge podge of classes– 4th grade Science, Math, Social Studies, Islamic Studies, Computers; 6th grade Computers; 10th grade Algebra 2; 9th grade Biology.
I always liked Lord of the Rings for one of its extremely valuable underlying themes– even the tiniest of people can make a difference in the world.
In this past year of teaching, I’ve found this to be very true. The little kiddies of the elementary school not only can make a difference in the world, but they can teach you a multitude of things.
For example, at the start of the year I did not have memorized a du’aa for reciting in the morning and a du’aa for reciting just after prayer and prior to making dhikr. But now after teaching, I can proudly say that I do know these two new du’aas. And who were my teachers? Why the hobbits in my life– the elementary school kids!
It’s the end of the school year and I’m in shock.
There were moments I felt like I had been teaching for decades and the school year would never come to an end. But now I feel like I’ve hardly spent anytime with my students and now the end is approaching at lightning speed.
Where did the time go and how did I spend it? I’m really worried that I didn’t teach my students properly, that I’ve jipped them of a proper education. What if my Algebra students go on to the next class and still can’t factor properly? What if my Biology students don’t remember how the heart pumps blood because I didn’t teach it clearly enough? What if my 4th graders can’t remember how to convert between mixed numbers and mixed fractions?
I’m worried I didn’t do a good job with them and that I haven’t left enough of an impact on them. Sure they tell me I’m their favorite teacher now, but what about next year? Will they forget Sr. Ayesha and start to adore whichever teacher is chewing their ears off 5 days a week then? I know it’s a stupid concern to have, but I don’t want my students to forget me and the things I’ve taught them.
Ever since it became an “option” in middle school, all the way through my collegiate years, cheating has made me sick to my stomach. I *hate* cheating. I think it is a sorry and pathetic habit to have and hide. I’ve always felt it was better to fail with honor than pass by cheating
I have a few students, unfortunatley, that are cheating right under my nose and I can’t catch them so they keep slipping by. Sometimes when I grade their papers I want to pull out my hair and start screaming because I’ll see all the wrong work and then the right answer amidst a mess of numbers. The work is not leading to this correct answer, so I have to wonder HOW DID YOU GET IT??
This is coming from the same students that turn in their homework right on top of the “smart” friend’s homework and it looks almost IDENTICAL to their friend’s. I mean line-for-line, mistake-for-mistake, the EXACT same!!
I’ve threatened to fail them, I’ve tried to emphasize the honor system, I’ve even tried the fear of God, but NOTHING is getting through to them. Cheating is an addiction that is too hard to let go off.
Yuck, ickh, gross. Cheating is a shame for all students! Bleckh!

I always have hated cheating, and I always will.
Today was one of those days at school where no one wanted to pay attention. It was the first day back from Spring break and to make matters worse the sun was shining and the weather was just right; not too warm and not cold at all.
Every period I had with my 4th graders they kept insisting we finish our lesson quickly and have free time to play. Unfortunately for them the opportunity didn’t present itself until the end of the day during Science. We finished early and I told them it was okay to go outside and enjoy the weather.
It is so much fun to watch them all playing together on the playground. My three boys always go on the swings and compete to see who can jump off the furthest. And all five girls manage to fit themselves on one tire swing and scream at the top of their lungs.