When I feel anxious, I feel it in my stomach and in my chest. Everything feels tight and uncomfortable. There’s a constant lump in my throat. I become irritable.
That’s unfortunately how I’m feeling this weekend. There is a student who has some really serious behavior challenges who is technically a 2nd grader but has been in a 1st grade classroom for most the year. (The ins and outs of the situation are irrelevant.) Now though, he’s returning to my class.
I am unprepared to meet his needs and to successfully bring him into my classroom culture. I know that there will be awful, terrible explosions between him and another very challenging student in my class (mentioned in the post Dumbhead). I know that he will scream a lot. I know that any semblance of calm in my classroom will be shaken. I know that I’ll lose lots of opportunities to teach my other 20 something students because I will be struggling to manage these two kids.
I don’t know how to do this job. Well, I know something about how to do this job, but I certainly can’t do it alone. I’m no superhero. And right now, I feel like the world is expecting me to be one.