The Boat. Or what it feels like to be a first year teacher. *
So there is this big sea. And it is all full of math (and other) teachers. And they are all in their ships. And their ships are super super cool, like with fancy masts and steering devices and sails and the what not. And they are sailing along building new and fancy things for their ships. Once and while they have an issue but you know they have all this stuff to fix their issues. So yea, the crow’s nest is tipping but it’s cool cause they have just the right tool for that. And they have holes sometimes but they have patches to fix their holes.
And then there’s me. And I am swimming. I have one maybe two pieces of wood that I am attempting to nail together while swimming. Which is tough let me tell you. I have all the tools to make a boat but I have to carry them while swimming and hold my wood together and hammer the nail.
And while I am doing all this the teachers in the other boats (and anyone else who thinks/ heard/ knows anything about boatbuilding) are all throwing plans at me. How to build rotating crow’s nests, tye dyed sails and self steering ships and telling me how important all these things are.
And I am treading water, trying to hold on to all of my tools and hammer my wood together and sometimes I just want to yell,
“I DON’T EVEN HAVE A BOAT, YET.”*
*but there is a yet