Interview With a Teacher: A Final Recap

Over the past ten months, I interviewed thirteen teachers about what it’s like working in education today. All of the participants work in public schools in Texas: three in elementary, six in middle school, and four in high school. Each teacher gave honest, thoughtful, often eye-opening, sometimes hilarious insights into the day-to-day life of a teacher. I am grateful to them, not just for taking the time to complete my survey and for sharing the truth of their job with the world, but also for doing this job in the first place, for being there for the kids and showing up despite the many difficulties.

As summer starts and schools shut down and pools reopen, teachers everywhere are heading out into the sunlight for a couple of months. Some will relax and go on exciting vacations and read stacks of books. Some will work a second job to save up some money or try to make ends meet. Some will switch out of teacher mode into parent mode, spending June and July chauffeuring kids to camps and sports or keeping their little ones at home to save money on daycare. Others will spend the summer attending workshops, creating lesson plans, and redesigning their classrooms, looking forward to the school doors opening in August again. Whatever the summer has in store for teachers, I hope it also brings time to breathe and rest and rejuvenate.

Before my thirteen interviewees closed their classroom doors for the year, I asked them one more question. Are you going to teach again next year? Why or why not? Some of their answers surprised me.

Of the thirteen teachers interviewed, eleven will be returning to the classroom next year, although some are headed to different classrooms or different schools. Their reasons for staying vary, but there are a couple of common themes: the love for the kids and a sense of duty. Here are some of their answers about why they will still teach.

Mr. D’Elia: “Because I love the students.”

Mr. W: “I love teaching and I look forward to leading my floor in the same way that it was led during the best years. I believe it can be done.”

Ms. B: “Someone’s gotta do it, and I’d rather it be someone with genuine love for the kids.”

Mr. L: “This year was awful, but I have to find out if every year in education will be comparable to my first year. If they will be, I have to leave teaching, but the only way to find out if this year was the norm is to hang around for another year!”

Ms. S: “Because I enjoy it. (And someone has to.)”

Ms. C: “Because no one else will and I just can’t not.”

Ms. L: “I enjoy introducing new information to students, watching them learn and grow both academically and socially.”

S.S: “When I think about leaving teaching I feel a little sad. There are many things about teaching I enjoy, especially the students. It’s still a stressful, fast-pased job. More than money, I wish I had more planning time during the day and a teacher aide to help with grades and lab set-up and take-down. I also wish we had more effective ways to help struggling students and those with discipline problems. “

The two teachers who will not be returning to the classroom next year are “Math Teacher” and Ms. A.

Math Teacher‘s main reason for leaving teaching is the STAAR test, Texas’s standardized state assessment. “If I had to just be with my kids and help them fall back in love with LEARNING and actually knowing why, not how, I would stay forever. But the academic demands were already proven to be above grade level material, and on top of that… just trying to help these kids heal. It was too much and I didn’t want to spend the rest of my career boiled down to test results.”

Ms. A‘s reason for leaving is more personal. She and her partner are moving to an area that doesn’t offer her subject in schools, and she wants to be able to travel more, not just in the weeks when school is out.

I wish Math Teacher and Ms. A the best in whatever they choose to do. I know they will be missed and will probably find themselves missing their kids and coworkers, but I’m proud of them for realizing when it was time to move on. And I’m still sending all the love and good vibes to the teachers returning this fall. Thank you again for all you do.

As for me, it’s been a year now since I left the classroom. There are definitely things I miss about the job. Mostly the people. I miss the people. But I know I made the right choice for me. I don’t feel a pull back to that career anymore. I’m enjoying my time writing books and learning how to do this whole self-employed author thing. That doesn’t mean I’m totally done with schools, though. I hope to spend some time this fall doing author visits and teaching writing workshops and talking to kids about ghost stories and poetry and the writing life. So if you know an elementary or middle school teacher or librarian who would like to hire me, let me know or send them a link to my Visits page.

And now, let summer begin. 😎

Messy May: Book Title Poems and Other Creations

May is a messy month. For teachers and students, it’s the time of year for cleaning out lockers and packing up classrooms. For college graduates, it’s often a season of change– moving in or moving out or moving back home or moving on. And for parents, May might mean the messiness of summer scheduling– camps and vacations and sleepovers and appointments and figuring out who’s going where and when and why.

For writers, the month of May may or may not mean anything major. It doesn’t necessarily mark a pivotal point in the year. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still choose to make a mess.

Up until mid-May, I was busy writing The Ghostly Tales of Delaware (coming this August!) while marketing The Ghostly Tales of Dallas. (Did you catch my interview with Jane McGarry on Good Morning Texas? If not, click on the image below to check out my segment of the show!) When I submitted the Delaware manuscript on May 15th, I suddenly had a little down time before my next deadline. That’s where things got messy. Deliciously, delightfully messy.

First, I spent some time drawing and coloring. Even though it makes my hand hurt, I love sitting and coloring a pattern for hours while listening to an audio book or favorite TV series. My almost-one-year-old kitten helped add to the messiness by stealing my pencil sharpener, then knocking over my jar of colored pencils and batting the jar around the floor. A couple of days later, I traded my colored pencils and paper for acrylic paints and a canvas. This time, I locked the cat out of the room, but I still made plenty of mess myself. When that project was done, I looked around and decided my books were much too tidy.

It had been a few years since I spent a night making book title poems. I’ve gotten a lot of new books since then and have said goodbye to many others. I could tell poems awaited in the new assortment. I started pulling books off shelves. Books and books and books. Piles and piles and piles. I started with the ones I’ve recently acquired, the ones who haven’t had the fun of playing the found poetry game before, books like The Broken Lands by Kate Milford and The Space Between You and Me by Ashley B. Davis and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I wanted to use as many of the new ones as possible, but I had to pull some of my old standbys too. I mean, Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes and Billy Collins’s Sailing Alone Around the Room are just too perfect for making found poems. When I had a big enough mess, I started seeing what fit together. Here’s what I came up with…

S is for space,
the space between you and me.
This is not a drill,
the worlds we leave behind
marooned in realtime,
the stars beneath our feet,
voices in the air
shout a wish in the dark–
rebirth
tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

*

The Broken Lands Bomb Shelter

The woman in white,
the trespasser,
the scapegoat,
the searcher,
the outsiders,
the forbiddens,
the new kid on the block,
a common person…
All thirteen inside/
out.
The last generation
tap dancing on the roof.

*

Ancestor approved rules of civility
amaze me.
The dream stealer
writing down the bones,
horoscopes for the dead.
Other words for home
flutter and hum.
Smallest leaf,
extending the shade,
the tree is older than you are.

*

The tiny journalist
becoming a writer.
Interview with the vampire,
call and response.
The last interview…
nighty-nightmare.
Still writing
the magazine that never dies.

*

Little women from the dust returned
transfer big magic
to kill a mockingbird.
Bird by bird,
eleven wingbeats
in a kingdom of birds,
the golden feather
sailing alone around the room.

*

Poems that live forever
fuel
our bodies, ourselves
like water for chocolate.
Call us what we carry–
every soul a star.

*

Stories for the Dead of Night

The night the scarecrow walked
through the woods
along Greathouse Road,
the house with chicken legs
haunted Dallas,
her own two feet
growing pains,
a rattle of bones,
the clackity worser
off the road.

*

I’m not missing,
Miss Nelson is missing!
Myths and legends
rattle the emotion thesaurus.
My wicked, wicked ways
eclipse the walls around us.
Which witch?
Something wicked this way comes,
a lantern in her hand.

*

A thousand mornings
in the company of cats
spark good poems,
good omens,
metamorphoses–
the arrival
the color of magic.

*

The strange and beautiful sorrows of Ava Lavender
ring the house of leaves.
Speak of the devil
breaking dawn.
Shift the shadow of the wind,
dust the picture of Dorian Gray.
The lost track of time:
faithful place
after ever after.

***

Well, that was fun. Now to clean up my mess.

Beware: The Dallas Ghosts are Here

Happy Book Birthday to The Ghostly Tales of Dallas!

Today I’m celebrating the release of my fourth book in the Spooky America series, The Ghostly Tales of Dallas. I’m so proud to be an author for this series. For those of you who don’t know, the Spooky America books are adaptations of the Haunted America books. We’re taking the history, lore, and eerie events described in the original series and tailoring the stories for younger readers. Arcadia Publishing has done an excellent job making beautiful, high-quality books, and I’m thrilled to have my name on a few of them. The Spooky America series is aimed at middle grade readers, which means kids ages 8-12. However, adults are totally allowed to enjoy them, too. Anyone who wants a good ghost story while also learning about local history will find something to love in these pages.

Here’s what you need to know about my newest Spooky America book.

My favorite chapter of the The Ghostly Tales of Dallas

What’s in the book?

Ghosts! The Ghostly Tales of Dallas includes famous creepy stories like “The Lady of White Rock Lake” and famous haunted locations like the Adolphus Hotel and the Majestic Theater, but it also includes eerie encounters at places you might not have even realized were haunted, like the original Snuffer’s restaurant and the DeGolyer House at the Dallas Arboretum. The book reaches outside of Dallas for scary stuff in the suburbs as well. You can read some very disturbing tales from Waxahachie, Red Oak, Cleburne, and McKinney.

Where can I find the book?

The Ghostly Tales of Dallas is available wherever books are sold. Most stores in and around the Dallas area are currently stocking the book, but if they run out, you can also order it online. If you’d like a signed, personalized copy for yourself or a middle grade reader in your life, just contact me! I can mail you the book and you can pay me directly, via PayPal or Venmo.

Where can I find the author?

Connect with me on social media! I’m on Facebook (@CarieJuettnerWriter) and recently joined Instagram (@CarieJuettner). You can also visit my author pages on Goodreads and Amazon. And if you live in the DFW area, you can watch me on Good Morning Texas (WFAA, channel 8) this Thursday morning, May 4th, from 9-10AM where I’ll be talking about my book! This is a first for me, and I’m pretty excited about it. 😊 I can also often be found at local libraries and coffee shops where I like to hang out when I need a break from my adorably crazy cat.

Don’t let this calm moment fool you.

Thank you for celebrating my latest book with me. Dallas is a big place, and I can’t be everywhere, so do me a favor. If you see my book in the wild, snap a picture of it and send it to me or tag me on social media. I’d love to know where these Dallas ghosts are popping up. 👻