So, I feel I'm being a bit selfish here. I wonder as I write this whether it's even appropriate, as it tells the story of one person looking for help, and may connect with nobody at all. But I need ideas, so, please excuse me for being a bit self-centered.
Who I was as a kid: Typical gifted I think. I remember in third grade the teacher said whomever got a grade level above in reading on the standardized test would get 5 dollars. When test scores came out she proudly announced to the whole class that my reading level was un-scoreable, or above 8th grade, and told me and everyone in the class she was giving me 20 dollars. I was living in a shelter at the time, was the only Caucasian student in a school of over 700, built for 400, and everyone else was just as poor. Bad call on the teacher's part.
I was always the kid who got called for awards, sometimes having to get up and sit down several times in one assembly because I kept getting different honors.
In fifth grade I decided being dumb was a smart choice. I stopped doing homework, stopped answering questions, stopped everything. I failed fifth grade. Two years previous I had been offered the opportunity to skip 2 grades, but was scared to death I'd be beaten up even more than I was. Actually that's untrue, because I was just threatened to be beaten up, every day, every year. When I repeated fifth grade I tried to hide. I buried my nose in books and stayed quiet. The teacher called on me one day, I was reading and was thrown off. She threw a text book across the room at me and stated "pay attention honkey".
I stopped going to school. I didn't say why.
I remember waking up with a truant officer in my bedroom. At that age my biggest concern is that I was only wearing underwear. She was a truant officer for Chicago Public Schools, but somehow, and I don't know why, she got the point. I was transitioned to a very small alternative school.
It was a big shocker in many ways. I actually wasn't afraid anymore, some of the kids even liked me. I didn't have any social skills however, and was REALLY behind in math and writing as I really never paid attention in class and passed because of high test scores. Lots of ability, little knowledge.
I graduated 8th grade after being suspended 3 times for everything from writing an underground newspaper, to stealing a hood ornament from the principal's car. (I did it because I was dared too and didn't want to lose a friend. I cried when I got home because I broke her trust, not because I was afraid of the consequences).
Then came high school. Because of my test scores, and other factors I don't really understand, I was entered into a gifted program at the neighborhood school, which at the time, was know for being VERY dangerous. Good intentions, bad planning. I was enrolled in all honors classes, (algebra, english, etc) yet had just finished getting fractions under my belt by using blocks, and didn't know all my math facts (still don't by the way).
I was scared. I understood nothing, was scared to death of the environment, and didn't know how to ask for help. I arrived one day to see a bunch of police at the school. I'm sure I thought it was a murder at the time, and some news stories do state there was a shooting in '93, but I can't be sure.
I rode my bike to school, saw whatever was going on and turned around, never to return.
At the time, and for probably ten years I told myself I left for fear of violence. But it wasn't that. I was afraid of being seen as what I really thought I might be, dumb.
I took two years off, two very wasted years. Then I started biking up to the suburbs, trying to do something worthwhile. Somehow, I saw an ad for the North Shore Country Day School.
It was, and still is, a very prestigious place of learning, and in the suburbs, and very costly.
To make a very long story short, i biked there almost daily and begged the admissions dept to let me in. Why they even bothered to talk to a poor, somewhat-smelly, awkward teenage dropout is WAYYYY beyond my understanding. But they did. They offered admission and a $500 per year scholarship. I think tuition was around 18,000/yr at the time, and my mom made about 20,000 a year.
So, also amazingly, a person who was a friend of a minister who mentored me as a kid, decides to pay for the tuition. But there is a somewhat difficult part too. I had to finish in three years. Even though I never had a freshman year, I'd start as a sophmore. So, a HS dropout from a CPS school, with a spotty educational background, un-diagnosed learning disabilities, needing to take a bus, train, then another bus each way. Never should have worked. Nobody should have admitted me, paid for my education, or taken the time to mentor me as the science teacher did. It should have never worked out. but it did. By the way, at a reunion I asked someone what they thought the reason was I had to do it in three years instead of four. Their answer ""You would have been a 21-year-old senior in high school, trust me, you wouldn't have wanted that..." I had never thought of that.
So another shortened story, got in, and barely got through, a decent liberal arts college, diagnosed with attention deficit, and a bunch of other learning problems I can't remember (ironically). Graduated in 2001. Yes, looking for a job in September 2001 didn't work out so well. I should have applied in June when I graduated, but was given the once in a lifetime opportunity to work at Paul Newman's Hole in the Wall Gang Camp in Connecticut. Yes, I did meet him, he actually stuck his thumb out for a ride in the cart I was driving. A cart which later in the summer almost killed me when I parked it uphill while walking downhill, and forgetting to engage the brake....Ahh, the joys of twice exceptional. The camp, if you haven't heard of it, caters to children with serious medical conditions. I was told there were 1200 applications for 30 positions. I got it, I took it, and it was perhaps the most powerful experience of my life. Imagine being surrounded by some of the best people working with kids having the best time, in one of the most purely good places in the world. It was like Disneyland on steroids, absence the commercialism.
But it was a 24/7 job for the most part. Up at night with kids in the infirmary, living in the cabins with no phone service... Not a great way to look for a job. Plus I really didn't know what job to look for. Looked a lot, but I guess not the right way. Thus, I never really had a full time job until 2008.
I had worked as after school director, on the side tutoring, classroom aides, etc, etc. I tried, in 2007, to start a tutoring business that I loved because what I realized I was doing was not actually tutoring kids, but helping kids, parents and teachers come together and identify their kid's strengths so that they would feel okay and not be scared of failing, which is the magic of any education when it occurs. Anyone can learn anything, as long as they aren't afraid of failing at it.
So, I had never run a business. I did stupid things like donating a $5000 gold bar to a school's auction gala where I had gotten many of my clients from. They accepted the gift, but without my knowledge were telling parents I was not to be used for tutoring. The reason I later found out, was that people were leaving the internal tutoring dept of the school (which charged big $$) in favor of my services, which actually gave results. So the business dried up in relatively short time, as most of the clients were from that one school, and I didn't really market, and didn't know how. I had been there for four years as an aide in the classroom (the first time they had ever done that) and had gotten all my other clients by word of mouth, and more likely they knew I knew the curriculum darn well as I sat through every class, every day for four years with the child. Drop out in fifth grade and sit in the classroom with a student taking notes and helping him with homework from grades 5th-8th. Yeah, I believe in Karma ;)
So after he graduates I decide, well, I have no credentials, and my client pool is going to shoot downhill very fast, and the families who I am working with (multi-millionaires) are telling me that something bad is coming economically and that I probably should go get some credentials.
So, I go back to school. (Yes, you probably know how well that went). I was a 4.0 student. Tutoring for 6 years had taught me how to get good grades from a teacher without necessarily learning the content. I always tried to teach the content too, but because I was being paid to increase grades, I taught motivation, advocacy, and how to find out and give the teacher exactly what they were looking for.
So, 4.0, yes, but had a very militant professor who often said things such as, "you, as middle class white people, don't know what it is like to be homeless, impoverished, and abused". You can imagine what my response was. It turned into a verbal argument almost every class. (In hindsight I should have shut up, taken the A, and left it alone), Instead I just left. Offered a full scholarship to finish a Masters in Social Work, it also necessitated not working, as the internship was during the day and 1200 hours. I tried to navigate around it, but was unable to.
So, I figured, teaching could be good right? Fast forward. Teaching Certificate from Northwestern University. Apply for a job in the first year they ever could not place teachers because of the economy (2008). 'i would show up at job fair for 30 positions and over 1000 people would be there. Lines at school tables at these fairs could be up to 3 hrs long.
Out of 1200 emails and multiple applications, job fairs, driving to over 100 schools and personally dropping off resumes, I was hired. I loved the teaching but the pressure was horrendous.
Intercom: "Mr. Kelley, you are 2min late for your classes bathroom break". I was ridden like Seabiscuit. Loved the kids, hated the job. Worked there 3 years. They then stated I was unsatisfactory. Probably because I didn't jump through enough hoops and as I was changed to the role of technology coordinator, I didn't put up with teachers who had tantrums if I wasn't able to fix their machines due to priorities given to me by administration that they didn't know of. They just complained I was rude, and didn't help them, when in all reality I was busy doing something else. I wasn't liked, didn't fit in, so regardless of my talents, which included re-doing the network, statring an ipad program in the classroom, integrating chromebooks, presenting to legislators in Illinois on technology in Education, and speaking at a district wide conference on two occasions, I was moved along.
So, this year, I finally thought I had found my dream job. I was hired to a brand new position in a CPS school. I was told, "we are going to have you teach the teachers how to integrate technology in the classroom, bring us to the 21st century, and teach too." Awesome. This is also what they voiced to teachers. So, imagine getting a class schedule where you see and grade over 700 students in grades 1-8 per week. Run the lab, chair the technology committee, and field technology questions in your preparation periods from teachers who think you don't want to help them, all while writing a curriculum, as the one that you chose is not good enough. And then you are seen as a non-team-player and "non-renewed" and you realize that wherever you go that this is probably going to happen all over again. Bait and switch.
You know kids need to learn about digital citizenship, copyrights, and internet safety while you are being told to teach typing and MS word. You know that you are a more visual spatial learner, and teachers are, or seem to be, VERY auditory sequential. You presume you are always going to bump heads with administration even when you are trying REALLY hard not to. So what do you do?
I'm not religious per se, but it seems like god did a heck of a lot of work to allow me to do something in the world that betters it. I know that all the trials I have been through are partly due to my own demeanor and weaknesses, but I don't know what to do about it.
I know when given the chance I am able to make almost any kids find their light, decide upon a goal, realize it as their own, be successful in attaining it, and grow from the knowledge that they were able to acomplish it themselves, without the need of anyone else, or if they needed someone, that it was okay, and still their success to rejoice in. I can teach them how to be, and that being them is ok, and that there is going to be a time for them to be found and then they'll be happy, but only if they just keep trying.
Even though I believe it for each child I work with. I'm having a hard time believing it for myself. I'm tired and just want to do the work I know I can and I don't know how to find that path.
I'm really sorry for the meandering, complaining, and generalizing. If I had the time, I'd point out all the amazing teachers I've met at CPS, the principals who work day and night, the professors at UIC who were amazing, but then the post would be REALLY long.
I would not be here if it weren't for the many amazing people that have crossed paths with my life and I know that. I guess I'm just looking for that next push, that glimpse of hope, encouragement.
Apologies for being too personal, and perhaps too whatever...
Matt