I’ve been home in California for about a week now, eating frozen yogurt and watching movies like it’s my job. I’m officially a Teach For America alumna.
By an act of Providence, I got a job teaching 7th grade math in a small town in Colorado. I’m really excited — it’s absolutely perfect. This last year was so full of angst about where I was going and what I was doing — it’s nice to have that all behind me.
If you’ve been reading through my entire TFA experience, you’re probably expecting some sort of a conclusion to this experience. I know I am.
For one thing, if you’re thinking about doing TFA, don’t. As weird as it is for me to say that, I’m saying it. I love teaching, and I think it’s the best profession ever. But if you want to get into teaching, TFA is (in my opinion) one of the worst ways to do it. They put you, with basically no training, into some of the most difficult schools in the country at the most vulnerable point in your career development. That’s doing the teaching profession a huge disservice.
Plenty of people have written plenty of criticisms of TFA, so I’ll save you all the hassle of reading it again. I will say this: if you want to get into teaching, do a different program. There are plenty of amazing teaching fellowships and things like that, programs that do much more credit to the profession.
As for the future of this blog, I’m not sure yet. I like the idea of it being an open-and-closed account of my TFA experience, but I don’t want to definitively say “This is the end.” I’ll still be teaching and thinking about teaching, but I hopefully won’t be spending as much of my free time writing about teaching.