I am rather late to the gate with these thoughts, in large part because I drove (well, rode my motorcycle) to St. Louis from Reno, which took 4 days to get home. More on that in a different post when I do the math from the trip video.
If you ask one of the teachers from my department about me, one thing almost all of them will say or agree with is that I hate paper. I hate paper note, paper suggestions, paper anything. I ask my department to submit everything to me through email, because I lose paper notes, throw away binders, and just downright hate keeping track of paper.
With that said, I admit I took 11 pages of notes, kept track of them through 4 days of a conference, and 2000 miles of motorcycle riding. This event meant that much to me, and that is saying a lot.
I am going to start on day 1 and work through all my notes. I am composing this more for myself than anyone else. Like all of my reflective posts, it really doesn’t matter if anyone else ever reads them. This is the place where I reflect and compose my thoughts for my future self (because if I do it on paper, it gets thrown away!)
Wednesday – A personal exploration:
To say I was nervous on Wednesday would be an understatement. I had just ridden 1900 miles over three days to meet with a group of people I had never met and only talked to through twitter, emails and blogs. Yea, I was nervous. You see, I am an incredible introvert. I attended a NCTM conference my first year as a teacher with 2 other teachers from my school. At the end of the conference, I had spoken with exactly 3 people in a meaningful way, 2 of which came with me. I attended sessions and sat in the back. I wandered the floor and just kind of nodded and said the minimum I had to.
At that point I realized that if I was going to become a half way decent teacher, I had to overcome this fear of putting myself out there. Even riding my motorcycle to the event is a sign of my hesitance to talk to people. I was riding alone, where the only conversation going on was inside my helmet. If I flew I might have to actually talk to someone (although I usually don’t when I fly, either.) This has been my most difficult challenge as a teacher, because it is so incredibly easy to just stay in my room and never reach out. I used to actually have it on my to do list every week, “Make contact with other teachers.” I don’t any more, but the tendencies remain.
So I walked into the hotel dirty and sweaty from riding in the heat and the first thing that happens is Lisa H. tries to give me a hug! Okay, ice broken, I can deal and grow.
After a shower so I was feeling like a human being again, a group of us walked up to the nearby mall and had a nice dinner at a southwestern restaurant and chatted. It was nice, and it gave me a chance to get to know people in a very casual way. It definitely was the right thing to do. I did think about staying in the hotel and sleeping, but decided otherwise. I am glad I did.
The actual events of the week after the break (warning it is long & detailed):