The young, male teacher dilemma

Let me preface this post by saying I teach middle school U.S. History and Spanish. This is my fourth year teaching, and I started right out of college.

This is the last week of class before Christmas vacation, and my students never seem to disappoint me. Every morning, they act like it has been years since they have seen each other as they squeal in excitement. They walk into my classroom full of energy in the early hours of the morning, and I try to reach their same level of excitement, with a few cups of coffee, of course!

Recently, one topic has been on my mind: compassion. In the society we live in, teachers must be weary of teacher/student relationships, and male teachers, specifically, must tread lightly around female students. 

I try to verbally tell and visually show my students how much I care for them on a regular basis. I praise them continuously, and I want them to know that they mean more to me than the 45 minutes they are in my classroom; however, I don’t think my students view my compassion as much as I try to show it. As a young, male teacher, I have to find ways to show my compassion without (for lack of a better word) being creepy. The middle aged, female teacher down the hall calls her students “sweetie,” and she pats them on the back. I don’t feel that it is appropriate for me to call my students “sweetie,” nor is that word in my regular vocabulary.

How do male teachers show their students that they care for them? Maybe it is in the kindness in my voice, the patience in my actions, and the warmness in my smile. Maybe it is in the way I sarcastically kid with them. Maybe it is in the way I inquire about their weekends and the way I can connect with them through pop culture references. Maybe it is in the way my classroom door is always open, and I never kick out students after school.

At the end of the day, what I really want my students to know is that I do care for them, even if I show it in unique ways.


I finally jumped.

I’ve been thinking about blogging for awhile. Many of my PLN members blog, and they rave about how cathartic and healing it can be. They reflect in an open forum. They openly share their successes, concerns, and worries. They celebrate their students, and they search for ways to hone their craft.

I’m not sure what this blog will turn into for me, but I know that at the end of the school day, thoughts of my students and my classroom move through my mind like a PowerPoint on repeat. I believe in the power of reflection and collaboration, and I hope this blog will cause both of those.

I’ve jumped. I’ve jumped into the world of blogging. Join me on this journey through my educational experiences and maybe, just maybe, we’ll learn something together.