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Teach For America End of the Year Survey

Beneath is an excerpt from my end of the year feedback survey with Teach For America. Peace out TFA. For two years, you were the abusive spouse that told me I was never good enough, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how unrealistic the expectations, and no matter how many hours of work, love, and devotion I poured into you. You never listened to me and you harvested my data like milking a shackled cow, even though you will never know the faces or futures of the students who generated that data. When things went wrong, you blamed me, and when things went right, you blamed me for being delusional of my accomplishments.

Now it’s time for a greater, better, and more honest way to live my life.

Looking back at the year, what did I do that had the greatest impact on your students? Why?

I loved them. I taught with love. I was forgiving, encouraging, and I tried my best to make them into people that would survive.

Consider TFA more broadly or the work with your MTLD. What should be kept the same this upcoming year? Why?

What should be changed? Why?


The MTLD’s job description needs to be more clearly defined. If I had known that the MTLDs were supposed to inspire me instead of teaching me concrete strategies to teach, I would have looked elsewhere in the beginning for teaching strategies.

There needs to be honest discussions about real issues that happen in the classroom. What do you do when a parent yells at you? What do you do when a child attacks you, or cusses you out? How do you reclaim your position as leader in the classroom after that? There also needs to be more transparency on the fact that some of us ended up in much better schools than others, and those who ended up in better schools should not be glorified because they were able to accomplish more (i.e. hearing that a CM was voted teacher of the month/year does not make me feel encouraged to try harder, it makes me feel bitter that my principle threatened to fire me in the fax room if I didn’t cheat my standardized tests). We all have separate experiences, yet TFA gives us homogenous strategies.

There needs to be consistency in expectations of rigor for math especially. Unit plans and lesson plans should be handed out in the beginning. Teachers are in no condition to learn and develop these things for themselves when they begin teaching. Myself and multiple other CMs simultaneously and separately confided in one another that we had fantasized about getting hit by cars on the way to school, or that we were critically injured so that we wouldn’t have to go to work. Not because we didn’t care about closing the achievement gap, but that we cared so deeply and that we were unwilling to quit, but we didn’t feel adequately supported to accomplish what we wanted to.

The MTLD to CM ratio needs to be much smaller.

More instances should be provided for CMs to get to know each other, without having dinner discussions about closing the achievement gap. This would build camaraderie in a very isolating and horrifying experience, increasing retention rates and allowing CMs to network with one another. I’m leaving TFA with the understanding that TFA does not value the mental well-being of its CMs.

Surveys should be ANONYMOUS. Many CMs that I spoke to admitted to lying on feedback because they didn’t want to be targeted as speaking out against TFA. They didn’t want this to impact their future professional opportunities.

Conversations with TFA staff and CMs should not feel so scripted. Many times, I felt that when I was asked a question, the person asking it didn’t want to hear what I had to say, but rather had an objective for what they wanted me to vocalize. Eventually, I ceased my interactions, because I believed that my voice was not valued.

More opportunities should be given to CMs to figure out what to do next besides working with policy and teaching at charter schools. There needs to be more options available.

Today at lunch

For those of you who ask me what it is like to be a Teach For America Teacher:

Today I walked into the teacher lounge to retrieve my lunch, only to find that my lunch had been strewn everywhere, with my yogurt opened, but not fully eaten. Also, one of my co-workers snacks had been stolen.

We discovered that the culprit was a special needs child who had wandered into the room to find something to eat. His father is in jail for having abused his 5-year-old son and breaking his arm in 3 places.

I’m furious, yet still not shocked because for me, this is no longer an account that is “unlikely”, or “unheard” of.

I made this yesterday to be spread amongst the internets.

I made this yesterday to be spread amongst the internets.

why I am sad, how I can be less sad, and what I am doing with my life

why I am sad

Though sometimes I might tell myself that my experience in the workplace has gotten easier (and no doubt, under great fortune it has), I know that the unpleasantries are all still intact. It is my heightened tolerance for unhappiness that should be thanked for the numbness through which I have experienced my life since spring 2011.

When I first joined Teach For America, I thought that two years is not a significant amount of time. Two years? I couldn’t finish microwaving a frozen burrito in two years. High school was 4, college was nearly 4, and both seemed to vanish instantly. I was ignorant of the sensitivities of time. Time spent in happiness does not linger. It is brief in weight and feeling. Time spent diminishing your soul is quagmire. It is painful, scarring, and damaging.

The top 6 things that make me most sad:

1.) When I go home, old friends tell me that my voice has changed, “like I’ve been through hell.”
2.) Looking at facebook and seeing the ongoing lives and activities of people I used to know creates within me a sense of isolation, longing, and jealousy.
3.) Parents who are unable to correctly write their child’s name, or are unable to assist their children with first grade homework. I recently had a parent ask me if 10 out of 10 was a good score on her daughter’s spelling quiz.
4.) A workplace in which I am threatened, screamed at, and repeatedly blamed/held accountable for the egregious failures of a society.
5.) The incredible width between my reality, and the realities of people that I used to partake in and commensurate with.
6.) A lacking Asian American/Queer community.

how I can be less sad

I have tried many solutions. In the short-term, working out consistently has benefitted me tremendously. Also, painting makes me feel better because I am able to create something with a process reminiscent of greater moments of happiness in my life, and simply because I am able to accomplish something that I know I am good at (due to study and practice), and that I am naturally inclined to do. As a side note, yes, I believe that teaching is a learned skill, but some people want to/naturally enjoy it more than others. Asian food is happiness as well, because it is culturally familiar. On the weekend, I will drive the 40 minutes round-trip without hesitation for a bowl of pho that would prevent me from crying.

what I am doing with my life

One month ago, I applied to UC Irvine for a masters in teaching, single subject credential in art education. However, seeing as the teaching market in California is fawful, I don’t know if I want to invest 30 grand into a job that I might not even be able to obtain, and that might not even make me happy. In a recent trip back home, one of my good life-friends told me about her job as an artist for an iphone gaming company. It’s in a city that I want to raise kids in, provides a pay that I should be able to work with, doing something that I love, for a job that you don’t take home with you.

So now, I’m building a game art portfolio (childhood dream unreached), mostly self-teaching myself how to use a computer illustration program that many 21 years olds spent $80,000 to be taught, and praying that I am able to compete. For those of you who may know me, my degree was in Studio Art (painting, drawing, photography and sculpture), not illustration/design. And UC Irvine’s art school was highly conceptual. To do this job, I am learning a medium that I have no experience in.

Anyway, now I’m making shit like this:

and this

and this

Wish me luck.

art. poetry. cultural production. atlanta. california. teaching.

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