All Things First Day of Summer School

June 29, 2015


First Post on Facebook Today: “First day of school! First day of school! First day of summer school, freshmen academy for the fellas of Boys’ Latin! I hope you’re all ready to math!”


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Current Feels: My first day of teaching went very smoothly. I met my boys and I can’t wait to get to know them. I was not one of the teachers who returned to the dorms crying. I am not regretting my decision to join TFA. I am struggling to find a home in New Jersey and it feels impossibly overwhelming. The extensive lesson plan requirements are a terrible waste of my time… but my students didn’t cuss me out today… I didn’t get M&Ms thrown at me… No one called me a bitch or told me I was ugly so overall my first day of summer school with kids went just fine.

My collab and I will be just fine navigating through these four weeks.  It’s looking like a lot of sleepless nights and even more restless weekends.  But… family and friends… just know I am here to brace, adapt and overcome so that’s what I’ll be doing in room 307, send me love.

All Things Day 1 of Institute

June 22 2015

Well day one of Institute and I have already broken down.


I will be teaching at Boys’ Latin Charter School in West Philadelphia for the next 5 weeks.  The school is amazing, the staff is passionate and enthusiastic and I really love my group and my ‘collab’ specifically, his name is Jaycee.  My collab is the person I will be team teaching with during Institute.

In my group, the STEM geeks, there are 12 Corps Members (CMs).  And at Boys’ Latin Charter School there were 8 positions for freshman academy math and 4 positions for (get this) Biochemistry I and II.  BIOCHEMISTRY. MY MAJOR. A CLASS I HAVE EXPERIENCE BEING A TEACHER’S ASSISTANT IN.  A SUBJECT I AM INSANELY PASSIONATE ABOUT. Anddddd my assignment is: math.
For those of you that know me well, you know I despise math almost as much as I love ranch (and even if you don’t know me that well the ranch comparison should shed some light on how I feel because you probably know how much I love ranch).

Anyways, it took everything I had to not break down in front of everyone right then and there.  My Corps Member Adviser (CMA) Matt took me into the hall and I lost it.  Why wouldn’t the choose ME over anyone for one of the biochemistry positions?  Matt then told me that he also majored in biochemistry, entered TFA to teach high school chemistry and was assigned high school English at Institute.  He said “I walked out when I got my placement, so you’re already doing better than me”.  Which made me feel insanely better, as I was crying like I was saying by to my friends in Albuquerque all over again.  I had to suck it up for the remaining three hours, I couldn’t cry in front of all those intelligent, professional TFA CMs.

I just got back to my dorm and let it all out.  Cried and cried.  My roommate hates her placement and my other suite-mates came back and one of them is crying harder than I was because of her placement.  Like it’s cussing devastating that we have to throw ourselves into a subject outside of our content area.  I shimmied over to my desk and wrote this email to my CMA that has all my thoughts.


Hello Matt.

So I have cried it out a little longer in my dorm room and I am still sad and scared.  I just need to say a few more words before I let it go.  The reason I am so upset is because I always give 100% in everything that I do.  I never agree to something unless I am willing to give it my all and that’s why I feel so conflicted.  How am I supposed to give ‘being a math teacher’ my all when I’m not the slightest bit interested in the subject?  How am I going to get students to care about it, when I barely scraped my way through math classes in high school?  How am I supposed to write a vision statement for a class when I’m terrified there’s no way I’ll actually fulfill that vision because I can’t teach the content due to my inability to grasp the concepts?
The best teachers are the ones who are passionate about what they are teaching.  And I am absolutely not passionate about math… .
I really love Boys’ Latin and I’ve never quit anything in my entire life and I won’t start now.  But I have to say how I feel now before I take a breath and brace for the next five weeks as a math teacher. Whoever made the classroom assignments, made a mistake.There is not a single person there that is more passionate or who would work harder than I would to make that biochemistry course absolutely amazing.
I am not doubting the other CM’s abilities but I know, whole-heartedly I belong in that biochemistry classroom this summer. We talk so in depth about how our work is all about the students and how student achievement is our number one priority. Wouldn’t placing a teacher who is just insanely excited about biochemistry and committed to teaching it be the best option for the students?
Ultimately I know in my heart of hearts the students are the ones that will get the short end of the stick, the ones in my math class and the ones that won’t get to have me as a biochemistry teacher. And this does not sit well with me, nor do I feel like it aligns with the mission of TFA.  Just because it is summer school, the students shouldn’t have to suffer as I try to re-learn freshman math.  I can’t just keep the mindset ‘oh well at least I’ll get some learning experience’.  I feel like I am being set up to fail and it’s the worst feeling.  Especially when I could do absolutely amazing in a classroom with baby biochemists.
With that being said, My number one goal for institute was to establish a functioning and tactful classroom management plan.  So I am going to focus on that. I am going to work my absolute hardest to make sure I am the best freaking math teacher I possibly could be.  Getting better at math will only make me better at science and I’m just appreciative I wasn’t placed in English or Reading.  I have accepted it and the only way for me to get anything out of this is if I fully commit to it, so I won’t be upset or bring it up again.  But if there is someone you could pass my email along to that is responsible for the placement process for institute classrooms, I would appreciate it. I have an idea for a pre-institute survey that could assist in assigning placements!
Sorry this ended up being so much longer than I had originally planned.  Thank you for your time and I really am looking forward to getting through these next five weeks with you!
Hope this finds you happy and healthy,
Jenna Claire Hall

And just like that I’ll be teaching math.  The most frustrating part is that if I was teaching biochemistry, a content area I am familiar with, I wouldn’t have to waste time learning it, I could just focus on my lesson plan.  Now, I am going to have to work harder, spend even more time, get even less sleep learning the material to ensure I can effectively teach it.

It’s daunting and frustrating and overwhelming.  But I’m going to do it.

All Things Induction

June 19 2015

It is Friday night and Induction has officially ended.  I am one of like five humans left in the dorms and I am incredibly lonely. Eddie offered to FaceTime-watch Orange is the New Black with me which was comforting. It made me realize how much more difficult this time would be without him.  Knowing I have someone to think about me and worry about me (other than my mom), it’s nice.


Induction went extremely well.
Initially I was wildly apprehensive and had assumed it would be just like any other conference I’d been to before but I was wrong. Induction was about discovering the foundations of the New Jersey community. It was about dissolving the facades and the grim pictures the media paints. It was about discovering how silence is just as detrimental as outright racism. We talked about all that is race and social inequity. Like actually talked. Not the kind of talk that brushes the surface, but the kind that really knocks you on your feet and leaves your head spinning for a few days. The kind of conversations that scare the things that nightmares are made of.
I’m still absorbing.


As a white female it’s difficult for me to feel like I have a voice in the issue of race. Hearing the term “People of Color” my entire childhood and into adulthood has left me with this fallacy that I am raceless. White is a color and even acknowledging that as a truth helps. I’m also still unable to even begin to grasp the oppression the African American community has historically faced and I feel that makes me inadequate and guilty and still confused. More than anything I am overwhelmed. I have spent my whole life in New Mexico, learning and attempting to understand the oppression the Native American community faced and learning the resources and culture my cities had to offer. Now I feel I am starting from the very bottom. I still can’t even fathom the deep-seeded, engrained, socially enforced feeling of racism being spewed at the African American community nor do I know how to combat that or what steps to take to eliminate it from my classroom. Even broader, I have no idea the ins and outs of this state. How am I supposed to support and be a beneficial resource for my students when I still need my GPS to get me to and from Panera and home.


On the brighter side I am still unwaveringly optimistic and hopeful. The drive and the passion displayed by my fellow corps members is utterly astounding. The willingnimage004ess to be vulnerable and to start the conversations that most people spend their whole lives avoiding and the unconditional love they have for the students they haven’t even met is invigorating. We are all aware of our charges and our mission and we are hell-bent on making changes and we realize now we are here to learn the ‘how’. I’m so honored to have been chosen to join in this fight with these individuals by my side.


My roommate Henrietta and my suitemate Nia have become two of my great friends and I am excited to spend five more weeks with them in Philadelphia Institute.

Henrietta is the sweetest soul I’ve met in a while. She called me ‘motherly’ which clearly shows how little she knows about me, as I am usually still the child. It’s ironic because she is more motherly, or maybe it’s just her physical attributes. Huge bust huge booty huge heart (okay not physical, but I hate talking about the shell of a soul for too long). She says sweet things like “I’m so glad we are roommates Jenna” and “How about you just teach in Camden so we can live together”. She is an introvert and I feel has difficulty adjusting to my explicit extroverted personality so she constantly laughs when I speak. We actually laugh together pretty frequently. I hope that lasts through Institute.

Nia is a fierce little devil. She is tall and slender and, I hate to say it, but has resting bitch face. She called me a ‘freak john’ last night after I, first, disclosed my fervent affection for tattoos and piercings and second, proceeded to laundry list all the epidermis locations I have had metal needle-ed into. Apparently a ‘freak John’ is like a slutty girl who does freaky things with boys. Not entirely accurate, but I appreciate the new voacb. Nia and I are in a similar situation as far as being not hired. We are both in TFA purgatory waiting to hear back from interviews. Last night we joked that neither of us would get assigned a job and have to work as Andrew’s assistant (Andrew Kim is the TFA staff member who sends out all the emails so he is who most of us have been conversing with since we joined the NJ Corps).


Last night was an excellent night. Henrietta, Nia and Sarah (Nia’s dorm mate) and I sat in Nia’s room and laughed about TFA and tattoos and boys and nothing at all. And it was everything. “I have friends” I thought to myself as I silent laughed on Nia’s floor for who knows how long. It’s terribly sad that all three of them are teaching in Camden. The search for Newark friends and potential roommates continues.



Today one of the TFA staff said “this is it. You are about to enter the belly of the beast. Not to break it down, the system has already done that. We are going in to rebuild”. I am ready. I am motivated. I am a white anti-racist ally and I’m ready to fight the good fight. My students need me and I’ll be ready for them.

All Things New in New Jersey

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I have been in New Jersey for four days now. It’s hard to formulate words for how I feel. I had to drop Ed off at the airport this morning so I am officially taking on this city alone. I feel like I cheated a bit having him here. It’s always easier to have someone that loves you close by and I didn’t want to take any shortcuts in having this experience. But here I am 2,000 miles from New Mexico, without Eddie and I haven’t perished. My little heart knows I will miss him, heavy, soon, but everything is still so new my feels haven’t settled yet.  When they do I’ll feel less me without him here.


The buildings are so tall, the cars on the road drive very aggressively and pedestrians do not give one single cuss about crosswalks. Literally all humans just go for it, regardless of the color of traffic light or how close the nearest crosswalk is to them; It is a total rat race out there.  But everything feels beautiful. Strange, but beautiful.  The people are different, I’m not sure how to describe it, but different.  Perhaps more risky yet more vigilant, more poor yet much more rich.

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Strangers here still seem strange.


Superficially the city seems old, run-down and definitely crime-ridden, but there’s something about it. It has heart. One hell of a strong, beating, hopeful, heavy heart. A lively pulse that seems to invigorate the residents and fill the homes and buildings to the brim. To describe this city as hopeless or full of despair or completely run-down would be a lie, which is honestly what I expected to unveil.


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I was very sick today and ended up totally missing the first day of Induction but I feel better and plan to participate in everything tomorrow. We will be taking buses to Camden and actually ‘working in the community’… I’m unsure what that entails but that is the description on our schedules.

I love my roommate. Her name is Henrietta and she is from New Jersey and is going to teach in Camden, 3rd grade. She appreciates my enthusiasm and I appreciate her genuineness. I would love it if we roomed together again at Institute, but TFA is all about mixing it up so I doubt we will be.


I’ve told everyone so far that I love New Jersey…

But the thing is I know I will be living here the next two years for sure… so I’m not sure if I am so in love with it as I am relieved that nothing terrible has happened to make me hate it.
This Newly New Jersey gal is going to hit the hay. Thank you Rutgers-Newark for the most comfortable dorm room, cardboard bed hay ever.