
A very specific brand of autumn exhaustion arrives right alongside the paperwork. This week, I am knee-deep in the annual ritual of drafting my individualized professional development plan (IPDP), which hangs over October first like a quiet deadline waiting to pounce. We all know the drill. The district hands down its grand overarching vision, and we spend hours trying to contort our actual, messy day-to-day classroom realities into a neat little box that satisfies the rubric.
My principal loves to tell us that we are growing to greatness, often pointing to a cactus in the office as proof that beautiful things can survive in dry places. I nod along every single time, though I usually find myself wondering if my classroom feels less like a desert bloom and more like a windowsill succulent that someone forgot to water for four weeks. We sit in our professional learning community meetings, tossing around buzzwords and half-baked ideas, all of us secretly wishing the paperwork would just fill itself out so we could get back to lesson planning.
When I look back at the plans that actually mattered, the ones that changed how I taught, none of them came from a district mandate. I think about working through Tina Boogren’s thoughtful work on teacher self-care, reminding us that you cannot pour from an empty cup no matter how hard administration tries to squeeze the teapot. I think about the year a colleague and I threw out the rulebook to build an authentic art portfolio project with students, letting them steer the ship. I think about the days of testing out Liz Kolb’s Triple E Framework when I was a tech coach, fumbling through digital integration together just to see what stuck.
Those experiences worked because they were human. They started with a real question about real kids.
So now I am staring at the blank document again, wondering what will actually make me a better educator this year. I have a handful of shiny new tech tools and engagement strategies for my virtual students, but let us be honest. Software does not make a great teacher. Shiny gadgets do not fix the heavy days.
Maybe I am making this entire process far too complicated. Teaching has a funny way of making us overthink our own instincts. At its core, growing to greatness is rarely about a clever professional development goal or a corporate framework. It is about looking at the human beings sitting in front of us, with all their chaotic passions and unmet needs, and stepping out of the way. It is about remembering why we love being the guide on the side instead of the sage on the stage, even when the system wants us to measure everything in standard units.
My students already have the capacity for greatness. They just need a safe place to realize it. And honestly, that is probably the only goal worth writing down on my form anyway.
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