Miss Kaitlyn's first day in the classroom.

[school child chorus] Good morning Miss Kaitlyn![/school child chorus]

I’ve been following your story for some time, and I just couldn’t find the words to say… heck, I still can’t. I’m just so proud of anyone when they are able to finally express who they are, and finally feel right about themselves - no matter who you are, it always feels so good to feel… like truth - does that make sense?

I’m so proud of you for knowing who you are, not hiding it, and holding your head high. You are a beautiful girl, inside and outside, Kaitlyn - I wish you and your family all the happiness in the world!

I apologise if I just sound like I’m gushing or babbling or making little sense, but I wanted to offer my best wishes to you, and I still haven’t quite found how to word it the way I want to. I just didn’t want the thread to fade into eventual history without my having said some words of support! :slight_smile:

Perhaps a little bit off topic, but in the classroom, do students nowadays refer to their teachers by Mr/Ms/Miss/Mrs First Name, or is that simply shorthand for not revealing your last name?

Can’t wait to hear about the rest of your day!

Good morning, little schoolgirl
Can I come home with you?
Tell your momma and your poppa
I’m a schoolgirl too
:cool:

I’m chiming in with the chorus of your well-earned congratulations, Kaitlyn!

May I just say I think it’s awesome that your principal seems so supportive? I’m sure you’ll do awesome.

I went into the office of Mr. Prinipal. this morning, and Mr. Assistant Principal and Mr. Counselor were there. This did not bode well.

He said it looked like we were going to need to go with Plan B (which I prefer to think of as The Erudition Imperative).

He told me three parents had called him last night and asked him point blank if I used to be a man. He had told them that he was not prepared to discuss such issues over the phone, but would be willing to discuss with the parents tomorrow in his office whatever concerns they might have concerning their child’s teachers.

Note: This was the agreed upon response–had I wanted, he would have told them that was privileged information and nothing else.

He didn’t know how they knew, but if three parents knew enough to call him at home and ask him directly, everyone would soon know. Containment really wasn’t an option any more, but he was still willing to go with the “no comment” response if that’s what I wanted. I assured him that it was fine, tell the parents when they came in.

One of the mothers told him about how she figured it out, and was quite proud of her detctive work. She has a friend who has a child at my old school, and recognized my name as being the same as that of the teacher who disappeard in the middle of last year without warning, due to unnamed “personal medical issues”. Combine that with the unnamed transsexual suing the school district for the loss of her job in the past year, and bingo.

This was where things stood as I went to my first class.

I don’t think you can appreciate how tense I am on your behalf right now. And you are relating all this so matter-of-factly and calmly and … well, sheesh, lady, can I say you have a lot of class?

on preview: :smack: PUN UNINTENDED!

Don’t suppose she had anything better to do:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Are these parents just being nosy, or do they have other motives? People make me worry sometimes.

In any case, Kaitlyn - your posts have a very confident tone; you seem like a very content person. Sounds like you’re teaching a nice group of kids, too.

I just want to say:

**GO KAITLYN! **

ducks and flees from the mods

After welcoming the students in and taking roll, we went to the story area so I could introduce myself and we could have a question and answer period. I could easily have just skipped this, but I’ve done it with every class, and it helps to break the ice on the first day, and besides, how likely would a group of 8 year olds be to ask me a direct question about my sexuality?

Even before I started treatment and my body started to take on more feminine features, I was never made in public that I know of. I didn’t look like a guy in a dress when I was, physically, a guy in a dress.

I was wearing a short sleeve white blouse with a man style collar, gold accent neck scarf with paisly stitching and a gold clasp chain, loose, below the knee black skirt, white tights, and black Mary Jane flats. I have straight, jet black hair that I haven’t cut in three years except to even up the ends, hanging down to the middle of my back in a pony tail, with a couple of wisps of hair hanging loose so that I could constantly be tucking them back behind my ears, which would in turn display the French manicure I got last Saturday, and bangs pulled forward to mid forehead. My makeup was understated, but unmistakably feminine.

I introduced myself, then asked if there are any questions. The most common ones are about things like first name, age, and in my case, ethnicity.

So color me a bit surprised when the first question was:

Student A: Are you a boy or a girl?

Miss K: I’m a girl.

Student B: My mom says you used to be a boy.

Miss K: Your mom’s right. I used to be a boy, but now I’m a girl. (B turns to A and says, “Seeeee.” and folds her arms across her chest with a very satisfied look on her face.

Student C: Is it better to be a boy or a girl?

I was tempted at this point to tell her the unvarnished truth that of course it’s better to be a girl; why would would anyone want to be an icky, smelly, hairy, cootie-infested boy? And after all, isn’t part of my job to teach my students some of the deeper, more profound truths about life?

Instead, I said: It depends on you. If you feel like a boy inside, it’s better to be a boy. If you feel like a girl inside, it’s better to be a girl.

Student D: Why did you become a girl?

Miss K: Well, I felt like a girl on the inside, and I wanted my body to match how I felt inside.

This was followed by a chorus of boys saying how they wouldn’t want to be girls, and the girls saying how they wouldn’t want to be boys, and one of the girls saying it might be fun to be a boy sometimes, but she wouldn’t want to be a boy all the time, and another girl changing her position to sometimes it would be ok to be a boy, but only if she could go back to being a girl the rest of the time, and the boys reiterating that they wouldn’t ever want to be girls any of the time, even if they could change back.

Student E: Are you Chinese or Japanese?

This one I had been expecting, because it comes up every year, so we went into the whole mini-lesson how there are different countries in Asia, the two Koreas, baby smuggling and adoption, different schools of martial arts and whether I could beat Jackie Chan in a fight, and all that boring stuff that comes up every year. The subject of whether I’m a boy or a girl never came up again.

One other observation about the kids: They didn’t struggle with the pronouns. Adults nearly always have a problem at first, but the kids never.

Congratulations, Kaitlyn!

Seems you took exactly the right approach with the kids and I’m glad it went well. I hope Miss Kaitlyn has a lovely first year. :smiley:

MrFantsyPants: Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t have anything clever prepared (dang it), so all I did was tell him his student was right.

On to the teacher’s meeting (It would normally be my bedtime, but tomorrow has another two hour delay. Sigh.)

We go into the conference room, with all of the other teachers and staff looking checking me out while trying to be seen checking me out. I made sure to brush my loose strands of hair back behind my ear, subconsciously, of course.

Mr P. starts out by telling everyone that he was aware that there were some rumors going around, and he wanted to get things cleared up before they got out of hand.

He introduces me, and I stand up. Everyone is so quiet and attentive you could hear a pin drop.

Miss K: First, let me say how glad I am to be here, and I’m happy to clear up any misconceptions there might be about me. My name is Kaitlyn -------. That’s K A I T L Y N. It’s pronounced /KATE-lin/. Not Kate, not Katie–only my brother gets to call me Katie–, not Lynn, and not Kat–Kaitlyn. I know it seems like a small thing, but we go out of our way to make sure we get our student’s names right, so I think it’s only respectful to do the same with our colleagues.

I sit back down. There’s a buzz of confusion at the tables.

Mr. P: Kaitlyn, while I’m sure we can all agree that it’s important to respect what name other people want to use, wasn’t there something else you wanted to share.

Miss K: Oh, yeah, sorry. [I stand up again]. I’ve seen the students looking and whispering all day, and I know some of you have been looking at me and trying to figure it out. Is she? Isn’t she? And I know how hard it can be to figure something like this out on your own. It really is difficult to tell if you don’t know exactly what to look for. I also understand that it’s a difficult thing to just walk up and ask someone. You want to know, but you don’t know how to ask without giving offense. [I could have gone on for another full minute, but Mr. P gave me a “get to the point” gesture]. So, just so that there’s no confusion, I want everyone to know for sure. I’m Korean. Not Chinese, not . . .

Mr. P: Kaitlyn. Not that. The other thing.

Miss K: What other . . . oh yeah. I’m a transsexual. Up until last year I taught at AnySchool as Mr. Keith. I’ve been undergoing treatment for a disorder called gender dysphoria, in which a person has the brain of one sex but the body of the other. The treatments are designed to change my body to match my brain. I am a woman.

There was an extensive Q and A, but nobody asked me whether it was better to be a boy or a girl, and none of the adults managed to phrase the “why” question as well as student D, and I used a lot more words to explain it without improving on what I told my students.

After the Q and A, Mr. P stands up to talk to the teachers. He tells them he or the VP or counselor will be by tomorrow to talk to the classes, and goes over what to say to the students if they get curious, and that they can refer students to Mr. C if they have questions that the teacher doesn’t know how to answer.

Then he goes over the rules for dealing with parents and the media:

Mr. P: There’s one rule and one rule only. Send them to me. If you’re approached by someone in the media, you say, “You’ll have to talk to Mr. P about that.” If you’re approached by a parent about Miss K, you send them to me. I don’t care what it’s about, you send them to me. If a parent comes to you and asks you if you think Kaitlyn is a pretty name, you send them to me and I’ll tell them.

Now let’s all say it together: “You’ll have to talk to Mr. P about that.”

There was a lot more stuff, so I’ll just highlight my two favorite parts.

On what happens if people protest: Now, so that there’s no misunderstanding, listen carefully. Miss Kaitlyn isn’t going anywhere. Parents can remove their kids, but Miss Kaitlyn isn’t going anywhere. If every parent but one removes their child, Miss Kaitlyn will still be here, teaching a class of one student. If we have to import students from other countries so that she has someone to teach, Miss Kaitlyn will still be here.

On the use of pronouns: The proper pronouns to be used to refer to Miss Kaitlyn are “she” and “her”. If you hear a student referring to Miss Kaitlyn as “he” or “him”, you are to correct them immediately. If a student refers to Miss Kaitlyn as “it” you are to send them to me or Mr. VP immediately. [Mr VP: It will be a most unpleasant experience].

The meeting with the parents is scheduled for tomorrow night.

After the teacher’s meeting, Mr. P tells me, “Do not do that tomorrow night.”

I give him my best innocent little girl look, “Why, suh, ah’m not entirely sure ah know what you mean.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Immensely.”

“You realize tomorrow night might not be as . . . pleasant as this afternoon.”

“Yes.”

“Ok. You want me to walk you to the parking lot?”

“Nah, that’s ok, I’ve got a gun in my purse.”

“Well, see you tomorrow then.”


Time for my beauty sleep. I’ll try to get to some of the specific questions tomorrow.

If for any reason you get bored with teaching, Kaitlin, you should take up stand-up!

I love it. I LOVE it. That’s loads better than me and the fundamentalist in the metro, that’s for sure.

And I am very damned happy your principal is just as supportive as he ought to be.

Kick ass, Kaitlyn.

That rocked my socks, Kaitlyn. I will hope that the meeting with the parents goes as smoothly. Wowsers.

And I concur, if you want to give up teaching, then you could definitely have a career as a standup comic.

Kaitlyn, I missed reading your earlier thread (linked to in your OP), but have now caught up with both that and the multipage thread linked to in that thread’s OP.

I am in absolute awe of everything that you are going through in your life, and particularly how you have handled your first day at school. Kudos to your Principal, too, but I’m sure that one of the reasons that he’s being so supportive is that he can see what an asset you will be to his school. The dignity and wit that you showed yesterday – simple directness with the kids, disarming humor with your fellow teachers – give me confidence that you’ll have the parents eating out of your hands in no time.

Your smooth segue from Plan A to Plan B (on the first day, no less) was really impressive. I’m sure that you’re a really good teacher in terms of the curriculum material, but I’ll bet that your students over the years will learn as much from you about dignity, class, and self-respect as they do about all that book-larnin’ stuff.

From first-day impressions, you’re an early favorite for Teacher of the Year in my book!

I wish you the best of luck at the meeting with the parents, a wonderful remainder of the school year, and a happy and successful career.

I have happy-tears in my eyes as I write this. Good on you, Kaitlyn.

(Since I didn’t post in the other threads, I’ll just add that I’m also in awe of the “other Mrs Six”. What an amazing woman she must be! I wish the two of you all the happiness the world can bring – you both deserve it in spades.)

  1. You sound absolutely beautiful!

  2. About the “boys” who gave you a hard time in the bar you mentioned in the other thread. Sounds to me like they think giving other people a hard time is just part of the role they’ve taken for themselves. They wouldn’t recognize or understand the hypocrisy.

  3. Do you really have a gun in your purse? (You are in Texas, after all, but wouldn’t you have had to clear that with Mr. P.?)

You rock, lady!

I hope things go well with the parents, but even if they do not start out well, I am very confident that you will prevail, because, well, you rock!

And there will be classloads of students out there that have a role model to teach them the importance of being true to themselves, regardless of the risks. They are lucky to have you.

Geeezusssss. Gotta love that Mr. P.

I’m a straight white male who isn’t working in the education system and I still want to work for that guy.