I removed technology from my out-of-control classroom, and the difference was astounding.

When I stepped into my new classroom in June 2015, I could tell that something was wrong. I entered in the beginning of summer into an after-school and summer-care program for children ages 5–12. I was ready to teach about literally everything I possibly could. However, my plans were immediately tossed out the window.

What I came across changed my entire understanding of education from that moment onward. I was brought in to help with academic studies. Math, language arts, history, science, etc. I was supposed to continue onward with this teaching, but there was no way it was even possible.

The room I had entered was, effectively, in a Cold War situation. At any moment, it felt like a bomb could go off and set the room ablaze. There was enough tension that you could only cut through it with industrial-grade machinery. No one wanted to share, those who wanted to play with each other would immediately get into screaming matches, and the rest were busy with one of three things: iPads, smartphones, or the Wii that was situated in the back of the classroom.

See how calm this kid is? Now, make her angry and put, like, 5 other kids around her who are also angry. That was my situation. Photo by Drew Rae from Pexels.

There were toys untouched, but it’s understandable: These toys had been through the ringer. They were marked up, torn, broken, missing pieces, or just downright filthy. I didn’t want to play with these toys either, and I absolutely love to play with toys!

I had inherited this classroom from someone I would later consider a friend and mentor, but they had inherited that room before me with most of the toys within years ago. The budget was seemingly tight, and childcare centers are notorious for their worn-out goods.

So, I did what all teachers would do in this situation: Spend my own money and hope that I can get reimbursed for everything so I can still provide for my family. Luckily, in most cases, I did get reimbursed, but I know there are still some sweet, sweet dollars out there waiting for me to finally take them back.

My yearly salary in one photo. Photo by cottonbro from Pexels.

I digress. I had to completely redo everything about the room after observing how it ran on its own. It was…