Saturday, December 14, 2013
One Year Ago
I knew entering this profession that there would be days were I'd experience and have to respond to the unexpected. I knew there would be times when I'd find myself on the spot trying to explain things I couldn't explain. But I never imagined the degree to which this might be necessary, and I instantly saw myself in the shoes of Victoria Soto, the 27 year old teacher who was killed protecting her students. I spent the commute home that day listening to the news on the radio, sobbing in disbelief, and with the deepest sadness I had ever felt for teachers, parents, and children I had never met. While thinking about this moment one year later, I've realized that although it was and still is one of the most sickening feelings I've ever felt, not only as a teacher but as a human being, the only way I can respond to this that will have any significance is through learning from it, and through committing to keeping positivity, problem solving, and kindness a priority in my own life and in my own classroom.
As teachers, it's so easy to get caught up in our daily routines. We wake up in the morning, drink our coffee on the way to work, and before we even have a chance to speak our first words of the day, there are children at our doors waiting to ask us questions about last night's homework, or emails in our inboxes from parents expressing concern over a recent quiz grade. It's so easy to turn to negativity and blaming when we are struggling with our students or with our workload, and it's so easy to get into a cycle of complaining when things just aren't going our way, or when people just don't understand what we deal with. It's easy, but when the dust settles, it's exhausting, and it eliminates the opportunities we have to truly make a difference in the lives of our students. On December 14th, 2012, I never realized more clearly that the more time we spend focusing on problems and not solutions, the more we are ignoring students that truly need our help, and the more we are slowly squeaking open the doors of opportunity for another something tragic to happen in our schools.
It may seem like a huge monster to tackle, eliminating the possibility of violence in our schools, but it's not impossible. According to the US census, there are 7.2 million teachers in the United States, 3 million of which are teaching at the elementary or middle school level (http://www.census.gov/newsroom/releases/archives/facts_for_features_special_editions/cb11-ff15.html) There are THREE MILLION of us who teach at this crucial time in a child's development, and who have the opportunity to impact what kind of human being each child will be. Every moment we spend complaining about how frustrated we are with that child in our classroom who is defiant or disrespectful is a moment wasted in trying to understand that child's behavior and searching for a solution. I'll be the first to say that it's much more difficult to relentlessly search for successful interventions than it is to harp on the disbelief that these behaviors are still occurring in my classroom, or to blame lack of success on lack of support in our classrooms. It's more difficult to run a classroom that focuses on educating the whole child than it is to run a classroom that focuses on academics only. I can't lie and say that I don't find myself sometimes falling back into that pattern. It's certainly more difficult, but now more than ever, it's more important. We have so little time in our days as teachers to truly and collaboratively problem solve and support one another, how can we justify a minute wasted? Students spend a majority of their waking hours in our classrooms. How can we justify only teaching them how to individually read, write, and multiply instead of teaching them to work as a team and look out for one another? If there are three million of us who are willing to take the more difficult path, or at least look in that direction, there is no way we can fail.
Although I am still devastated to think about what happened in Newtown, Connecticut one year ago today, and I am still brought to tears when I try to understand how the young man who did this never got the help he really needed, I know that as a teacher, I can play a small role in possibly preventing this from continuing to happen. For the 107 students I will have over the next two years, I can make it a priority to dedicate myself to not only making sure my students are meeting the standards of the Common Core, but also to making sure my students are kind, grateful, helpful, and empathetic human beings.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Get V.A.L.I.D! Teaching Web Literacy Skills
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
From Background to Foreground: Meaningfully Building Background Knowledge
So, we are building a museum. Literally. My classroom is slowly beginning to transform from just your average 7th grade classroom to full scale Victorian England museum. Although I'm only partially through this process, and the end result is yet to come, I couldn't be more excited about how it's going.
One of my goals in designing this project is to be as hands off as possible. I want them to own every piece of this museum from the beginning of our research to our opening day. I've provided some structure and guidance, but I'm really interested in seeing how they interact with one another, how they problem solve amongst themselves, and what they are able to create without the limitation of a menu of choices or a rubric.
At the start of the research process, students were asked to log onto their edline page, and find the folder with their topic on it. Inside the folder, I placed 2 very simplistic resources which give the students just a taste of their topic, but left many questions unanswered. After reviewing a Prezi detailing how to create well written research questions, students were asked to write 3 big picture questions (I called them "forest questions"), and for each of their big questions, they were asked to develop 3 small detail questions (I called them "tree" questions). They based their subsequent research off of those questions. I wanted them to take the direction in their research that they were interested in taking, rather than giving them specific questions to answer.
I loved watching them navigate through the research process. I gave groups the freedom to divide the research task however they wanted to, and it was fascinating to see the different ways that groups chose to do this. Some individuals had difficulty with group members not being on task, or feeling like they were doing all the work, or not being given any work to do. When they ran to tell me, rather than step in and make decisions or point fingers, I asked guiding questions to move them towards problem solving as a team. I asked questions like, "What is the goal you are trying to accomplish today as a group? What is stopping you from moving forward towards that goal? How can you work together to solve the problem?"
Each day in this process begins with a group meeting, where the "exhibit directors" read the memo from the "museum curator" (me.) The memo requires them to submit a goal for the day to their curator, and briefly explain how each group member will be contributing to this goal. Bringing this element of pretend and play into the activity has proven to be incredibly motivating. I hear things like, "Guys, our grand opening is in two weeks, we really need to get moving!"
I've also asked each group to create an advertisement for our museum. Some groups are recording 15 second commercials and podcasts, others are creating flyers and announcements to be read over the intercom. I've overheard groups saying things like, "We really need to make something that catches their eye!" or, "What parts of the building do sixth graders spend time in? Let's hang some fliers there," or, "Let's tell them a little bit about our topic, but not everything. Then they'll want to come see what it's all about!"
What do I love about this endeavor so far? I love that they are able to implement the element of pretend and play while still creating for an authentic audience. I love feeling confident that they will be able to more effectively connect the historical context of A Christmas Carol with the story's message, and thus connect the story's message more effectively to their own lives. These are all, for me, successes. But what I love most about this project is that they are almost completely in control, and they are coming up with ideas that I couldn't have thought of even on my best and brightest post workshop reenergized idea filled teacher day. They are truly owning the learning.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Differentiating in the Digital Age
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Beginning with BYOD
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Starting Up Strong
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Taking Flight
Taking Flight
My phone croaked the familiar sound of a text message received, and slithered across the table as it vibrated. Do u think u can run to TJ Maxx and grab me a bathingsuit?? I read the message with growing irritation as I checked my watch: 3:30. Two hours before departure. Fine.I replied. The period at the end was meant to punctuate my annoyance. I had been nagging him for weeks to make sure he had everything he needed for our trip.
Fully expecting this last minute item request, I hopped into my car and raced to the South Bay Shopping Center, predicting the inevitable traffic jam through Andrew Square.
It was going to be my first trip to Europe, and it was full of questions. Not the kinds of questions you ask one right after the other, but the kinds that encompass your brain and linger all at once, like a dark, portending cloud.
Do I have everything packed? What if we miss our flight? Why didn't he buy a bathingsuit ahead of time like I suggested? What if we get lost while we're there and no one can help us ‘cuz we don't speak Greek and our phones won't work? What if I get bitten by a Greek spider and I get some sort of weird infection? What if they lose my luggage and I don't have my contact solution? What if the food is bad?
After purchasing the only bathingsuit left-why did they have such a terrible bathingsuitselection in July? Isn't it still summer? I punched it into his suitcase and we rolled out of our apartment, headed for Logan Airport.
More questions continued to race as quickly as the cars passing us in the tunnel. Some I knew were ridiculous, some I just had to have answers to.
"Do you think we should have dinner when we get to the airport? Or will we have an in-flight meal?" I asked him, trying to sound breezy.
"I don't know. We'll figure it out."
I turned and looked out the window, frustrated with this nonchalant answer to my very important question. I couldn't understand why he wasn't concerned about making sure every moment of this trip was just right. How can he not be worried about this? Should we stop and get a snack in terminal just in case?
With half an hour to spare before boarding, we arrived in the gate area.
"Let's grab a beer and start our trip off right!" He suggested excitedly.
I immediately snapped back, "We don't have time! What if they start boarding and we’re not there?"
"Relax, we'll make it," he responded. Cool as a cucumber. But I couldn't relax. So much moving forward from this point was unpredictable and, quite literally, foreign.
So much was beyond my control.
I rigidly sipped my Stella Artois between double and triple checks of my purse and carry on, making sure I had the important items I already knew I had. I could feel him becoming more and more disappointed with my inability to enter vacation mode, and it was beginning to plague the start of our trip.
After settling our tab and making just one more bathroom visit before boarding, we headed to our gate, my nervous stomach churning. Did they already start boarding? Did I leave my passport on the bar? I checked for it again, stopping so short that he crashed into me.
"You have it!" He said sternly.
As I quickened my pace heading towards the gate, I spotted what appeared to be a blur of orange t-shirts and lanyards pooled like a school of fish. The back of the t-shirts read something to the effect of "La Escuela de Madrid." It was my biggest nightmare: approximately 50 middle school students from Spain gathered on a school trip. Oh great. This is an overnight flight! What if they keep me up all night on the plane? What if I'm so overtired I can't even enjoy my first night in Greece?
I marched towards the boarding area, huffing and puffing, irritated at my bogus stroke of luck. I teach middle school. Don't I deserve a break from these kids? I merged into the line to board, ready with my passport and boarding pass in hand, eyes angrily focused on my clan of travel companions.
As I watched, something within me shifted and I softened.
A few girls in the pack were busy with the all-important task of taking “selfies,” with their BFF’s. A lanky teenage arm was stretched out to steady the camera, their heads weresquished together awkwardly, and they flashed their imperfect smiles (complete with braces and minor skin imperfections) over and over again.
A group of boys nearby had just purchased a rainbow of soft drinks from the Sbarro next to the gate, and mixed them all together into an unsuspecting empty cup. They dared one another to gulp what now looked like fizzy mud, and when they did, they were completely oblivious to the fact that the girls were admiring their bravery from afar. Once the challenge was complete, they relentlessly began poking, prodding, and pushing each other, unaware of the adult travelers they were getting in the way of. Even though they only spoke in Spanish, I understood. Theyspoke the language of middle school.
They were unafraid to lose control in their laughter, and they let moments of hilarity completely envelop them. They were forgetting their drawstring carryon bags in places they couldn’t remember leaving them, and glancing around perplexed as to how it could’ve gotten away from them. They were tripping over invisible obstacles on the airport floor without regret for the path they took.
They were carefree.
They returned me to the place in this world where I am positive, comfortable and accepting of what comes my way. Where there are more questions than answers, where things are forgotten or done at the last minute, and where almost nothing goes exactly as planned: my classroom.
It was the only moment leading up to this trip that was able to shake me from my ridiculously pessimistic and neurotic funk. Though they didn’t speak English, they told me something in that airport and in that moment: sometimes the best way to improve the future is to enjoy the present moment. Sometimes the best way to take flight into the unknown is to remember to stay grounded.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sweat the Small Stuff
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
The June Survival Kit
Here in Boston, it's looking as though tomorrow is going to be a scorcher. Right now, many of us teachers are facing the next couple of weeks with some apprehension as we inch towards the last day of the year. A building full of middle schoolers, 90 degree heat, and no air conditioning is a very frightening combination. We are facing the days when we need to shower both before AND after work (the latter being a freezing cold one) even though we probably didn't have time to work out. We are facing the days where we are reminded of the fact that the windows in our classroom only open half an inch. We are facing the days where we don't blow dry our hair because we know it's immediately going up into some sort of makeshift updo as soon as we enter our sticky buildings. How do we survive these weeks? Well, we need to make it somehow, and there are a few key items that have helped me make it in the past.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Metaphorically Speaking
In act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Romeo (who, in this scene, my students refer to as a "creeper") spies on Juliet as she swoons over him from up in her balcony. Once she realizes he is there, they pour their hearts out to one another and proclaim their infinite love. After listening to the scene as a class, we identify together the various metaphors that Romeo and Juliet use to express their love for one another. However, in order to truly grasp just how gushy Romeo and Juliet's love for one another is, finding the metaphors isn't enough. This means little to nothing to the students who think primarily concretely and cannot grasp the ambiguity of the metaphor. They need to see the metaphor, right there in front of them, to really understand what it means.
How can students see something metaphiorical? In trying to answer this question, I developed, what I've found to be, an activity that appeals to the masses (and by masses I mean my 50 eighth graders).
The more artistic students choose to actually illustrate a metaphor in it's literal form. They read the metaphor, visualize what's happening, and put that visualization to good use by illustrating it. Here are some works in progress...