Showing posts with label Teacherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teacherhood. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

These Kids, Your kids, Our kids

These kids want to be grown up,

Do-it-yourself but don't realize how much they need you know-it-alls,

While really needing to be

Guided, nurtured and heard.

These kids will grow to be their best

With the right combination of “supportilizer” that

Each of us has patented our own brand of.

Your kids will fight, argue, swear they’re “done,” and have “done” their best,

Will become door slamming,

Lawyer worthy case pleaders

Who cry in your lap one minute

And swear they are grown-up enough to handle everything the next.

Your kids need to know you’re still there,

Through the mistakes,

The tears,

The successes,

The failures,

The dreaded questions

And answers they sometimes do not want to hear.

Our kids will forget we were once in their shoes,

Forget we have survived many bumps and scrapes they have yet to experience,

And forget we truly want what’s best for them.

In all of that,

Our kids will know,

That under our protective partnership of loving understanding,

And letting them make and learn from their mistakes kind of caring.

That we are united,

We have the best intentions and

We will do whatever it takes to

Push,

Pull,

Drag and

Guide them to the next level.

We are we.

We are united.

Because they are all

Our kids.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Common Core: The "Beast" within our Schools

It’s been said there’s a horrid creature lurking in today’s schools, coast to coast, Kinder through 12th grades. It is clawing at American children and the walls that confine classrooms. Teachers, administrators and school district officials, even many politicians are at risk. America is doomed to squander globally if this being is not put to rest.

This horrid beast is replacing worksheets, textbooks and scripted curriculum programs made not by teachers, but by for-profit publishers under the guise of being what’s best for kids. There has been a security breach and attack of the standardized tests we loved so much as children. You remember, the type of test where you only had to pick keywords out of paragraphs and bubble in the corresponding answer. The standardized test where you could even guess and still have a chance to have an agreeable score. War has been waged on silent classrooms where pin drops can be heard in the absence of the sole voice in the room, that of the teacher, that is. This goes against the adage our grandparents taught us, “children are to be seen and not heard.”

The creature that’s lurking near every classroom door is actually allowing kids to think for themselves. Kids don’t have thoughts, they should only believe what they are spoon fed and only speak in regurgitated nodes. This evil monster is asking them to explain their thinking...in MATH! Who thinks in math, let alone uses group discussion and written word to document the route they took to get an answer? Something has gone horribly wrong when kids are talking about science topics in LANGUAGE ARTS. The beast’s foul stench has made it all the way out to the PE fields where students have to teach one another and explain why one warm up or exercise routine might help a specific athlete over another established training regimen.

And the worst thing of all, this enemy has given teachers a little freedom to get rid of the list of things they are to teach in a school year and has allowed them to go more in depth on fewer topics rather than get to the last chapter in the dumbed down, dry textbooks we gave them.

This demonic creation is The Common Core (“Dun-dun-dunnn” sound effects play here).

I’m declaring here and now that war is being waged against our children and with things like student choice and voice occurring in our classrooms, we will not have children suited for employment in our factory economy. We will not have workers who sit quietly, do what they’re told without asking questions or innovating better ways of doing things. We’ve used our 19th century model for, well centuries, and it’s why America ranks 14th among developed countries. (Pearson, 2015) Wait, what? 14th. You mean the United States throws more money at education and gives more standardized testing than many and is still only 14th? (A.P., 2013)

So perhaps those who’ve been asking questions about the why things no longer work in terms of the world we’re living in are on to something. Could it be true that those who sit still and do what they’re told, both students are teachers, fair far poorer than those who live in a classroom where creativity is allowed and encouraged. Do teachers really know what’s best for kids with all their training and experiences with real students?

The true purpose and methodology behind Common Core, not the hyped media version, has classrooms where students are forced to delve more deeply, think more thoroughly and work collaboratively to ask and answer questions while solving problems. Sounds a bit more like what it takes to be CEO and Head Engineer.

Activities like giving students the actual Magna Carta and having them work together to make sense of it is better than simply telling them what it is and what it means. Will activities like this take longer? Yes. Are they “hard?” Of Course. Can all students be successful with these types of activities with the proper amount of scaffolding? You bet. Common Core should be like an apprenticeship where students learn by doing and showing, rather than sitting and getting.

Many of us were raised to believe the misconception that things we were tortured with like weekly spelling tests and timed arithmetic were the most effective way to teach and learn, when in fact, all this did was pump our brains with disconnected facts that we simply mind-dumped on Fridays after the test. How many people still profess to be poor spellers and count on their fingers? Without a connection to tangible learning, this type of “learning” is a waste of time.   Why not let the spelling inquiry and a variety of word choice come from the need to properly present a researched topic or solve an equation quickly to complete a blueprint? Couldn’t history be learned through re-enactments after reading historical fiction? Research to verify and produce independent work would garner longer lasting knowledge than filling in a bubble on an end of unit test. Why not present real world problems and help students work in groups to solve pieces of the problem, then present findings to one another to form a comprehensive plan...kind of sounds like the way companies come up with solutions. Could students research topics of interest and host an educational fair to enlighten their peers and parents rather than a canned research report for solely their teacher’s eyes? Doesn’t that sound “authentic?” Motivating? Inspirational even?

The beast that is Common Core is more, as the kids would say, “Beastmode!” Properly used, they represent a shift in thinking, doing, creating, that in a properly trained teacher’s hands, is a large missing piece of the success pie we want our kids, and ultimately our society, to have. It is not “the” answer, but on the way to a solution that will slay the real educational beast that is over policing, over testing, over administrating and will put power back in the hands of the learners. Teaching kids how to think, not what to think is at the core of Common Core. It’s education in “beastmode,” not a beast.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Readenest Child You Ever Did See…”

"The Readenest Child You Ever Did See…”

“The readnesest child you ever did see,”
Just the opposite of the she that was me.

“Silent reading time,” Mrs. Butler would say,
The favorite part of many of my fellow third-graders’ day.

But not mine.

For me, reading meant racing the others to see
Who would be,
The Pages Read (red) champion, never me.

A slow reader I was, kind of killed the reading buzz
Because
I thought I was inferior
Because my reading log numbers weren’t superior.

Little did I know,
It was interest, not skill
That delayed my completion
of getting that log to fill.
Not my lack of speed,
That kept me from wanting to read.

Though books were a plenty,
None starred little brown girls
With ebony, kinky curls,
barrettes and bows,
and a fear of ashy elbows.

No heroines for me
To see me on the page,
So my natural response
Was to stay off the reading stage.

Until,
Until many years later with professors
and friends
and roommates
and sorors
awakened my being to all the
Little Ruby Bridges,
The Maya Angelou’s.

Langston’s telling verses made Harlem come alive and
Zora Neal Hurston made my eyes want to watch God.
While Baldwin gave me something to go tell on the mountain,
Ntozake Shange told me the rainbow was enough so considering anything else would not do.

“The readenest child you ever did see,”
Became the readenest, writingest, teachingest truly grown woman, you ever did see.
‘Cause finally, I could see me.


*Inspired by Lou Heck’s Demonstration, Mining of Nuggets. This quote was captured and posted by another student, made ready for the taking!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Cheers to New Beginnings: Back to School

The “just right” outfit picked out; comfortable, cute and “appropriate” for professional company. Backpack ready with new pens and a clean journal.Lunch and snack packed in the sack that’s become comforting. Jif PB & Welch’s J, just like third grade. The only difference is that I, not my mother, packed it, in the home I own, leaving my own children behind as I walk out the door for my first day of school. Feeling the need to “rep” the real me in tandem with the me I want to be.
Backpack on, head up, comfy shoes, steady gait, walking tracker set (recording the mileage and calories for posterity). Five weeks of one-mile-each-way-walks in the hope of becoming a better me: a better teacher, better writer, better human.
Nostalgia’s gentle breeze takes me back over 20 years when I last walked to school, analyzing blowing leaves, locating that sound in the bushes and noting property markers with each step. Sunlight growing as shade fades, even at 8 am. In it all, excitement and nerves grow conjoined. Climbing the University stairs, felt like coming home. I am supposed to be in proverbial ivory towers pondering difficult questions and pushing myself intellectually.
When reluctantly responding to the inevitable, “What are your summer plans,” question and my “Going back to school,” response left many speechless and baffled, I felt no need to justify myself. No, I need no more letters behind my name. No, I won’t get a raise or promotion. With all due respect, what type of teacher would I be if I ceased to be a learner? How can I deny my spirit the cleansing push it’s longing for? How can I close the door on what might be beyond the University doors?
No amount of sand between my toes, poolside naps or daytime TV can feed my soul the way writing and learning can. (Plus, I can do all of that after school. So to new beginnings, I say, Count Me In!

What new beginning is waiting for you?


Thursday, September 11, 2014

From Teacher to Parents...These Are OUR Kids

These Kids, Your kids, Our kids

These kids want to be grown up, 
Do-it-yourself, but don't realize how much they need you know-it-alls,
While really needing to be 
Guided, nurtured and heard.

These kids will grow to be their best 
With the right combination of “supportilizer” that 
Each of us has patented our own brand of.
Your kids will fight, argue, swear they’re “done,” and have “done” their best,
Will become door slamming, 
Lawyer worthy case pleaders 
Who cry in your lap one minute 
And swear they are grown-up enough to handle everything the next. 

Your kids need to know you’re still there,
Through the mistakes, 
The tears, 
The successes, 
The failures, 
The dreaded questions
And answers they sometimes do not want to hear. 

Our kids will forget we were once in their shoes, 
Forget we have survived many bumps and scrapes they have yet to experience, 
And forget we truly want what’s best for them. 

In all of that, 
Our kids will know, 
That under our protective partnership of loving understanding, 
And letting them make and learn from their mistakes kind of care, 
We are united, 
We have the best intentions and 
We will do whatever it takes to 
Push, 
Pull, 
Drag and 
Glide them to the next level. 

We are we. 
We are united. 
Because they are all 
Our kids.