Saturday, April 18, 2015

Public Speaking

When faced with a droll public speaker, what do you do?

At a recent conference I attended, I was about ready to spaz out. When you're counting down the minutes, foot twitching like crazy, and all out of snacks -  the world seems like somebody used Hermione's watch.

Two speakers were great,  kept your attention the entire lecture. However, two less than riveting speakers in a row, it's time for lunch!

So what do you do? Walk out and miss out on cme credit? Nope. Read all the materials in the conference packet? Read it the first hour. Run to the bathroom?  Maybe...stuck in the middle of a row. Make comments to my crew? Whispering only gets you so far. Guess I'm stuck for the duration.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Opt Out

     This week school districts have administered state ELA exams for grades 3-8. Test mods have been accounted for, rooms have been stripped of cheating materials, and proctoring assignments have been given. I’ve followed the guidelines provided in the handy yellow booklet from the state – reading and rereading the list of banned electronics to anxious students. Some of them complain about New York State while others just want to be done already. Many of their peers have opted out of taking the ELA tests and sit in a room competing homework or napping.

     One of my colleagues emailed out an inspirational poem yesterday. She related that one of her student broke down during the exam. It kills her to see students get so frustrated with high stakes standardized testing. She needed a reminder why we’re in education. Not because of exams or APPR scores – but for the kids. Each one is unique and not always comparable by the same measure.
So here I am, one exam down, more to go next week. More students are grumbling about having to take three more days of testing and the opt out crew is growing. If all goes according to students’ plans, my little test mod group will get even smaller.


     Overall, I wonder if this form of protest will be effective. In fact, how many students actually know why they’re opting out (refusing)? To many of them, it’s just a way to get out of an exam, to take a nap. With this kind of attitude, will the right people be convinced that the new wave of educational reform  is unfounded?  To be clear, I am not against this protest. It’s my hope that state lawmakers listen and think about what kind of “reform” that is being put into place. After all, education has become a highly political mess. I doubt that all of this is what Horace Mann had in mind during the first half of the 1800s.

"If we do not prepare children to become good citizens; -if we do not develop their capacities, if we do not enrich their minds with knowledge, imbue their hearts with love of truth and duty...then our republic must go down to destruction, as others have gone before it; and mankind must weep through another vast cycle of sin and suffering before the dawn of a better era can arise upon the world"  Life and Works of Horace Mann, Volume 3, By Horace Mann, Felix Pécant

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Ramblings

The 2015-2016 school year will mark my sixth year of teaching. I’ve taught at larger schools, small schools, rural, and city. While gaining my MSED, I was completing long term sub assignments and regular subbing during the day while taking classes at night. In addition, during my first five years of teaching, I took, completed, and passed an EMT class. I volunteered (and still do) with a local EMS agency that is in the same town where I currently teach.
It’s been a joy to come back to teach at the school that taught me so much. While some of it was not enjoyable, there are many moments of my educational career here that inspired me to become a teacher. I had some pretty awesome educators who made me want to learn more and dig more into what we were learning about. The Librarian introduced me to “Outlander” and the wonderful world of baking. The physics teacher hooked me on the idea that there was more to the world than what was on paper, and my Social Studies teachers brought the past into the present. They taught me the value of looking at the big picture, how the past influences the future, and how to take joy from the little things. Without them, I would probably have a clerical job, tucked away in some corner of an office. Stuck in a cubicle and bored out of my mind.
Much to my chagrin, I did not start out looking to go to college to become a teacher. My mother pushed me to look into education programs. “You’ve never heard of a 20-something year old historian. Your father has a good job as a teacher. You should look into that”. So I started looking into teaching degrees at different colleges. Soon, three college applications were sent out and I patiently waited to hear if I had been accepted.
As it turns out, I was accepted to all three of the colleges I applied to. In the end, I chose to go to a private college. Well known for its internship program, syncro team, and smaller class sizes. Once there, it was only a couple of classes more to also get Special Education certification. Our advisors told us that it would make us more “salable”. I had room in my schedule and decided that I’d give it a go.
It wasn’t until I had started my student teaching placement for Special Education that I fell in love with that realm of the educational world. I loved teaching Social Studies, but I never knew that I would like teaching Special Education as well. Along the way, I met some amazing women who really showed me the value of education for ALL students and the care that goes beyond the teaching requirements. Most of all, these women taught me that there is greater service in serving those who don’t even realize what you are doing for them. They may never know just how amazing they are.
After graduating from undergraduate school, I was very fortunate to gain employment in a school district just an hour from my home base. It was a rocky year and I certainly learned a lot that had not been in my classes. There should have been a workshop  “How to Understand School Politics and Administration”. At the end of that year, I was laid off due to budget cuts. It was tough, but I figured that I was young and this wouldn’t be the end of the world.
I was engaged as a home tutor for a short period of time before I got a job as a long term sub at a city school district. I co-taught with an amazing teacher. It blew my other co-teaching experiences out of the water. I worked with an educator who loved his craft and knew his subject backwards and forwards. Couple this with a good sense of humor and a relaxed but firm teaching style meant students were engaged and active participants. We collaborated and planned while leaving each person with independence. It was the best teaching placement I’ve had so far. At the end, I was sad to leave this assignment as the year drew to a close. 

At the same time that I was a long term sub, I started taking courses to gain my Masters. I was an MSED student in the land of MAT students. It was very rare that I came across another MSED student. Almost all of the students that I was taking classes with had never been in a classroom except as students or for short observation periods. It was very difficult to compare my experiences with the expectations that these other "teachers" had. However, I persevered through my coursework and graduated in December of 2013. I was finally done with my formal education.

Toward the end of my masters classes, I also started working full time at my alma matter. I taught 15:1 Social Studies classes, co-taught in an English classroom, and had a couple Resource Rooms.  It was a good year. I loved the students I worked with. Well, most of them. You always get a couple that somehow get under your skin. But my students worked well and by the end of the year I was reluctant to let them go. Once again, I had been laid off. Only this time, there were not enough students to keep my position. I always encouraged my kids to work so hard that they put me out of a job!

During the summer I interviewed all over the place and was lucky to get another job. Then, at the very tail end of the summer, a stroke of providence led a teacher at my alma mater to take a job elsewhere and I was able to come back. This time I was not in the High School, I was going to teach in the Middle School. Talk about an animal with different stripes! Not only were the students different (mentally and physically), but the staff as well.  It's been interesting trying to find my place in this new world. Not to mention a new CSE chair that I've been trying to figure out. Add to that new regulations and standards from the state and it makes for a very busy year.

There are always new mandates that schools have to comply with. Some are valid and have a place in making schools a better place. However, Governor Cuomo has made school administration and unions livid with his “reforms”. While the new Common Core Standards have good intentions (boosting literacy skills, etc), the Data Driven Instruction that ties in with Teacher  Evaluation is absolutely bonkers. For example, last year I taught some wonderful students. They were the hardest workers that you've ever seen in your life. These kiddos received special education services and test taking was not a strong suit for them. In fact, getting a passing grade on any exam was a rarity and great reason to celebrate (even more so when it was regents and it meant they could graduate!). Anyone would love to have these students, however, under Cuomo these students’ scores will determine that I was a bad teacher (at least for a portion my overall APPR scores).  These students who made 20 point jumps in their scores and had model work ethics turn into numbers that tell the state that my teaching for that class was ineffective? I beg to differ. These students are amazing young adults. Why twist it into something negative? I wonder if we could bring this new APPR system to court as “cruel and unusual punishment”?

So far, there has been no word of staff cuts. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I will be able to stay and teach next year. I’ve been laid off from teaching twice because of student numbers and budget cuts. If it has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t start planning for the future in education. Or, at least, you have to live with the optimism that it will all work out if you try hard. If you get laid off because of cuts, there will be another job to apply for and obtain. I’m not living in a fantasy world, but reality tinted with hope. Someday, the education world will get better. It might be rough right now, but I’ll try hard to make it through. Keep hold of the little things that give you pleasure, they’ll help to get you through the day, week, or year.

One of my current students likes to point out that I'm still technically in school. Perhaps I've never really left the classroom, just picked a different role. I'm now the one giving knowledge and inspiring others. At least, I hope that I've given my students belief in the possibilities of the future and skills to be responsible, informed citizens.


Friday, March 13, 2015

When Teachers Are Code-breakers

Nobody told us that we had to minor in cryptography when becoming teachers. Today's writing assignment required an interpreter. Once you get the hang of it, there's some humor to be found! 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Jellybean Probability

Math for 7th graders isn't always easy. The new common core math is more wordy and lengthy than in the past. To help my kiddos out in Resource Room, I nabbed some jellybeans and into the world of probability we went! Word problems became tactile & at the end of the lesson a reward of colorful sugar bombs. In addition,  for more practice randomized what jellybeans each student got. No cheating! However, I may regret letting them load up on candy by the end of the day!

Monday, March 9, 2015

Mondays Sometimes Are Great

In the world of middle school & cranky Mondays, sometimes my students are just awesome.
I have an obsession with finding the perfect writing utensil. My favorite pens of all time are Varsity Disposable Fountain pens. They write like a dream. My favorite pencil, however,  I have not seen since I student taught.  Believe me,  I tried to order them for next year out of the school bid book but they weren't there.  The Ticonderoga tri-write,  a yellow number 2 pencil that just fits perfectly for any task.  Enter my student and another from my anti-bullying group..."we found your favorite pencil" The two of them had rushed in before lunch to give it to me. With much enthusiasm they explained that they had found it in the hallway and because it was my favorite they brought it to me. My Monday has been made!
Also, my Resource Room kiddo left a message...

Monday, February 16, 2015

Cemetery Gossip

Most people find the volunteering in a cemetery business off putting. Perhaps its the whole "dead people in the ground" bit that makes people nervous. But what you have to realize is that those stones not only mark where a person's final location is, but a treasure trove of genealogical information. It shows who they were, sometimes that they did, and who they were related to. In addition, it shows how they were remembered and treasured by their loved ones.

It's a shame how many of the small cemeteries around rural NY are often neglected and disappear into nature. Often it will take a group of volunteers to clear out areas to find where stones are, identify who was buried there, and get information out to people.

Having spent several dozen hours mowing and trimming around gravestones, there's a lot of work to be done to preserve the memory of loved ones.

Interestingly enough, sometimes a cemetery plot was the only land a family owned. They'd go on a day off and have a picnic in said plot.