I just realized that I haven't yet written my daily blog...Nothing much happened today. It was just a normal Monday with no big moments. All the usual blog suspects were low key and didn't do anything memorable.
One thing I did find out today is that many of my kids are writing stories about Queen L. Hmmm, I wonder who that could be??? They were cute and funny stories that I will share when they are complete. Here's a preview...
"It was a nice day in the kingdom. Queen L was sitting in her royal chair with her beautiful, silky brown hair and a dress you could die for. She ordered her servant to get her water. Her servant did as she was told."
This story sounds great so far!!!
Monday, January 12, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Mystery Present
Rattle! Rattle! I heard from the box as I shook it. I was determined to figure out what could be inside the wrapped box. It was not very heavy or big, but did make a lot of noise. I listened to the rattling every chance I could, hoping to figure out what could possibly be inside. "I don't remember asking for anything that matched this description," I uttered to my mom. "I know," she replied with no exaggeration. "Come on Momma, give me a hint!" "No," she responded and walked out of the room.
Christmas Day finally arrived. I was more than excited to open my presents, especially that mystery box. It felt like slow motion as my sister handed me each of my presents. "Is she ever going to pass me that noisy box?" I wondered. "Here you go, Katie," she said as she handed over the box I had been so curious about and known I didn't ask for. I shook it one last time before quickly ripping the ribbon and wrapping paper from the box. "Oh, thanks Mom," I said as I discovered the answer to my mystery. What I saw in the box was a bunch of sticks.
"Fire starts for your fire place. I thought you might need them so it won't be so difficult to start your fires. I just saw them at the store and though of you," my mom explained. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this gift, but I was relieved to finally know what rattled inside that box.
Christmas Day finally arrived. I was more than excited to open my presents, especially that mystery box. It felt like slow motion as my sister handed me each of my presents. "Is she ever going to pass me that noisy box?" I wondered. "Here you go, Katie," she said as she handed over the box I had been so curious about and known I didn't ask for. I shook it one last time before quickly ripping the ribbon and wrapping paper from the box. "Oh, thanks Mom," I said as I discovered the answer to my mystery. What I saw in the box was a bunch of sticks.
"Fire starts for your fire place. I thought you might need them so it won't be so difficult to start your fires. I just saw them at the store and though of you," my mom explained. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about this gift, but I was relieved to finally know what rattled inside that box.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I feel blessed!
PREFACE
Last year I was the teacher who got EVERY new kid. It seemed like I got a new kid every 2 weeks. I wouldn't have such disdain for parents who move their kids in the middle of the year if it weren't for each 'shining' example that stepped into my classroom. 100% of the kids that arrived late last year were either major behavior problems, very low in academics, or both. I learned how to adjust for the new kids and knew that some of them needed me as their stability because there was none at home. Last year taught me more lessons than I ever learned in college. Needless to say, I was traumatized at the thought of new students.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Today I had a new student enroll. I was told about her yesterday and was prepared for her arrival, with folders, spirals, and parent information ready on her desk. I was hopeful for her arrival since I was told that she was all smiles when she registered the day before.
She came in very shy. She shook my hand but didn't make eye contact. (not unusual) Her mother did make eye contact and introduced herself. She was very friendly and polite. (unusual) I got her settled in and had another student tell her what we were doing and how we start our days. She was very polite and asked if she had any questions. As the day went on, I fell in love with her. You know, the kind when a teacher adores her students because they have great personalities, want to learn, and they smile when you talk to them. She was so polite and responsible. She was happy to be in our class and fit in perfectly. By lunch time, she didn't look or act like the new kid any longer. (I mean the way that new kids settle in and then start making bad choices.) She followed directions better than some of my students who have been listening to my expectations since day one. She was ready to learn at every moment, was contributing to the lessons and helping her classmates. I was impressed!
Near the end of the day, she remembered I had given her a homework folder with lots of information for her and her parents. She came to me to clarify what needed to be signed, returned, and when. This was very responsible of her. I don't know how many of my other students would have taken the initiative to ask me everything she thought she needed to know.
She impressed me so much today that I am very strongly considering making her the same Christmas present I made for everyone else for Christmas. She saw the other kids' personalized clipboards and was sad that she missed receiving one. I'll work on hers now and give it to her on her birthday in two weeks, because she definitely won me over.
She left the classroom smiling and I left thanking my lucky stars that I got such a great new student.
Teacher to the Rescue
Before we left the classroom for lunch today, I reminded some kiddos that they had work to do before recess and they should probably take it to lunch. Instead of carrying themselves, they put their work (loose-leaf paper) in our lunch basket that we take to the cafeteria.
We were walking to lunch just fine when a strong gust of wind came. It blew all of the papers out of the lunch basket. We all stood there watching the papers fly away, as if it weren't really happening. A kid wanted to run and get them, but they were now flying through the driveway. I told him not to, that I would go get them. Then another strong gust of wind came and blew them even further away. At this point I was beginning to tell the kids that they will just have to get paper after lunch and work on it during recess. As I was saying this, I felt bad. I didn't want these kids to sit out at recess for something they were willing to spend their lunch doing. While I am debating whether or not I want to go get the papers, they are now blown into the street and begin flying down the street. I quickly hand my kids my clipboard, lunch bag, and water bottle. The kids start cheering, "Go Ms. L! Go Ms. L!"
I take off down the sidewalk and then look both ways before crossing the driveway. I then again look both ways 4 times before I go into the street in search of the papers that I can no longer see. I yell to the kids asking for directions of where to look. "Under the car!" And what do I see, but one of the paper caught up under the car. I get on the ground to get it out and hear a loud cheer, "YAYYYYYYY!!!!!" and clapping.
"Okay, where is the other one?" "Over there!!!!" And I run over to the second flying paper. The kids cheered with excitement and gratefulness that they didn't have to start their work over. It was quite funny and I did get some cool teacher points for chasing down the papers they should have been carrying in their own hands!
This is also a great way to impress a new student...see next blog.
We were walking to lunch just fine when a strong gust of wind came. It blew all of the papers out of the lunch basket. We all stood there watching the papers fly away, as if it weren't really happening. A kid wanted to run and get them, but they were now flying through the driveway. I told him not to, that I would go get them. Then another strong gust of wind came and blew them even further away. At this point I was beginning to tell the kids that they will just have to get paper after lunch and work on it during recess. As I was saying this, I felt bad. I didn't want these kids to sit out at recess for something they were willing to spend their lunch doing. While I am debating whether or not I want to go get the papers, they are now blown into the street and begin flying down the street. I quickly hand my kids my clipboard, lunch bag, and water bottle. The kids start cheering, "Go Ms. L! Go Ms. L!"
I take off down the sidewalk and then look both ways before crossing the driveway. I then again look both ways 4 times before I go into the street in search of the papers that I can no longer see. I yell to the kids asking for directions of where to look. "Under the car!" And what do I see, but one of the paper caught up under the car. I get on the ground to get it out and hear a loud cheer, "YAYYYYYYY!!!!!" and clapping.
"Okay, where is the other one?" "Over there!!!!" And I run over to the second flying paper. The kids cheered with excitement and gratefulness that they didn't have to start their work over. It was quite funny and I did get some cool teacher points for chasing down the papers they should have been carrying in their own hands!
This is also a great way to impress a new student...see next blog.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Are we really expected to do everything?
I don't know if I've written a blog on this topic before, but I was having a discussion about test scores with 2 other teachers today and it led to how much responsibility we really have.
As teachers, we are expected to do a lot: teach academics, be mothers, be the all-great problem solvers, teach social skills, and develop background information that our kids just don't know and should about life.
One example I have from my own teaching experience is when we were reading a context clues passage. As a class, we were trying to determine the meaning of a word and in order to answer, the students should have known some common etiquette. They needed to know that when you leave some one's house after they had you over for dinner, regardless of how terrible the food might have been, you don't tell the host. They had no idea what to say. They didn't know they should be polite even though they didn't enjoy it. We had to rehearse what it might sound like thanking the host for a bad dinner. "Thanks for having me over and cooking dinner."
How are my kiddos supposed to use their context clues to understand words when they don't even know what the context clues are telling them? I am seeing this a lot in their Book Clubs as well. They are very fluent readers, but don't understand what the book is saying because the ideas are foreign to them. They don't know what it's like to fly on a plane or play in the snow. Their life experiences are more limited than other children their age because of their socioeconomic statuses, and that is very difficult to teach. I can talk about my experiences and tell them what it is like all year long, but it doesn't mean the same thing unless they've done it themselves.
Now, don't get me wrong...I try time and time again to explain what certain things feel like. They are curious! I tell them about what it felt like to stand at the top of a mountain and not be able to see anything around me because I was inside the clouds. I tell them what it is like to live in a country that doesn't even have running water and how I couldn't shower all summer. One thing I feel I can do is teach them social cues. I can teach them how they should respond to people when they say particular things or use particular tones. I can teach them how to be a friend and what it really means. And I can be a role model. I can show them what being an adult means and the responsibility it comes with. I can show them how an adult should behave.
And along with all of this, I have to teach them that the moon affects tides and a bunch of other nonsense that you can use the Internet to look up when you're older, if it even matters that you know it then.
Why did I become a teacher??? Oh, I remember every day when I go pick my kids up from the gym and they are so excited to see me. I remember when they write messages on the chalkboard when I'm absent for a day. I remember when they come to my desk just to give me a hug. I remember when even if I've made them cry the day before, they hug me the next day on their way in the door. I remember when they write in their journals about how they want to become a 4th grade teacher just like me. I never forget the reasons I became a teacher.
As teachers, we are expected to do a lot: teach academics, be mothers, be the all-great problem solvers, teach social skills, and develop background information that our kids just don't know and should about life.
One example I have from my own teaching experience is when we were reading a context clues passage. As a class, we were trying to determine the meaning of a word and in order to answer, the students should have known some common etiquette. They needed to know that when you leave some one's house after they had you over for dinner, regardless of how terrible the food might have been, you don't tell the host. They had no idea what to say. They didn't know they should be polite even though they didn't enjoy it. We had to rehearse what it might sound like thanking the host for a bad dinner. "Thanks for having me over and cooking dinner."
How are my kiddos supposed to use their context clues to understand words when they don't even know what the context clues are telling them? I am seeing this a lot in their Book Clubs as well. They are very fluent readers, but don't understand what the book is saying because the ideas are foreign to them. They don't know what it's like to fly on a plane or play in the snow. Their life experiences are more limited than other children their age because of their socioeconomic statuses, and that is very difficult to teach. I can talk about my experiences and tell them what it is like all year long, but it doesn't mean the same thing unless they've done it themselves.
Now, don't get me wrong...I try time and time again to explain what certain things feel like. They are curious! I tell them about what it felt like to stand at the top of a mountain and not be able to see anything around me because I was inside the clouds. I tell them what it is like to live in a country that doesn't even have running water and how I couldn't shower all summer. One thing I feel I can do is teach them social cues. I can teach them how they should respond to people when they say particular things or use particular tones. I can teach them how to be a friend and what it really means. And I can be a role model. I can show them what being an adult means and the responsibility it comes with. I can show them how an adult should behave.
And along with all of this, I have to teach them that the moon affects tides and a bunch of other nonsense that you can use the Internet to look up when you're older, if it even matters that you know it then.
Why did I become a teacher??? Oh, I remember every day when I go pick my kids up from the gym and they are so excited to see me. I remember when they write messages on the chalkboard when I'm absent for a day. I remember when they come to my desk just to give me a hug. I remember when even if I've made them cry the day before, they hug me the next day on their way in the door. I remember when they write in their journals about how they want to become a 4th grade teacher just like me. I never forget the reasons I became a teacher.
Monday, January 5, 2009
It had to come to an end...too soon!
Today was the first day back from Christmas Break. I have always and will always believe that we should not start back with kids on a Monday from our long breaks (summer and Christmas). There are school around mine that only had staff development today...that would have been nice.
But, we didn't. The kids came with smiles on, happy to be back, and I was happy to see them again as well. I wasn't ready to jump right back into our normal schedule quite yet, so I planned something else. I knew each child would be very eager to tell me about something that happened over their break. Instead of sitting and listening to each child's story, they would write about it. This wasn't just a journal entry, their assignment was to brainstorm ideas, do a picture plan, a rough draft and finally publish their story.
As they were working on their stories, I was working on one of my own that the kids chose for me to write based on titles. Mine was "My Mystery Present". They chose that over "The Surprise Present" and "Golfing". I think they chose the best. They thought the present was going to be something amazing. (I'll try to my story tomorrow.) They asked for clues throughout the day, and knowing they would never guess the present, I gave the clues they asked for. It starts with a F and ends with an S. Some guesses were, "fine watches" (after they saw my new watch), "fire hoses", "fierce snakes", and some other very ridiculous things that didn't start with f or end with s.
Overall, I was very pleased with today's behavior and work ethic. Not everyone finished their writing pieces, but everyone worked very hard. I was able to conference with every kiddo and see where they thought they were struggling and also see where they were really struggling. This was also a good checkpoint to see their writing stamina that will be tested in less than 2 months. It's nice to know that writing is coming along okay, especially after receiving our Science Benchmark scores today and seeing how poorly we did. Did I say poorly, I meant terribly, atrocious, embarrassing! But, that's a whole other blog!
But, we didn't. The kids came with smiles on, happy to be back, and I was happy to see them again as well. I wasn't ready to jump right back into our normal schedule quite yet, so I planned something else. I knew each child would be very eager to tell me about something that happened over their break. Instead of sitting and listening to each child's story, they would write about it. This wasn't just a journal entry, their assignment was to brainstorm ideas, do a picture plan, a rough draft and finally publish their story.
As they were working on their stories, I was working on one of my own that the kids chose for me to write based on titles. Mine was "My Mystery Present". They chose that over "The Surprise Present" and "Golfing". I think they chose the best. They thought the present was going to be something amazing. (I'll try to my story tomorrow.) They asked for clues throughout the day, and knowing they would never guess the present, I gave the clues they asked for. It starts with a F and ends with an S. Some guesses were, "fine watches" (after they saw my new watch), "fire hoses", "fierce snakes", and some other very ridiculous things that didn't start with f or end with s.
Overall, I was very pleased with today's behavior and work ethic. Not everyone finished their writing pieces, but everyone worked very hard. I was able to conference with every kiddo and see where they thought they were struggling and also see where they were really struggling. This was also a good checkpoint to see their writing stamina that will be tested in less than 2 months. It's nice to know that writing is coming along okay, especially after receiving our Science Benchmark scores today and seeing how poorly we did. Did I say poorly, I meant terribly, atrocious, embarrassing! But, that's a whole other blog!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I've got this down!
I can safely say that in my first full year of teaching, I've got the holiday parties under control. I even had them under control in my first two weeks of teaching, which was when I had to throw my first party. Unlike most teachers, I didn't ask students to bring anything. My kiddos asked me to bake an igloo cake (see previous blog) and I had already planned on ordering pizza. That was the extent of our treats. They ate pizza and then cake. They didn't beg for more, they ate everything that was on their plates (except the crust), and even parents enjoyed the pizza.
After eating, we had a book exchange. I read a Night Before Christmas story that told the kids when to pass their wrapped book to the right and left. They listened very well and most kids were pleased with their new book, which wasn't really new at all. It was just a book that someone else had read enough time that they wanted to share it with someone else. There were a few mismatched people to books, but they all fixed it themselves and there was no arguing or crying. In fact, most people were super excited at their new read.
The book exchange was the last part of our party and then the kids cleaned up their spaces and went out to play. Because I only had pizza and cake at the party, they only cleanup I had was putting the pizza boxes in the trash bag. This is where my professional party planning comes in. I saw other kids taking up full plates of food they had brought for their parties. They had so many cupcakes and cookies and cakes that they couldn't even touch some of their food. They didn't need all that stuff and they all seemed very happy with what they did have. No need being wasteful.
Next up...Valentine's Party with easy breezy sundaes.
After eating, we had a book exchange. I read a Night Before Christmas story that told the kids when to pass their wrapped book to the right and left. They listened very well and most kids were pleased with their new book, which wasn't really new at all. It was just a book that someone else had read enough time that they wanted to share it with someone else. There were a few mismatched people to books, but they all fixed it themselves and there was no arguing or crying. In fact, most people were super excited at their new read.
The book exchange was the last part of our party and then the kids cleaned up their spaces and went out to play. Because I only had pizza and cake at the party, they only cleanup I had was putting the pizza boxes in the trash bag. This is where my professional party planning comes in. I saw other kids taking up full plates of food they had brought for their parties. They had so many cupcakes and cookies and cakes that they couldn't even touch some of their food. They didn't need all that stuff and they all seemed very happy with what they did have. No need being wasteful.
Next up...Valentine's Party with easy breezy sundaes.
It's the thought that counts!
Yesterday was the last day before Christmas break and of course that meant I received gifts from my students. I'll give a rundown of what I received...hopefully at least one items strikes you as strange, just as it did me.
- gift card to Starbucks
- gift card to Target
- gift card to Chili's
- bath items from Crabtree and Evelyn (in a lime green carrying case)
- bath gel from Bath and Body Works
- note cards (same parent I got note cards from last year)
- Ghirardelli chocolate
- sausage and crackers with mustard set
- bath gel and scrubber from Kohl's
- lotion, hand mirror and chapstick from Ulta
YES, I know you all picked out the sausage. I know it is the thought that counts, but really sausage???? And what made it even worse was that when I pulled it out the bag, a plume of smoke came too. It made me nauseous. I carried it in my hand and then my hand wreaked of smoke as well. The good news is that I did make use of this sausage. Everyday on my way home, I see many homeless people begging for food and/or money. I drove up and waved the lady over. I handed it to her and she said, "Really? Oh my goodness, thank you!!" This made it worth it. I'm glad the sausage helped someone. I was thankful for every gift I received, but I'm thankful I didn't get sausage from every student.
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This week I also received a few letters from some of my kids last year. I think it was an assignment to write a letter to "your favorite teacher". Please remember that I was their teacher for half a year. I received 3 letters. One was very unexpected. It was from a child who I had to constantly get on to. He even sat by my desk so that I could keep a very close eye on him. Apparently, he viewed this as a privilege and liked that I let him help me while he was sitting there. If he viewed this as positive, rather than me nagging him to make good choices, I guess that is a good thing. I also received letters from two other students. Each one of them made me smile. I'm glad that I did something for them that they remember...that's why I do this...and for the gift cards at Christmas time. hahaha
- gift card to Starbucks
- gift card to Target
- gift card to Chili's
- bath items from Crabtree and Evelyn (in a lime green carrying case)
- bath gel from Bath and Body Works
- note cards (same parent I got note cards from last year)
- Ghirardelli chocolate
- sausage and crackers with mustard set
- bath gel and scrubber from Kohl's
- lotion, hand mirror and chapstick from Ulta
YES, I know you all picked out the sausage. I know it is the thought that counts, but really sausage???? And what made it even worse was that when I pulled it out the bag, a plume of smoke came too. It made me nauseous. I carried it in my hand and then my hand wreaked of smoke as well. The good news is that I did make use of this sausage. Everyday on my way home, I see many homeless people begging for food and/or money. I drove up and waved the lady over. I handed it to her and she said, "Really? Oh my goodness, thank you!!" This made it worth it. I'm glad the sausage helped someone. I was thankful for every gift I received, but I'm thankful I didn't get sausage from every student.
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This week I also received a few letters from some of my kids last year. I think it was an assignment to write a letter to "your favorite teacher". Please remember that I was their teacher for half a year. I received 3 letters. One was very unexpected. It was from a child who I had to constantly get on to. He even sat by my desk so that I could keep a very close eye on him. Apparently, he viewed this as a privilege and liked that I let him help me while he was sitting there. If he viewed this as positive, rather than me nagging him to make good choices, I guess that is a good thing. I also received letters from two other students. Each one of them made me smile. I'm glad that I did something for them that they remember...that's why I do this...and for the gift cards at Christmas time. hahaha
Thursday, December 18, 2008
What I do for my kiddos...
Preparing for the holidays should be easy enough...you don't teach much and you have room parents take care of the party. WRONG!
In my case, I don't have room parents to plan the party and my kids want me to do extra things for them. And because I love them and they are so sweet...I'm doing as much as I can. On top of taking care of the classroom when I'm in it, my kiddos requested that I make an igloo cake. I can say it is now successfully cooked and decorated (only after 1 failed attempt in the oven).
I also spent a good amount of time making each child their Christmas gift from me. They will soon be the owners of their very own, personalized clipboard. They are super cute and I know they will love them. They already love using the clipboards I have in my room, now they will be able to use their own. I would post a picture of that, but all the kids' names are on them. You'll just have to take my word for it!!!
Tomorrow is our holiday party and it should be a blast. The kids are ready for the break, as am I!
In my case, I don't have room parents to plan the party and my kids want me to do extra things for them. And because I love them and they are so sweet...I'm doing as much as I can. On top of taking care of the classroom when I'm in it, my kiddos requested that I make an igloo cake. I can say it is now successfully cooked and decorated (only after 1 failed attempt in the oven).
I also spent a good amount of time making each child their Christmas gift from me. They will soon be the owners of their very own, personalized clipboard. They are super cute and I know they will love them. They already love using the clipboards I have in my room, now they will be able to use their own. I would post a picture of that, but all the kids' names are on them. You'll just have to take my word for it!!!Tomorrow is our holiday party and it should be a blast. The kids are ready for the break, as am I!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Ego Trippin'
This is one of those blogs that has been saved for a slow day.
At school, we have a program called Watch D.O.G.S. It is for fathers, grandfathers, uncles, stepfathers, and other positive role models in our students' lives. They come to school for a day to be seen around the school as a positive male role model (cause there aren't many around a school with 99% female teachers). They have a schedule that allows them to be seen many times by the students throughout the day all over the school. We've had many dads, etc. that have volunteered multiple days.
Last year we had a dad who volunteered once a week (or so it seemed). Each time he was on morning broadcast introducing himself, he felt the need to go on and on about his life story and what has brought him here. The kids in my class even got to the point of making comments about him and his ego. I found it funny that they picked up on the same thing I detected on volunteer day one. Well, we would see him many times and when the year was up, we were hopeful that he was finished.
Not quite! We were in need of a cafeteria monitor this year and guess who applied. Now might be a good time to mention his credentials...Army veteran who served all over the world and was in charge of some other people--high up in the chain of command, and blah, and blah, and blah. I stopped listening after he told us how many places he's ever visited and how he is retired at age 35 or something like that plus some more blah, blah, and blah. Seriously? His life ambition was to be in the army and then a cafeteria monitor?? Something smells fishy to me!
With all this ego and being in charge experience, he is now in charge of the cafeteria. Well, he thinks so anyway. He walks around with his badge, walkie talkie, and whistle kind of like a security guard does at the mall. Too bad he doesn't have a golf cart with a flashing light on top. If our cafeteria was big enough, he might request one. He gives teachers reports about their students like they were his servants in the army. I ignore because I don't like how he talks to us and doesn't understand the kids. With that being said, I do tell my kids that if something happens in the cafeteria, there is no negotiating and you have a few minutes out of recess. There are too many kids in the cafeteria for ANY playing around. But, when this man tells me something they've done, I often check for accuracy and to see if any exaggeration exists in his story.
A little reminder...once you've done all kinds of "extravagant" things in your life, don't come home to be a cafeteria monitor, but continue to dwell on your past life like it was so much better. You are the owner of your choices...make ones you're proud of!
At school, we have a program called Watch D.O.G.S. It is for fathers, grandfathers, uncles, stepfathers, and other positive role models in our students' lives. They come to school for a day to be seen around the school as a positive male role model (cause there aren't many around a school with 99% female teachers). They have a schedule that allows them to be seen many times by the students throughout the day all over the school. We've had many dads, etc. that have volunteered multiple days.
Last year we had a dad who volunteered once a week (or so it seemed). Each time he was on morning broadcast introducing himself, he felt the need to go on and on about his life story and what has brought him here. The kids in my class even got to the point of making comments about him and his ego. I found it funny that they picked up on the same thing I detected on volunteer day one. Well, we would see him many times and when the year was up, we were hopeful that he was finished.
Not quite! We were in need of a cafeteria monitor this year and guess who applied. Now might be a good time to mention his credentials...Army veteran who served all over the world and was in charge of some other people--high up in the chain of command, and blah, and blah, and blah. I stopped listening after he told us how many places he's ever visited and how he is retired at age 35 or something like that plus some more blah, blah, and blah. Seriously? His life ambition was to be in the army and then a cafeteria monitor?? Something smells fishy to me!
With all this ego and being in charge experience, he is now in charge of the cafeteria. Well, he thinks so anyway. He walks around with his badge, walkie talkie, and whistle kind of like a security guard does at the mall. Too bad he doesn't have a golf cart with a flashing light on top. If our cafeteria was big enough, he might request one. He gives teachers reports about their students like they were his servants in the army. I ignore because I don't like how he talks to us and doesn't understand the kids. With that being said, I do tell my kids that if something happens in the cafeteria, there is no negotiating and you have a few minutes out of recess. There are too many kids in the cafeteria for ANY playing around. But, when this man tells me something they've done, I often check for accuracy and to see if any exaggeration exists in his story.
A little reminder...once you've done all kinds of "extravagant" things in your life, don't come home to be a cafeteria monitor, but continue to dwell on your past life like it was so much better. You are the owner of your choices...make ones you're proud of!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Brrrr....it's cold outside!
A cold front came through today. It wasn't supposed to come through until mid-today, but it had already come through when I woke up this morning. It wouldn't be much of a concern except that my classroom is in a portable building.
I bundled up to walk my dog this morning and realized that I wasn't bundled up enough. I knew that I was definitely not bundled up enough for recess if a little walk outside was freezing. In Texas, it usually warms up by 10-11 am and then only a light jacket is needed. Today was different. Every time I left my portable, I had to put on my gloves, scarf, first jacket, and coat. The problem with this is that I cover up my lanyard that holds my room key and access card to the building. It's all a hassle to go into the building on a cold day.
Of course, recess was indoors today. My class is used to using the bathroom after recess, but I refused to go back outside when the nice warm heater was blowing inside. I sent them inside a few at a time so that I could avoid the arctic blast outside. It worked for me and only the kids who REALLY REALLY had to use the bathroom went. It wasn't worth wasting class time to go to the bathroom in the cold.
I do realize this blog doesn't meet the usual standard, but I know that I have some loyal readers who expect something every day. You're lucky I wrote anything today, considering that I'm very congested and was miserable throughout most of the day. I hope you all stay warm tonight and tomorrow!
I bundled up to walk my dog this morning and realized that I wasn't bundled up enough. I knew that I was definitely not bundled up enough for recess if a little walk outside was freezing. In Texas, it usually warms up by 10-11 am and then only a light jacket is needed. Today was different. Every time I left my portable, I had to put on my gloves, scarf, first jacket, and coat. The problem with this is that I cover up my lanyard that holds my room key and access card to the building. It's all a hassle to go into the building on a cold day.
Of course, recess was indoors today. My class is used to using the bathroom after recess, but I refused to go back outside when the nice warm heater was blowing inside. I sent them inside a few at a time so that I could avoid the arctic blast outside. It worked for me and only the kids who REALLY REALLY had to use the bathroom went. It wasn't worth wasting class time to go to the bathroom in the cold.
I do realize this blog doesn't meet the usual standard, but I know that I have some loyal readers who expect something every day. You're lucky I wrote anything today, considering that I'm very congested and was miserable throughout most of the day. I hope you all stay warm tonight and tomorrow!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
This is not an experiment!
Our yearly Science Fair is quickly approaching. And with the science fair comes the demand that each child do a science experiment. They can choose to present it in the class or the fair. The only real requirement is that they must present an experiment, not a demonstration or presentation of facts. This means no volcanoes, no model of the solar system or galaxies, or anything else that doesn't "ask a question that you don't already know."
We talked about the requirements for 30 minutes in class 2 days before the proposal was due. We talked about the difference between demonstrations and experiments. I allowed kids to ask if their idea was acceptable and even tried to help them alter it a bit if it wasn't an experiment. We spent way more time on this than planned, but I wanted to be sure that everyone understood the requirements/expectations.
When the proposals were turned in, I was hoping for greatness. I was sorely disappointed. I had very few kids who really understood what they were supposed to do. I wrote comments on most of the proposals making suggestions or probing for more information. I then handed the proposals back and told them, "Some of you have not followed the instructions to create an experiment and some of you only need to answer my questions before you're on your way. Just because you are getting your proposal back, does not mean that you have to come up with a brand new idea."
What do you know?!?! I finish passing them back to look around and see William crying.
W: "I worked so hard on this."
Me: "I understand you worked hard. I also understand that you probably spent some time on this. But, you did not create an experiment. Yours is a demonstration and we talked about the expectations yesterday."
W: "I hate this project."
Me: "I understand your frustration. I need you to think about the requirements and create a new experiment. I will not accept what has been turned in."
He continues to cry very audibly. Go figure that. None of the other kids were quite this upset. I really wish he would start listening to the directions the first time so he wouldn't get so upset when I tell him he has to start over.
We talked about the requirements for 30 minutes in class 2 days before the proposal was due. We talked about the difference between demonstrations and experiments. I allowed kids to ask if their idea was acceptable and even tried to help them alter it a bit if it wasn't an experiment. We spent way more time on this than planned, but I wanted to be sure that everyone understood the requirements/expectations.
When the proposals were turned in, I was hoping for greatness. I was sorely disappointed. I had very few kids who really understood what they were supposed to do. I wrote comments on most of the proposals making suggestions or probing for more information. I then handed the proposals back and told them, "Some of you have not followed the instructions to create an experiment and some of you only need to answer my questions before you're on your way. Just because you are getting your proposal back, does not mean that you have to come up with a brand new idea."
What do you know?!?! I finish passing them back to look around and see William crying.
W: "I worked so hard on this."
Me: "I understand you worked hard. I also understand that you probably spent some time on this. But, you did not create an experiment. Yours is a demonstration and we talked about the expectations yesterday."
W: "I hate this project."
Me: "I understand your frustration. I need you to think about the requirements and create a new experiment. I will not accept what has been turned in."
He continues to cry very audibly. Go figure that. None of the other kids were quite this upset. I really wish he would start listening to the directions the first time so he wouldn't get so upset when I tell him he has to start over.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Another marriage proposal???
We have had a Peppermint Village Holiday Gift Shop at school all week. Kids have been able to go buy presents for their family and friends and teachers if so desired. One of my students did buy me a NYC lunch kit. It's not very big, but I love it. I even carried my lunch in it today. We've also had some other gift exchanges within the classroom.
Torrie: "Ms. L, look what Colin bought be." (and she points to a pink sequin hat) "Do you think I look cute in it?"
Me: "Yes. It looks very cute. That was very nice of Colin to buy that for you."
Torrie: "I thought so too."
He really bought her a hat? I guess some one's got a crush!!!!
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Michael: "Look what I have?"
Me: "Wow! Look at that ring!"
Michael: "Victoria gave it to me."
Me: "Huh? Are y'all getting married?"
Michael: "EWWWWWWWW! That's gross! That's disgusting! Why would you say that? EWWWWW!"
Me: "Well, she gave you a ring. Especially that big ring. That usually means you are getting married."
Michael: "Those are icky, disgusting words!"
Torrie: "Ms. L, look what Colin bought be." (and she points to a pink sequin hat) "Do you think I look cute in it?"
Me: "Yes. It looks very cute. That was very nice of Colin to buy that for you."
Torrie: "I thought so too."
He really bought her a hat? I guess some one's got a crush!!!!
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Michael: "Look what I have?"
Me: "Wow! Look at that ring!"
Michael: "Victoria gave it to me."
Me: "Huh? Are y'all getting married?"
Michael: "EWWWWWWWW! That's gross! That's disgusting! Why would you say that? EWWWWW!"
Me: "Well, she gave you a ring. Especially that big ring. That usually means you are getting married."
Michael: "Those are icky, disgusting words!"
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
It was Day Two of the Rock Solid Math workshop today. While I was in my meeting, my portable mate sent me a message saying that I again didn't have a sub show up. Seriously??? You can bet this is the last time the school makes me attend something for 2 days in a row. Besides that...
I stopped by my classroom after school today just to make sure things were in order for me tomorrow. I walked in to see a chalkboard full of "Welcome Back" messages and even a card on my desk. I also had a present sitting on my desk. It was nice to see how much they missed me and care for me.
This also means that when they are bad in the future, I can say, "If you aren't appreciating what I have to say or do while I'm here, I can just have a sub come in." I have a feeling that might get there attention....hahahahaha!
I stopped by my classroom after school today just to make sure things were in order for me tomorrow. I walked in to see a chalkboard full of "Welcome Back" messages and even a card on my desk. I also had a present sitting on my desk. It was nice to see how much they missed me and care for me.
This also means that when they are bad in the future, I can say, "If you aren't appreciating what I have to say or do while I'm here, I can just have a sub come in." I have a feeling that might get there attention....hahahahaha!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
What's with the 80's music?
Today was Day One of a workshop called Rock Solid Math. It is a workshop that two 4th grade teachers from each school in the district are attending, so that we are all on the same page about our math instruction. I'll sum (that's my math pun) up today in terms of pros and cons.PROS:
- The monotony was broken with short segments of Name That Tune.
- There was one cute male teacher.
- I already do teach problem solving strategies the way that is highly encouraged.
- We didn't start until 8:30 and I was out by 3:30 (and did not return to the school to get papers or see how the sub's day was).
- I was able to spend my lunch break in IKEA.
- I was able to pass notes with a teammate from my school.
- We went on a cruise after lunch.
- I learned about a Mathematician's Chair (think "Author's Chair").
- We were given a composition notebook...good for coloring in between the black spots.
- I get to share my meeting with John Mayer to a new group of people, because at these workshops, you always have to share something unique about yourself.
CONS:
- All of the Name That Tune songs seemed to be from the 80s. (I don't know 80s music...I was only 5 years old when they were over.)
- It's hard being a student...quite tiring.
- I was stalked by a guy in IKEA.
- There was chocolate sitting on the table after lunch and I have no will power.
- The people I was in groups with had terrible hand writing...and they actually volunteered. If you know me, I should have written.
- The after lunch cruise did not help me escape the workshop...it was actually more work and learning.
- We kept reading the same thing over and over about a Mathematician's Chair and problem solving strategies.
- I found out my sub called in sick and I did not have a sub when school began this morning.
- I worried about what was happening in my classroom.
- I missed my class!
I hope you all noticed how many pros and cons were actually focused on what I was supposed to learn...I would like to reiterate that I did not want to attend this workshop to begin with, but it was not a choice.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Is this a marriage proposal?
Victor: "When are you going to be a Mrs.?"
Me: "I don't know."
V: "Soon?"
Me: "No."
V: "You need to get married soon."
Me: "I don't need to."
V: "Yes you do. You can be my Mrs."
Me: "You're a little young for me. I like my guys a little older."
Class: "A little? Don't you mean a lot?"
Me: "Yes. A lot! Like 3 times your age."
Class: (laughing)
Me: "I don't know."
V: "Soon?"
Me: "No."
V: "You need to get married soon."
Me: "I don't need to."
V: "Yes you do. You can be my Mrs."
Me: "You're a little young for me. I like my guys a little older."
Class: "A little? Don't you mean a lot?"
Me: "Yes. A lot! Like 3 times your age."
Class: (laughing)
Parenting Advice
At the ripe old age of 23 (almost 24) with no children, I often find myself in the situation of giving parenting advice. Although I do not have children of my own, I feel my parents did a good job and I babysat enough to see many different parenting styles and figure out how to deal with unruly children. Those children are now old enough to be reading this blog themselves...so I guess that does give me some right to give advice to parents. Many of these advice bits have been repeated and repeated at my parent conferences this year, but this was the most important. Please keep in mind that this conference was with a parent of a specials needs child. One who might need this more than any other kid in my room.
Today at a conference, I heard myself telling a parent what might work at home. I offered such advice as:
- Create a schedule that he has some leeway and can make his own decisions.
- Create a reward system, something he wants to earn at home using some object he can collect and keep track of his earnings.
- Create consequences for unwanted behavior and something he has to physical do himself to know he's accepting the consequence.
- Show patience and answer his questions. He needs to understand answers before he can move on.
- Don't use figurative language. He doesn't understand it and only makes him more frustrated.
- Have him play with other kids.
- Don't worry about academics, we want his social skills to develop so that he can understand feelings when he's reading about them.
I just find it funny that I was sitting in the conference with the parent, counselor, educational assistant, and speech teacher giving advice about what to do at home, when I have no children of my own. I know my dog appreciates schedules. She expects her food and potty breaks at certain times and becomes grumpy and restless if I am late. Aren't kids just like dogs?
Today at a conference, I heard myself telling a parent what might work at home. I offered such advice as:
- Create a schedule that he has some leeway and can make his own decisions.
- Create a reward system, something he wants to earn at home using some object he can collect and keep track of his earnings.
- Create consequences for unwanted behavior and something he has to physical do himself to know he's accepting the consequence.
- Show patience and answer his questions. He needs to understand answers before he can move on.
- Don't use figurative language. He doesn't understand it and only makes him more frustrated.
- Have him play with other kids.
- Don't worry about academics, we want his social skills to develop so that he can understand feelings when he's reading about them.
I just find it funny that I was sitting in the conference with the parent, counselor, educational assistant, and speech teacher giving advice about what to do at home, when I have no children of my own. I know my dog appreciates schedules. She expects her food and potty breaks at certain times and becomes grumpy and restless if I am late. Aren't kids just like dogs?
You already teach math good.
Today I was informing my kiddos that I would not be at school for the next 2 days. Groans followed with, "WHY!?!?!?!"
Me: "Cause I am going to a class to learn how to teach math better."
Class: "You already teach math good. You don't need to go there. We don't want you to leave."
Me: "Believe me, I would rather stay here. It takes a lot of work and worrying to get ready for a sub."
Isn't that the truth?! I was at school til 7:00 tonight planning for Tuesday and Wednesday. I did have a conference at 5:00 that took an hour, but it was still too much work and not worth being out for 2 days. My kids might find a renewed appreciation for me after they do worksheets and textbook work for the next 2 days.
I'll let everyone know if the workshop was worth the planning stress or just a waste of my day. The good news is that I get to sleep in a bit in the morning...30 minutes is 30 minutes.
Me: "Cause I am going to a class to learn how to teach math better."
Class: "You already teach math good. You don't need to go there. We don't want you to leave."
Me: "Believe me, I would rather stay here. It takes a lot of work and worrying to get ready for a sub."
Isn't that the truth?! I was at school til 7:00 tonight planning for Tuesday and Wednesday. I did have a conference at 5:00 that took an hour, but it was still too much work and not worth being out for 2 days. My kids might find a renewed appreciation for me after they do worksheets and textbook work for the next 2 days.
I'll let everyone know if the workshop was worth the planning stress or just a waste of my day. The good news is that I get to sleep in a bit in the morning...30 minutes is 30 minutes.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Deep Sadness
Today I went through something as a teacher that is an unfortunate reality. It was difficult to deal with and still is. Because of these events, I have only more clearly realized why I am a teacher. Kids need you. They need someone that will just give them a hug, pat on the back, or words of encouragement. They need love.
This year I have I learned to appreciate the little gifts that are hidden in each child. Even the ones I've written about being obnoxious and difficult have something unique and positive. This is my job to find if I haven't yet. Unfortunately, I see it in many kids and other people don't. Regardless of what obstacles you may have, think about all the positives that overcompensate for them.
I truly love every single kid in my class, more than I ever thought possible...even the ones that cry every day!
This year I have I learned to appreciate the little gifts that are hidden in each child. Even the ones I've written about being obnoxious and difficult have something unique and positive. This is my job to find if I haven't yet. Unfortunately, I see it in many kids and other people don't. Regardless of what obstacles you may have, think about all the positives that overcompensate for them.
I truly love every single kid in my class, more than I ever thought possible...even the ones that cry every day!
Taken Aback
On Monday, I took my class to preview the book fair. There were lots of cute cookbooks. I was looking through "Classroom Treats" and noticed an igloo shaped cake. I told the kids standing around me, "If you buy me that book, I will make this igloo cake for our holiday party."
Today I was taking my class to the bathroom after recess and knew my kids who had gone to the book fair during recess were taking entirely too long. As I was thinking that, they all came rushing out of the library and threw a plastic bag in my arms and said, "Happy Birthday!" I opened it up to find the cookbook that I needed to make the igloo cake.
Four kids pooled their money in order to by me the book. One of them said, "I wanted a Star Wars book, but I decided to help by this book instead." This comment was reiterated by another two students. I was touched! These are kids that I have written about before who have had difficulty in class that has led to tears many times. They were thoughtful and generous and really thought I should have the cookbook more than they should have the book they've been talking about all week.
"So, Ms. L...this means you have to make us that igloo cake now!"
Today I was taking my class to the bathroom after recess and knew my kids who had gone to the book fair during recess were taking entirely too long. As I was thinking that, they all came rushing out of the library and threw a plastic bag in my arms and said, "Happy Birthday!" I opened it up to find the cookbook that I needed to make the igloo cake.
Four kids pooled their money in order to by me the book. One of them said, "I wanted a Star Wars book, but I decided to help by this book instead." This comment was reiterated by another two students. I was touched! These are kids that I have written about before who have had difficulty in class that has led to tears many times. They were thoughtful and generous and really thought I should have the cookbook more than they should have the book they've been talking about all week.
"So, Ms. L...this means you have to make us that igloo cake now!"
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Can I cut you?
Before heading to lunch, I let kids know what work they were missing (even though it was posted on the chalkboard all day -- with code numbers of course).
Michael: "I didn't think I was missing anything else."
Me: "You are missing your writing piece. You turned in your writing folder, but there was no composition inside."
M: (looks at the grading rubric inside and becomes confused) "Huh?"
Me: "That is the paper I am going to use when I grade it, but I don't have it."
M: (still very confused and now crying)
Me: "I see you are confused?"
M: "Yes."
Me: "Okay. I went to grade your writing piece using this rubric and your small moment story was not in the folder."
M: "Oh, it's in my desk!" (and heads to his desk to get out his paper and turn it in)
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During dismissal today, another teacher came and told me, "One of your students said he was going to cut someone. Jennifer thought I should tell you." I immediately went over and quietly called him over.
Me: "Michael, did you say you were going to cut someone?"
Michael: "No."
Me: "Then why would someone tell me that?"
M: (begins crying to the point that he is difficult to understand, but this is what I think he said) "I didn't say that!" (continues crying for the rest of the conversation)
Me: "Did you say you were going to cut them with scissors?"
M: "No. I said I was going to cut them with a knife."
Me: "What?!? You said you were going to cut them with a knife?"
M: "NO!!"
Me: "Then what did you say?"
M: "I asked if I could cut him?"
Me: "You wanted to cut him?"
M: "Yes?"
Me: "Why would you say something like that?"
M: "Cause I just wanted to get in front of him."
Michael: "I didn't think I was missing anything else."
Me: "You are missing your writing piece. You turned in your writing folder, but there was no composition inside."
M: (looks at the grading rubric inside and becomes confused) "Huh?"
Me: "That is the paper I am going to use when I grade it, but I don't have it."
M: (still very confused and now crying)
Me: "I see you are confused?"
M: "Yes."
Me: "Okay. I went to grade your writing piece using this rubric and your small moment story was not in the folder."
M: "Oh, it's in my desk!" (and heads to his desk to get out his paper and turn it in)
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During dismissal today, another teacher came and told me, "One of your students said he was going to cut someone. Jennifer thought I should tell you." I immediately went over and quietly called him over.
Me: "Michael, did you say you were going to cut someone?"
Michael: "No."
Me: "Then why would someone tell me that?"
M: (begins crying to the point that he is difficult to understand, but this is what I think he said) "I didn't say that!" (continues crying for the rest of the conversation)
Me: "Did you say you were going to cut them with scissors?"
M: "No. I said I was going to cut them with a knife."
Me: "What?!? You said you were going to cut them with a knife?"
M: "NO!!"
Me: "Then what did you say?"
M: "I asked if I could cut him?"
Me: "You wanted to cut him?"
M: "Yes?"
Me: "Why would you say something like that?"
M: "Cause I just wanted to get in front of him."
Monday, December 1, 2008
Are you kidding me?
Before lunch today, I warned the kids who had not turned in an assignment that I needed it in my hand before recess. I had a crew of kids come to my desk telling me, "Ms. L, I turned mine in!!!"Me: "I'm sorry. I do not have your paper in the basket. I need you to check again."
Everyone: "No. I put mine in the basket."
Me: "If you put it in the basket, I would have it. I do not have it. Maybe you got distracted before you made it to the basket. Please check your folder/desk again."
Torrie: (tears welling up in her eyes) "I know I put mine in the basket."
Me: "I do not have it."
Torrie: (having difficulty holding back tears) "Well, I put it in there. I promise!"
Me: "I believe that you believe you put it in the basket. Unfortunately, I still don't have it. Could you please look again to see if it didn't make it."
Torrie: (bursting into full tears) "I turned it in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Another student rushes over and says, "Torrie, come on. I will help you look for it."
Don't get me wrong. I felt for this little girl. I was being as nice as possible, but I have kids tell me all the time that they turned something in and then later find it in their desk. In this case, I will admit a mistake. Turns out that she did turn it in. Another kid had already come up and claimed her paper (because it didn't have a name). I apologized for telling her that she didn't turn it in, but that I couldn't do anything about someone claiming her paper because it was name-less. In my defense, it didn't look like her usual quality of work and she is not one with a distinctive handwriting. Maybe she'll write her name on all of her papers in the future.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I love my job!
There have been some very good days lately when I reflect on how much I enjoy my job/class.
They are nice.
They care for each other.
They are polite most of the time.
They know that I am grouchy on Tuesdays. (I'm not sure why, but they have noticed a pattern.)
They love when I get excited about teaching something.
They love when I give them more math problems, and love hard ones even more.
They get upset when we miss some type of learning in our daily schedule.
They say, "It's okay Ms. L." when I forget to send in lunch count.
They negotiate for marbles and stop negotiating when they see I'm not in the mood.
They thrive on compliments from other teachers.
They respect my rules, even if they really want to sit on the bean bags during carpet time.
They ask how I am doing every day.
They give me hugs just because they like me being their teacher.
They write journal entries about how they want to be a 4th grade teacher, just like me.
They tell the truth, even if it's not a popular choice.
They avoid doing things they know will get me upset.
Not even close to last or least important, but...
THEY MAKE ME LAUGH AND ENJOY GOING TO WORK EVERYDAY!
They are nice.
They care for each other.
They are polite most of the time.
They know that I am grouchy on Tuesdays. (I'm not sure why, but they have noticed a pattern.)
They love when I get excited about teaching something.
They love when I give them more math problems, and love hard ones even more.
They get upset when we miss some type of learning in our daily schedule.
They say, "It's okay Ms. L." when I forget to send in lunch count.
They negotiate for marbles and stop negotiating when they see I'm not in the mood.
They thrive on compliments from other teachers.
They respect my rules, even if they really want to sit on the bean bags during carpet time.
They ask how I am doing every day.
They give me hugs just because they like me being their teacher.
They write journal entries about how they want to be a 4th grade teacher, just like me.
They tell the truth, even if it's not a popular choice.
They avoid doing things they know will get me upset.
Not even close to last or least important, but...
THEY MAKE ME LAUGH AND ENJOY GOING TO WORK EVERYDAY!
Tiva's Day at School
Because of the Thanksgiving holiday, I was traveling to my sister's in Dallas immediately after school Tuesday. I am unable to just throw my dog in the car and take her for a ride. She hates cars. Let me reiterate...she hates cars so much that she gets very ill if not given the appropriate medication before the trip. My portable mate/friend (aka Jennifer) thought it would be okay if I took Tiva to school for the day. We had it planned. We would put her crate under my friend's desk and I would be able to give her medicine at the right time in the afternoon. This was until around 8:15.8:15 - Jennifer comes over. She asks me to step into her room to see if I noticed anything. I immediately smelled wet dog. Of course we thought it was Tiva and her crate. I knew that I hadn't washed her crate blankets in a while, but if it had really smelled, I would have smelled it at home as well. At the time, it seemed like the only logical cause to the smell.
9:00 - Another teacher brings a pillow so that I can trade out the blankets in Tiva's cage and put the so-called smelly ones outside. We sprayed Oust around the room claiming that we wanted to kill germs. Keep in mind that the kids have no idea that Tiva is under the desk.
9:45 - The kids go to specials and the odor disappears. We thought it was because of the blankets being taken outside and the Oust.
10:45 - The odor returns. Both classes meet in Jennifer's room for some Reader's Theatre. During one performance the kids begin to get nosy. They start to hear something from under the desk. The kids sitting on the floor next to the desk begin to look under the desk and notice a nose poking out of the crate. They start to whisper, "Ms. H's dog, Dusty, is under her desk." After the Reader's Theatre is over, they confront her about the mysterious wet nose and whimpering under the desk, "Ms. H. I see your dog under your desk." She replies with a very clever, "I can promise you that MY dog is not under my desk." My class returns to our room and only a couple of my kids are still talking about it. I got back and check on Jennifer's class and she said that she told them because they were all talking about it and not working. Most of my class is still oblivious to the matter.
1:15 - Whimpering is again coming from under the desk. The kids are writing, so it is quite obvious. Right about this time, the PE coach walks into my room and says, "L. I'm taking your dog to the gym. She can run around in the office and nobody will ever know." I wasn't really give a choice in this matter and it seemed like an okay idea, so I handed over the leash and off she went.
1:50 - Jennifer's class is in my room watching an informative video about Thanksgiving, also known as Charlie Brown's Voyage on the Mayflower (or something like that). We were still very curious about the odor that keeps appearing and disappearing. Jennifer's "co-teacher" is wandering around my room trying to figure out where the odor is stemming from. She realizes that it was not Tiva, but a student's shoes. This student was sitting in the closest desk to Tiva's crate, which explain why the odor seemed to be coming from the crate. Mystery solved!
2:00 - I head to the gym to check on Tiva and give her the medicine that caused her to be at school in the first place and I barely make it out of my classroom door when I see Tiva and the PE coach outside. Tiva is prancing around, enjoying PE as much as the 3rd graders that she is surrounded by. I have a quick exchange with the coach wondering who is going to get in trouble when our boss sees the dog. She easily says that she'll take the blame. That's wonderful for me, because taking her to PE was not my idea! I give her the needed medicine and was told that she would be returned before the end of the day.
2:45 - The bell has rung, I am at car rider duty and I still don't my dog back. I go to the gym to check on her and she is relaxing in the recliner. I knock on the window and she looks up at me like, "Yes? Do you need something?" I sneak her back to my classroom quickly.
As far as I know, she went undiscovered all day. I wouldn't have done this if she hadn't needed her medicine at a specific time and if it hadn't been the day before a holiday break. She will not be visiting school again anytime soon...unless kids are nowhere in site.
Barney
Victor: "Can I kiss you?"
Me: "No."
V: "Why?"
Me: "Because it's not appropriate to kiss a teacher."
V: "Why? Can I kiss you?"
Me: "No."
V: "The song says I can."
Me: "What song?"
V: "And a kiss from me to you."
Me: "Oh, Barney?"
V: "Yes. Barney says a kiss from me to you. Can I kiss you?"
Me: "Barney means you can kiss your mom and dad. He means you can blow a kiss to everyone else."
V: "So I can't kiss you?"
Me: "No."
Me: "No."
V: "Why?"
Me: "Because it's not appropriate to kiss a teacher."
V: "Why? Can I kiss you?"
Me: "No."
V: "The song says I can."
Me: "What song?"
V: "And a kiss from me to you."
Me: "Oh, Barney?"
V: "Yes. Barney says a kiss from me to you. Can I kiss you?"
Me: "Barney means you can kiss your mom and dad. He means you can blow a kiss to everyone else."
V: "So I can't kiss you?"
Me: "No."
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Dear Diary
One of my students came to me the other day expressing some concern about her lost diary. She told me who her friends said had it and then it was up to me to track the missing book down. And so I did. I talked to the kid and he openly admitted having it. He didn't bring it back when he was supposed to, but it did come back the following day. While I was waiting for the diary to be returned, the girl in my class seemed very concerned because she was told that people had been reading it.I began to think...what did I write in my diary as a 4th grader? Probably something like:
"I have the biggest crush on ________ (I can't remember his name.). Today he loaned me his pencil. It was so nice. He was wearing a really cute blue shirt today. He is sooooo cute."
Remembering this, I thought of what trouble or heartbreak would come when the other kids found out who her crush was. I would love to say that I didn't look at the diary when it was returned, but I would be lying. I had to look. I needed to make sure that the item she was bringing to school, losing, and other kids were reading was appropriate. And, I wanted to know what 4th graders write in their diaries about. This is a very mature student and in 4th grade, mature usually means one thing. (Which I will not say.) Anyway, I open to her diary (not even the kind with lock and key) to find her crush's name written very large on the first page.
Diary Lesson #1 - Don't write your crush's name on the very first page. If someone finds diary, where will they read first?
I know this is terrible, but the first thing I think is, "She can do so much better!" But, she really likes him. "He gave her some hot Cheetos at lunch and it was so cute." He even "blew on her neck and she liked it." Although "he is shorter than her, she wishes she were much shorter so that it wouldn't be so weird."
Regardless of anything else she said, the one thing I cannot get over is her choice of a crush, William. If you are unfamiliar with my current students, please refer to blog titled, My cup runeth over...with tears. You could also check out the updates on the bottom of every blog since.
I hope my 4th grade diary-worthy crushes were better than her's.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
It's about time!
Today I was teaching a lame-o math lesson. Let me rephrase that. I wasn't actually teaching, but rather letting kids work independently to solve division problems. This was probably better than me teaching because...the principal walked in for my observation.
She could walk in at any other time of day, but when she shows up carrying her clipboard, my heart began to pound very rapidly. I didn't really expect her at that time, because she hadn't come during all of her other available times for the past 3 weeks.
On the observation, I got compliments for the kids being able to work together to solve problems, for helping a small group through problems, and also all of my anchor charts that I have posted in my classroom. I had two things that she recommended for change: make sure I make changes in my lesson plans when needed and post more student work. This was one time that I forgot to make notes in my plans when I stray from them (I've been so good at doing it.). And I'm aware I need to hang more students' work, but in 4th grade, what do you hang up? If I had a bulletin board outside my classroom, I would love to hang items on it, but taking up more of my wall space isn't so practical. I would love to hang up examples of quality work, good writing pieces, and diagrams for science and social studies. But, come on...I'm only a first year teacher...I can't do everything perfect the first time around...then it will look like I haven't grown and learned over the next few years! hahaha
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Crying Update:
One crier was absent. The other two had a crying-free day. All smiles in my classroom! :)
She could walk in at any other time of day, but when she shows up carrying her clipboard, my heart began to pound very rapidly. I didn't really expect her at that time, because she hadn't come during all of her other available times for the past 3 weeks.
On the observation, I got compliments for the kids being able to work together to solve problems, for helping a small group through problems, and also all of my anchor charts that I have posted in my classroom. I had two things that she recommended for change: make sure I make changes in my lesson plans when needed and post more student work. This was one time that I forgot to make notes in my plans when I stray from them (I've been so good at doing it.). And I'm aware I need to hang more students' work, but in 4th grade, what do you hang up? If I had a bulletin board outside my classroom, I would love to hang items on it, but taking up more of my wall space isn't so practical. I would love to hang up examples of quality work, good writing pieces, and diagrams for science and social studies. But, come on...I'm only a first year teacher...I can't do everything perfect the first time around...then it will look like I haven't grown and learned over the next few years! hahaha
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Crying Update:
One crier was absent. The other two had a crying-free day. All smiles in my classroom! :)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
You swallowed what?!?
During today's benchmark, I notice Richard sitting at his desk coughing. He is trying to cough quietly, but he sits fairly close to my desk.
Me: "Richard, are you okay?"
R: "Yes. I think I swallowed something."
Me: "What did you swallow?"
R: "Part of that." (points to his eraser)
Me: "Part of what?"
R: "That." (points to his eraser again)
Me: "You swallowed part of your eraser. It couldn't have been a big part because I don't see any chunks missing."
R: "Well, it was some of that." (points to the 'shavings' that are created when the eraser is used on paper)
Me: "Hmmmm...how did you swallow that? Never mind. Don't answer that. Are you okay?"
R: "I guess. Is is poisonous? Will I get sick?"
Me: "No. You have probably swallowed worse. You should just get some water and push it all the way down rather than try and cough it up."
R: "Am I going to be okay?"
Me: "Yes. Just get some water. And don't swallow that anymore. I'm not sure how you even swallowed it the first time."
I'm still confused as to how this happened!
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Crying Update:
Today I had a crier (not his first time) because I didn't let him eat his chips during snack time. I have strict guidelines for snack time and only allow healthy snacks. I do NOT consider chips healthy. This kiddo got out his chips and everyone shouted, "Ms. L, are we allowed to have chips for snack?" Of course the answer was no, because they all know the rules. He began crying because he didn't bring a healthy snack and I wouldn't let him eat it. More importantly, he didn't bring a snack and pulled out part of his lunch to eat. I wouldn't have minded if it had been a granola bar, piece of fruit, or a 100 calorie pack. I don't know how much crying I can tolerate. Oh wait...NONE!
Me: "Richard, are you okay?"
R: "Yes. I think I swallowed something."
Me: "What did you swallow?"
R: "Part of that." (points to his eraser)
Me: "Part of what?"
R: "That." (points to his eraser again)
Me: "You swallowed part of your eraser. It couldn't have been a big part because I don't see any chunks missing."
R: "Well, it was some of that." (points to the 'shavings' that are created when the eraser is used on paper)
Me: "Hmmmm...how did you swallow that? Never mind. Don't answer that. Are you okay?"
R: "I guess. Is is poisonous? Will I get sick?"
Me: "No. You have probably swallowed worse. You should just get some water and push it all the way down rather than try and cough it up."
R: "Am I going to be okay?"
Me: "Yes. Just get some water. And don't swallow that anymore. I'm not sure how you even swallowed it the first time."
I'm still confused as to how this happened!
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Crying Update:
Today I had a crier (not his first time) because I didn't let him eat his chips during snack time. I have strict guidelines for snack time and only allow healthy snacks. I do NOT consider chips healthy. This kiddo got out his chips and everyone shouted, "Ms. L, are we allowed to have chips for snack?" Of course the answer was no, because they all know the rules. He began crying because he didn't bring a healthy snack and I wouldn't let him eat it. More importantly, he didn't bring a snack and pulled out part of his lunch to eat. I wouldn't have minded if it had been a granola bar, piece of fruit, or a 100 calorie pack. I don't know how much crying I can tolerate. Oh wait...NONE!
Monday, November 17, 2008
The river is overflowing...with tears!
I need to post a sign on my door that says, "NO TEARS BEYOND THIS POINT!" I've written before about a student I have who has cried many times in class. Today, I might have screamed if I had seen/heard one more child cry. I might be more understanding if this was something I could prevent, but the reasons for the tears was beyond my control.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1. The moment I walk in the door after I brought the kids into my classroom, I turn around to see William holding his shoulder walking towards me. This particular kid is complaining of something on a daily basis. Last Friday he had "chicken pox on his foot". I looked...they weren't foot chicken pox, but rather an irritation from something he stepped on. The pain that he felt with that irritation prompted him to shed a few tears. It also made him pay 40 tickets to have it shoes off for the day because having them on was just too painful, and I wouldn't allow him no shoes without payment. Back to today...William walks up holding his shoulder. I ignore the words he begins to utter and respond with, "Go sit down. I don't need to hear about it."
W: "But it really hurts."
Me: "It has not even been 2 minutes. You cannot have hurt yourself in those few minutes."
W: "I hurt it yesterday."
Me: "Great! Your parents already know about it, there is nothing I can do. You need to have a seat. I am NOT sending you to the nurse."
W: "But they don't know about it."
Me: "There is still nothing I can do. It did not happen at school. You should have already told your parents about it. You have work on your desk."
W: Heads to his desk and begins to cry.
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2. Every day for lunch, I ask kids to raise their hand who would like to be door holders. Lunch is a special time with different door holders than any other time of the day. I noticed one kid was already getting up, assuming that I would call on him. I purposely did NOT call on him because of this. He began to cry! (There must have been something else, because this should not make any kid cry.)
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3. Today was the reward day for a fundraiser that was done a couple months ago. The reward was a gaming trailer that kids got to play in for 30 minutes. All I knew was that I had a list of kids who earned the prize and what time I should send them. As I told those specific kids that they could go, another kid asked if he had earned the reward. He said his said had told him that he sold lots of stuff and should have earned it. When I informed him that his name was not on the list, he broke out into boo-hooing tears!
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4. As we began our writing warm-up I noticed Elliot was sitting at his desk with a look of frustration. I walk up and ask, "What's wrong?"
E: "I lost my pencil."
Me: "There are plenty of pencils in the classroom."
E: "It was important to me."
Me: "I understand it was important, but you are missing out on writing time right now." (He had another look of frustration come over him.)
E: "I know and that makes me mad too."
Me: "So what are you going to do about this missing pencil?"
E: "I don't know."
Me: "Well, if you don't have a solution, I think you need to find a different pencil and start working."
E: "But, but..."
Me: "It is work time. Get going."
E: Begins very audible crying and very visible tears.
He continues to audibly cry throughout share time and my writing mini lesson. I now have to stop the student who is sharing and ask, "Elliot, we are unable to hear. I need you to go to the back of the classroom so that you do not disturb us anymore."
I can STILL hear him from the back of the room, but I ignore. If you have forgotten, I would like to remind you that this dramatic crying is all over a pencil!
As we return to our desks after the mini lesson, Elliot also returns to his, in an even more dramatic way. He walks to his desk, very noticeably, and begins to pound on it with his fist. My aid and I just stand and watch in amazement. I am having a very hard time believe that this is all stemming from that lost pencil.
Me: "Elliot, I can see that you are very upset, but like I said earlier. You will need to find another pencil and work right now. Your pencil is missing and you will have time to look for it after you finish your work." (Did you like how I first acknowledged his feelings? Man was that hard. I wanted to get mad at him for still being so difficult over a pencil, but managed to come out with the appropriate response.)
A few more things were angrily thrown off of his desk (by him) and a few more desk poundings were done before he began crying again. This cry was legitimate. Because of his behavior and how it affected his classroom work, I had to send a note home. This is not the first time and it is one form of communication I use with his parents. He was very upset, knowing that he would be in a great deal of trouble once he got home. His dad is very hard on him, but the results are usually positive the next day. Or so I'm hoping...since today was especially dreadful.
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5. This one is not about crying, but about the lack of crying. Today I was catching kids up with some missing work at the end of the day. I shared grades with one child. These grades were not good: 9, 34, 28, 67, and 58. If it were me, I would have flooded a river in the classroom. His reaction was nothing. He said, "Okay!" WHAT?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!? You have not turned in more than half of the assignments we've done in the last 3 weeks and you don't seem to think that's a problem? WOAH! Parent phone call here I come...
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