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21 Weeks To Go

Wow!  Another week of certification classes is behind me.  I can scarcely believe it.

Last week was a lot more stressful than the week before, believe it or not.  Though the assignments were not quite as difficult, having the holiday the week before had spoiled me.

Last week, I felt the pressure of balancing my teaching with my own education.

To make sure I had time to complete everything, I did not attend a big soccer game for my high school girls (Chicky’s teammates from last year).  I did get a play-by-play via 60+ text messages from one of the player’s sisters, so I worked on my assignments while periodically throwing out “Crap” and “Woo Hoo” according to how the game was proceeding.

The team won, by the way, and will face a big rivalry on Tuesday night for the Regional Semi-Finals.  I am still debating if I will go.

So, what did I learn about last week?

For my Teaching Profession class, I had to write a small report about one of the social issues facing education.  I selected childhood homelessness and poverty.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

My research was very sad.  I learned a lot, let me tell you.

In my Reading class, I learned about fluency.  I am finding my reading class fascinating!  Perhaps this is because I have always been a great reader, as have my children, and it has sometimes been difficult for me to comprehend how other people struggle.  Now I am beginning to realize that there are many components to reading, and teaching it is a very specialized skill that must take into account every single component.  No wonder reading teachers like my friend, Barb, are so incredible!

I am also realizing how important it is for every teacher, regardless of the subjects they teach, to spend time on reading skills and to watch for possible warning signals that could serve as indications that students might need some help in this area.

For my Instructional Strategies class, I had to create a performance-based assessment and a formative assessment for the unit plan I have been creating (which, by the way, I got great feedback on regarding last week’s 16 student learning outcome assignment).  I decided to use an essay as my performance assessment, and my teacher required that students create multiple-choice formative quizzes.  Although I have created numerous exams this year, I found this assignment a lot more difficult than I anticipated.  Perhaps this was because I was also looking at a rubric, which I am both grateful for and freaked over every time I work on an assignment.

I continue to be amazed at how much I am learning each week.  Quite honestly, after what I’ve been taught in such a short time, I must say that I don’t think non-education, bachelor-degree holding people should be allowed to have their own classrooms of students until they have gone through these classes.  While they (and I include myself in that grouping) might have real-world experience, teaching is so much more than knowing a subject.  There is a lot of “teaching” terminology that you have to understand.  There are also a lot of “teacher” how-to’s that you must practice.  Sure, the work is a huge pain to complete, but the exercises are practical and very necessary to understanding exactly why and how teachers need to do things to help their students be successful.

I also think these classes are good for helping people figure out if this is a profession they want to participate in.  The work load is incredibly heavy…a small taste, as I already know, of the commitment and sacrifice that teaching requires.  I don’t think that most people really understand what being a teacher encompasses.

This program probably comes as a huge shock and a reality check for the naive people who first walk through the program’s doors.

I continue to take things day by day and remain ever grateful for the daily presence of God.  I could not do any of this without His help, for without Him, my brains would be mush.  Heck, they are mush, but He restores me every night and allows me to wake up, refreshed (unless I’ve been up until 12:30am) and ready to face a new day.

Week 4 promises to be interesting.  I’ll share details next week.

If you’re interested in what I wrote for my paper on childhood homelessness, I’ve provided the text below…

When people dream of becoming teachers, they sometimes envision utopic classrooms where students sit in rapt attention eagerly awaiting the lessons about to be imparted upon them.  These imaginary students are dressed impeccably and hail from ideal families.  Reality, however, proves to be a stark contrast from such lofty dreams.  The students who file into today’s classrooms often carry with them the burdens of various social problems – issues that do not have easy solutions.  Childhood poverty and homelessness are two closely-related issues that have left educators scratching their heads as they try to overcome the effects these issues on the children who have been charged to their care.  Children are the innocent victims of poverty and homelessness, having little choice but to deal with circumstances that are completely out of their control. Karen M. Pellino’s article, The Effects of Poverty on Teaching and Learning, provides a comprehensive assessment of the challenges of teaching impoverished children and suggests several pragmatic ways that educators can address the challenges through teaching methodologies and curriculum.

Childhood poverty and homelessness pose several educational challenges including classroom diversity, student achievement gaps, and student motivation.  A diverse classroom is comprised of students from many different cultural, economic, and academic levels.  Children who are poverty-stricken live in the flux of constant change as they are forced to endure frequent moves from one residence to another.  As a result, these children change schools often.  Thus, school attendance is spotty, at best.  Many children do not have permanent homes and, as a result, lack proper paperwork, such as academic records, when they register at new schools.  This complicates educators’ jobs as they desperately attempt to place students in the classes that best meet their needs (3). To combat the effects of classroom diversity, Pellino suggests that teachers create age-appropriate lessons to help children understand the different cultures that surround them (3).  According to Pellino, constructivism is the key to providing children with the skills they need to “become active learners by questioning, hypothesizing and drawing conclusions based on their individual learning experiences” (4).  These are basic but critical skills that will remain with students long after they have changed to other schools.

Another challenging aspect presented by childhood poverty and homelessness is a varying achievement gap between students.  Pellino defines achievement gap as, “The difference in academic performance among children from different classes or groups (ethnic, racial, income)” (4).  Education has always been considered the key to escaping poverty.  People often rise to meet the challenges that are presented to them, and children are no different.  Often, schools will water down material with the misconception that impoverished children cannot handle a rigorous curriculum; however, the opposite is true.  According to Pellino, “Content should be of high quality and be culturally relevant” (5).  Teachers should utilize students’ backgrounds to formulate specialized lesson plans and teaching methodologies.  Only by doing so can achievement gaps be bridged.  Student motivation to learn is a third challenge and is closely related to the achievement gaps discussed previously.  Children of all cultural, economic, and academic realms should be motivated to learn.  Impoverished children have fragile psyches – products of the unstable lives they lead.  These students must be taught why education is important and how education will directly impact their lives.  Teachers face the task of fostering classrooms that build self-esteem and trust.  Additionally, “Educators also need to work to foster resilience in children, focusing on the traits, coping skills, and supports that help children survive in a changing environment” (5).

Utopian classrooms do not exist.  Childhood poverty and homelessness is a social issue that will never disappear.  There will always be the have’s and the have not’s.  Educators face the unique challenge of meeting the needs of all students, regardless of their stations in life.  Traditional teaching methodologies may need to be thrown out the window and replaced with more flexible ones that allow for specialized instruction that more readily molds itself around the unique backgrounds of the children who enter modern classrooms.  It will only be through diligent, focused efforts that children will be able to rise above their difficult circumstances and become confident participants of society.

A Belated Birthday Surprise for Chicky

A few days ago, I received an email from a friend.

On Saturday, he would be headed to Lakeland, where Chicky attends college, and he wanted to know if the Mr. and I wanted him to deliver anything to Chicky.

It took me all of two seconds to decide what I would send.

Meanwhile, the Mr. went shopping while I got things ready at home…

He got home, and we happily compared what we had pulled together for her.

This was my contribution…

It’s my Chocolate Chip cake!

It became an instant favorite the first time I made it two years ago.  I posted the recipe back then, but I thought I would post it again…

Chocolate Chip Cake

Duncan Heinz Butter cake mix
1 small package Jello instant vanilla pudding
1/2 bar grated chocolate (I usually use German chocolate – it’s in a green package)
chocolate chips
1 cup oil
1 cup milk OR water (if you’re lactose-intolerant like me)
4 eggs
A bundt pan

(Let me just say to start – grating the chocolate is the most time consuming part of this cake. I’ve found that using a zester instead of a grater works so much better. In any event, grate your chocolate first before doing anything else and you’ll be happy you did.)

With mixer, beat together cake mix, vanilla pudding, oil and eggs. Fold in grated chocolate. Put half of mixture into bundt pan, add enough chocolate chips to your liking, put rest of mixture on top (and maybe a few more chocolate chips?) Make sure chocolate chips are pushed into the top layer of cake mix. Lick the spoon, bowl and detach and lick the mixer blades, seriously. It’s that good.)

Bake at 350 deg. for an hour or until inserted knife or toothpick comes out clean. Let it cool in the bundt pan (I can’t stress this enough!). Once cool, tip over onto plate and cover with powered sugar if you wish.

I called Chicky to let her know that the friend would be calling her later to hand her some “stuff” from us.

She sighed in the “I don’t really want to be bothered” sort of way.

I growled to the Mr. that she was being a little unappreciative for someone who was about to get a yummy surprise.

I called her later in the afternoon, and she was still waiting to meet up.

A little while later, I saw a Facebook message from Chicky’s roommate:  “Mrs. AuburnChick, I just ate a piece of the best tasting cake ever!!! thank you so much! it was delicious :)”

Ahhh…I figured Chicky had gotten the cake.

Then, I realized I had left my phone in the car from when I had been out earlier.

I ran out to get it, and I found a missed call from her.

I called her back.

I could hear her smiling on the phone.  You know that sound.  Even though you might not be able to see a person’s face when you speak on the phone, you can hear body language.

She very gratefully thanked me for the cake and commented on how moist it was.

I had remembered to add the pudding mix this time.  It makes a lot of difference.

She was also thankful for the bottle of expensive hair serum I had included in her goody bag.  The stuff is $17 a bottle, but she needs it to keep her hair from frying when she straightens it.

I told her that I had missed making her birthday cake this year.  In fact, I missed having her at home that day.

This was my way of making it up to her.

I also told her that no matter how mad she gets at me, I wanted her to know that I always love her.

I think she got the message.

Week 23 of Teaching

Week 23…

It seemed like a long week.  Having a holiday the week before made the five-day week seem way too long!

I quickly showed signs of my fatigue when, on Monday, I administered a make-up vocabulary test to one of my tenth graders. The poor girl struggled with it for an hour and a half. I didn’t think it was a difficult test. She failed. She was, understandably, upset. It took us ten minutes to figure out that I had tested her on next week’s prefixes, suffixes, and root words.

What makes this worse is that I tried to give her the original test on Friday (as a make-up). She didn’t understand what to do. When she asked, “Mrs. AuburnChick, am I supposed to change the form of the word?” I realized that I had given her the KEY.

We decided that the test had been a complete wash. We agreed to count next week’s test as two grades.

Oh wait…I am getting ahead of myself.  Here’s what my first two class periods saw when they came in on Monday…

They turned in the funniest autobiographical sketches ever!  I had instructed them to write, in vivid detail, about a time when they had been sick.

Folks, I read about multi-colored vomit, nasty sunburns, and diarrhea.

I had been dreading having to grade these, but because they were narratives, my students were able to be more relaxed in their writing.  Everyone made a good grade.

Meanwhile, my sixth graders worked on alliterative poems…

I modeled the assignment for them, and they had to write poems for homework.  This was a fun exercise that gave me a chance to work on consonants and phonics.

My ninth and tenth graders began reading Scene 4 of Romeo and Juliet

I am moving much slower on this play than I intended, so I am going to start picking up the pace so we can finish this nine weeks.  There are just so many good lessons you can teach from Shakespeare!!

Tuesday arrived and, quite honestly, I can’t really remember much!  I didn’t even take any pictures!  I’m positive that we worked hard though.

By Wednesday, I was starting to drag.  The regular work week made it difficult to balance my certification class assignments with my work responsibilities.  I had begun staying up late at night to finish my work.

I gave my juniors and seniors an overview of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.  It seems as if we’re always building background and discussing themes.  These are very important elements that simply cannot be ignored when reading literature…

My sixth graders and I had a really good day.  We worked on more poetry and then a magical moment happened.

While we were discussing the theme of a poem, we began discussing something…I cannot for the life of me remember what it was.

All of a sudden, something that someone said sparked a thought in my mind…

A song…

On impulse, I started singing the first line…

“I’m a Barbie girl…”

My students, as if on cue and perfectly in sync with one another, immediately put their hands in the air and started singing the next line with me…

“In a Barbie world…”

They were dancing in their seats while they sang.

I TOTALLY cracked up.

It was completely unrehearsed and unplanned.

It was priceless and a moment I do not think I will ever forget.

If you haven’t heard the song, here it is…

I absolutely love my sixth graders.  I love teaching them, and I love their enthusiasm.  They are so malleable and have completely adapted to my procedures.

Meanwhile, my freshmen and sophomores read Scene 5…the famous scene where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time.

It is a funny and sweet scene.

My hormonal ninth graders got all giggly as they took turns reading the parts out loud.

We were all relieved that Romeo had finally stopped thinking of Rosaline!  What a fickle boy (or girly boy, as the guys in my class call him) he is!

My tenth grade female student loved the speech that Romeo made when he saw Juliet.  Although we are using a book that has the original Shakespearean language side-by-side with modern language, we had to read the original words in the speech.  They are beautiful, and it was nice to see a teenager appreciate them.

Thursday was vocab testing day…

I also had the blessing of an extra planning period when my friend “J” took the sixth graders on a field trip.  When she had approached me a couple of weeks ago to ask me if she could have them during my class period, I had said, “Why no, “J,” you absolutely may not have them, thus giving me an extra hour to myself.  Absolutely not!”  heehee

And then Friday…finally…

I started off my day with a bowl of fruit…

I did Fantastic Friday with my first two classes.  This is when we read newspaper articles and answer the journalist questions:  who, what, where, when, why, and how.  It is good to get students to read a variety of mediums, including newspapers.

My sixth graders worked on symbolism in poetry.  I can tell that they don’t really understand what I am talking about, so I am going to continue these lessons next week.

Then, my last two classes took a quiz on Act 1, since we had finished it a couple of days before.

And that is Week 23 in a rather large nutshell.

It was a good week as far as teaching goes.  It was bad as far as balancing teaching, learning (my own), and sleep.

Still, I am happy as a lark.  I had an especially good week with my rough-and-tough ninth graders.  They were the silver lining in my week.

Remembering the Challenger

It is hard to believe that 25 years ago today, the Shuttle Challenger left for a routine mission, only to break apart 73 seconds later, killing all aboard.

I will never forget where I was at the time.

I was in high school, and I remember watching the footage on a small TV in a room adjoining the library in my school.

The entire nation was shell-shocked, and we mourned for our fellow Americans.

Though this event happened a quarter of a century ago, I remember it like it was yesterday.

Let us never forget the sacrifices that others have made to improve our quality of life and our curiosity for the unknown.

A Mini Me in the Making

Yesterday, I discovered that I have my very own Mini-Me in the making…

The Mini-Me in the making is one of my students – MartytheSmarty.

I have no idea how she managed to conceal, for the last five months, the fact that she was slowly being morphed into the image of her wonderful, talented English teacher (that’s me, if you’re new to my blog).

We were innocently talking about Sir Gawain and the Green Knight when I might have gotten off on a tangent.  I am absolutely positive that my bunny trail was related, in some way, to the discussion.  😉

Anyhoo…someone mentioned something about something one of us had done or was doing.

Then I think she said something like, “You will never see me knitting in public.”

To which I replied, “So, you’re knitting in private?  I knew you would turn to the dark side!”

To which she responded by putting her hands on her face, unknowingly imitating what I was doing at that exact moment.

Heck…I think she was actually surprised the most by the revelation.

She shouldn’t have been surprised.

She’s an old soul.

She actually LIKES and LISTENS to 80’s music.

She had sung a few words of a song the day before, to which I responded by singing the words that followed.

Next thing you know, she’ll be straightening her hair (even if it does go under her hijab), turning into a vegetarian, and…gasp…eating KETCHUP!!!!

Go visit her blog and troll around a bit.  Do a search for “ketchup.”  You’ll get this inside joke.

See…here’s the thing.  She may not realize it, but she really is a lot like me.

She’s an exceptional student – a perfectionist, in fact.

Her writing is incredible.  I’m hoping she posts the Too Much Heavy in the Chevy (was that the title?) autobiographical sketch she turned in for a grade last week.  Let’s just say that students were instructed to use vivid words to “show” rather than “tell.”

It will leave you gasping for air…that is how hysterical it is.

Uh huh.

As much as she’d like to deny it, she is a Mini-Me in the making.

Super Wednesday Hodgepodge

Yay!  Time for the Hodgepodge!  Thanks, as always Joyce, for hosting this fun meme!

1.  Will you watch the Super Bowl? If so who will you root for? If you are outside the USA what is the ‘big deal sporting event’ in your own country?

I will watch the Super Bowl, but I care not who wins.  I haven’t been into the NFL season this year, but I love football, and I especially love the commercials.

2. Is ignorance bliss?

I believe there are times when ignorance is bliss, like when your children are spreading poop all over your walls and you simply do not have the energy to face life at that moment.

I believe ignorance is bliss when people are talking behind your back.  Who gives a rip what people say?  They are probably just jealous anyhow.

3. Which of the seven dwarfs are you? (and just in case your Disney is a little bit rusty, here they are-Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy)

Right now, I feel like Dopey.  I am completely overworked and am beginning to lose what remaining marbles I had left over from raising toddlers.

4. When you are riding in the car with another couple how do you organize the seating? (Men up front? Women up front? Couples sit together?)

I think that if the couples know each other well, the women should sit together so they can chat while the guys do the same.  I also prefer to sit in the front seat because I get car sick, so men can sit in the back!  Ha!

5. What is beauty?

Great timing with this question as, just last week, I discussed this similar thing with my sixth graders.  Beauty is the quiet confidence that comes from within.  Beauty is not what you look like on the outside but what streams forth from your soul.  Beauty is a life spent glorifying God in all that you say and do.

6. If someone asks you to bring an appetizer or a dessert to a party in their home, which would you choose?

Because I bought a gajillion (yes, that is a made up word, but I do not care) boxes of brownies for pennies, I will take brownies to a party if asked.

7. What is your crowd pleasing go-to appetizer?

I am not a crowd person, but if called on to take an appetizer, I opt for deviled eggs.  I can whip these babies up in no time, and the filling I make is delicious!

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Gripe time!

This week, I want to complain about my local paper.

I have done battle with the paper before, and I am about to reenter the fight.

Why?

Because the stupid company will NOT put all of the coupons I am entitled to in newsstand issues!

Every Sunday, I drive to Books a Million after church to buy two papers.  I get them there because 1) I cannot afford regular, home delivery and 2) I have a discount card, so I save money.

Last year, I got into an almost-yelling match at my local paper because the place had the nerve to sell me two papers, on site, that were missing inserts.

You better believe that I made employees wade through mounds of papers to find my supplements.

Ticked off royally is what I was (as Yoda would say).

For two weeks now, BAM has not had all of the supplements in its papers.  I complained to management with the request that they give the paper a What For.  They are losing my business.

If and when I ever start getting paid more money, I am going to subscribe to home delivery of either the Jacksonville or Atlanta papers.  Their coupon distributors actually recognize the fact that people do eat and, thus, need more than two flipping coupons in the inserts, and I will gladly pay the delivery charges and wait the extra two days to get them.

So, that is my random thought.

Go on over to Joyce’s blog to play along.

It’s fun!

I promise.

Someone Gets a Promotion

As you might remember, Chicky spent her 19th birthday away from home.  It was a first for us.

Although I couldn’t be with her to make her day extra-special (my viewpoint, not her’s), I was comforted by the fact that she could be share her day with the college friends she has become close with.

She also had Guy Friend to keep her company.

Oh yes…Guy Friend.

Let’s talk about him for a minute…or two…or three.  You know I’m wordy.

Guy Friend first came into our lives when Chicky was in the 11th grade.

He was a senior.

We had known his mom for a number of years.  His family attends the same church as we do.  We had watched him play soccer a few times.

Still, it was a little surprising when Chicky began “liking” him.

As a mother, it can be difficult to watch your little girl gravitate toward a guy.

But gravitate she did.

Although they were not allowed to go out on dates, Chicky and Guy Friend became regular visitors at both families’ homes.

Chicky went with him to his senior prom.

And still, I would not let them date.

I am very conservative, you see.

Guy Friend left for college, and Chicky had to stay behind to endure her senior year.

Then, she made the fateful decision to attend Southeastern University, where he was also enrolled.

Still, she was not allowed to “date.”

He remained “Guy Friend.”

College life for Chicky.

Freedom.

I still wouldn’t call their lunches and dinners together “dates.”

And then I read April’s blog post about her daughter’s dating woes.

Hmmm…

And then Chicky had the most wonderful birthday dinner with Guy Friend.

He had saved his money so he could treat her to Emeril’s in Orlando.

They shopped.

Chicky and I talked about it on the phone the next day.

I saw her pictures on Facebook.

She was glowing with joy.

I pondered…

I have always liked Guy Friend.

I have always been grateful that he is a Christian and avidly studies his Bible.

Guy Friend and I have had a few frank talks.  You do that when you’re a mom.  He has always listened respectfully.

I pondered…

Chicky is now 19 years old.

I think she is finally ready to have a “boyfriend.”

So, Guy Friend, consider this your promotion.

You have patiently waited for this moment.

You’ve earned it.

Clearly, you make my daughter happy.

You are now “officially” allowed to date.

I’ll admit…calling you the “b” word is going to take some getting used to.

It can take a while to train an old dog.

So, if I stumble as I try to say the word, please be patient.

I’ll get there eventually.

One more thing.

This does not give you permission to kiss her.

Save that for your wedding day.

Love,

Your girlfriend’s mother ♥

22 Weeks to Go

My second week of my certification classes is officially in the books.

It was somewhat of a long week.

Thank goodness I had Monday to get ahead.  I could totally deal with teaching four days a week so I can do other work on the fifth day!

I spent a good part of the week agonizing over an assignment I had not received feedback on…only to discover that I had the due date wrong.  I blogged about that a few days ago.

When I finally did receive feedback on Thursday, I began several long, hard days of work.

This is how I spent Friday night and all day Saturday…

My toughest assignment was in my Instructional Strategies class.  This is a class where we are being taught how to write a unit lesson plan.

We are building the unit plan in parts to better understand how each fits together and the proper order for writing the components.

The week before, we had selected our topics, the standards, and the benchmarks for our plans.  We also had to write a rationale, which explained to the students how the topic is relevant to life in general, their current lives, and their lives in the future.

Deep thinking required, let me tell you.

Last week, we had to write four student learning outcomes for each of the four benchmarks we had selected the week before.  Guys…that is a total of 16 outcomes!  Outcomes are what you expect your students to accomplish and learn.  They are comprised of three parts…a condition, a performance, and a criterion (how you’ll measure the task).  Basically, you are deciding what the students will be doing to show mastery of each benchmark and how you will measure the assessment.

THEN, we had to write one overarching essential question and two topical essential questions.  The overarching question is a question that can travel from unit to unit, and the topical questions are unit-specific but related to the overarching question.

Whew!

I worked on my assignment for 16 hours.

I am not exaggerating.

I happily went to bed on Saturday night having submitted that assignment.

In one of my other classes, I had to select benchmarks and learning outcomes for phonemic awareness and phonics lessons.  This was a little time-consuming but not too bad.

In my Teaching Profession class, I had to take a philosophic inventory and write my teaching philosophy.

Deep stuff.

By the time I am finished with this program, I will have analyzed myself inside and out.  Oh my word, but the critical thinking these classes require is hard-core!

But I want to share something with you.

I doubted myself the first week.

I doubted if I really was cut out for this teaching thing.

I really, really wanted out.

Last week’s feedback on my first week’s assignments gave me validation that I am doing what I am supposed to do.

Sure, this is not going to get easier, but God showed me in no uncertain terms that if I rely on Him (which I TOTALLY am because there is absolutely no way I could have written those words on my assignments on my own), He will help me through the tasks that follow, and I WILL be a better teacher because of these classes and all of the deep thinking.

I am so grateful for the friends and family who continue to encourage me.

Oh, and BTW, the dogs were totally feeling my pain…

It’s great to have their support too.  😀

Week 22 of Teaching

Week 22 of my first year of teaching flew by!  It was great to have Monday off.  Personally, I think we should have four-day school weeks.  I’m sure my students would agree.  We need three-day weekends to recoup from all of the learning that’s going on!

So, Tuesday arrived.  I usually arrive at school between 7 and 7:15am.  I need that time to get myself together and refresh my brain on what I’m about to teach.  What I’ve recently begun doing first, though, is reading my devotion…

And yes, that is one of my knitted socks.  It is probably the second or third pair I ever made, way back when.  At that point in my knitting career, I was into striped yarns.  That is a Chevron pattern, which plays quite nicely with self-striping yarn.

Oh wait…this is a post about teaching.  Good gravy, but I totally lose my focus when I start thinking about knitting.  Sigh…my poor knitting needles are so lonely right now.

Ok…back to the teaching stuff.

Tuesday

Yes, that’s right.

My Seniors and Juniors began reading an excerpt from The Book of Margery Kempe.  We had read the background for this story the week before.  The excerpt was short, and we were able to read it on one class sitting.

We also had some very good discussion as we read.  Margery Kempe lived during medieval times, and led quite the interesting life, at one point becoming very ill and, in her words, being tormented by demons that made her do bad things.  But, she was healed by a visit from Jesus.

My students and I talked a lot about that.  We discussed how people exaggerate when writing to make things more interesting.  The kids thought that maybe she had suffered from a mental illness, not really sure that she had experienced a religious experience.  Personally, I don’t completely discount her story because I know that people have had experiences like this.  The Bible clearly illustrates examples of extreme demon possession.

Our discussion allowed us to share our religious beliefs.  I learned a few things about Islam.  Like I said, it was very interesting and, at the same time, wonderful that we could talk so openly.

My 6th graders continued working on the exercise we had begun the Friday before…replacing ho-hum verbs for more interesting verbs.  I absolutely LOVED hearing the discussions that were going on in the classroom as they worked in pairs and used thesauruses to find new words.  I heard them practice playing with words in the context of the sentences.  This exercise gave me a chance to explain how some words were not appropriate for sentences given the connotative meanings.  This was a very good lesson, and one that I was proud to be a part of.

In addition to the exercise, I conducted a mock spelling bee to prepare my students for the class spelling bee that would be held the next day.  Instead of counting students “out” when they missed a word, I allowed them to continue simply to give them more words to practice spelling.  It was a lot of fun.

My 9th and 10th graders had to turn in an important assignment…

Yep.  Sonnets!

We had spent quite a bit of time discussing the format  that Shakespearean Sonnets take, and they were charged with writing their own.  I wanted to assess their mastery of iambic pentameter (which also checked their understanding for syllables) and their ability to rhyme properly and create the three quatrains and one couplet that this format requires.

I will say that I was very disappointed when I saw one of my students writing his sonnet during lunch, which occurs right before that class. Regardless, I held out hope that he would be able to pull something out of his hat.

I instructed the class to read out their sonnets.

Without seeing the words on paper, I thought they had done a decent job.  Some of the students did not want to stand up and share them, but I insisted.  Learning to speak in public is very important.  Being able to articulate yourself is an important skill that people need to learn.

As I sat down to grade the sonnets that evening, I smiled when I read one of my student’s poem.  “N” had outdone herself, and she scored an A on the rubric.  The reason why I was so impressed was because she struggles in my class.  She is incredibly bright, but English is a tough subject…especially my English class.  She had proudly informed me, when she walked into class that day, that she had used a thesaurus to look up more descriptive words.  Instead of using the word “love,” she had used the word “passion.”

Do you know how much that meant to me?  THIS is why people teach!

She had also not misspelled one single word.  Spelling is another area that does not come easily for her, but she had taken the time to look up words that were difficult for her.

Again, my heart soared!

Being a teacher is so much more than imparting the knowledge that kids need to learn to meet certain standards.  It is about teaching kids to take pride in their work…to do their best…to go beyond what is requested to excel.

“N” had done this, and her grade reflected her effort.

I want to share a sonnet that a different student wrote…

TV

The talking heads make noise and hurt my brain.
And no one can be certain what they’ve said.
I turn the TV volume down, in pain.
And reach to plump the pillow on my bed.

Commercial time I click what do I see?
But other networks chatty pundits poised
To talk atop each other in a spree.
I fell assaulted bothered over “noised.”

I click around each channel and I find
Only tire some reruns I find boring.
I think perhaps that I might lose my mind.
Better yet, I must just start ignoring.

Tonight, perhaps, at bed time, I will look,
Instead between the covers of a book.

Very creative, eh?  It was a great way to end the day!

Wednesday

The 11th and 12th graders continued working on Margery Kempe and discussed characterization.  I had them work in pairs to find character traits and quotes from the story that matched these traits.  Again, the cooperative group exercise, like the 6th grade the day before, made me happy.  I really enjoyed listening to them work together, argue their points with their partners, and come up with what I was seeking from them.  I found that cooperative learning, as experienced teachers already know, is a wonderful, interactive way to involve students in the learning process.  It is a nice change of pace from simply listening to lectures.

I also assigned these students the task of creating outlines (due Friday) that would be used to write autobiographical sketches (due Monday) that reflected tone and vivid descriptions to describe illnesses they had previously suffered from.  Students were given rubrics as well.

When the 6th graders came into my class, they saw this…

They were psyched, and they had a hard time settling down.

Finally, they did, and we began.  Another teacher had graciously taken over the responsibilities involved with running the spelling bees at the school.  I was supposed to, but I was very nervous about doing it, and I just did not feel like I would be able to devote much time to setting it up with all of the work that I had going on…lesson planning and my other classes.

My students went around and around.  It finally came down to two.  They went back and forth a couple of times before one of them got out, and the other spelled his word correctly.  It was time for her to spell one more word.

Teacher “H” called it out…

“Dandruff.”

The class sighed.  She looked confused.

It was one of the words I had randomly chosen the day before during our practice in class.  This was completely unexpected.  I had no idea what words the teacher had selected for the bee, and she didn’t know that I had even conducted the practice the day before.

Of course my student spelled it correctly.

What a fun time!  She would have to prepare for the school-wide spelling bee, which would be held two days later.

Meanwhile, there was still class time left, so we began reading Maestro, a cute little poem.

Soon, it was time for my 9th and 10th grade classes…

During our reading of Act 1, we discovered that Paris had requested Juliet’s hand in marriage, and her father shared that she was not yet 14 years old and was, in fact, his only living child.

My class discussed how people got married quite young in those days and how the average life span was much shorter due to the harsh way of life, lack of medical knowledge, and other factors.  I gave them the chart above and asked them to research the facts for homework.

Thursday

I walked into my classroom at my usual time and discovered that my recycle box was missing.  Oh no!  I collect the paper and every couple of weeks take it to a local recycling center I recently discovered.

I took action.

I went to the copy room and emptied a copy paper box of its contents.

Then, I “decorated” it…

I am not very direct, eh?  heehee

So, Thursdays are the days I administer vocabulary tests to everyone except my sixth graders.

Every other week, I am giving my students Greek and Latin roots/suffixes/prefixes exams.  My test was hard.  Even though most of my students did well, a few of them told me they did not think the test fairly assessed their knowledge of the list they had to study.  I am going to take a closer look at the next test I already made and see if I need to change anything.  I really do appreciate feedback and need to always remember to assess my own assessments.  This is an important part of teaching.

I allowed students to work on their outlines after they finished their tests.

My 6th graders worked on Maestro, begun the day before.

My 9th graders took most of the class time to finish their tests, so that’s all we did that day.  However, before beginning the test, I passed back their sonnets.  Several had not done well, and they were disappointed.

I explained that I would allow them to write another one and, if the grades were better, I would replace the first one with the second.  I read something last week about a teacher who handed unsatisfactory work back to students, several times if necessary, until the students turned in quality work.  This was done to help them give their best effort the first time as well as to prevent them from scoring poorly.  This idea intrigues me, and I want to discuss it with other more experienced teachers.  I decided to employ this tactic with this assignment.  I still need to grade the new sonnets that were turned in.

My 10th graders…oh how I love them, but one of the students had gone home sick, so I gave the other student (yes, I only have two) his test.  Then, because I did not want to discuss information that my other student needed, I let him use the rest of class time as a study hall.  This is one of the downsides to having very small classes…especially when one class has only two students.  Teaching when half of the class is missing is discouraging.  It also makes cooperative learning difficult because putting girls and boys together in groups is highly discouraged because of their religious beliefs.

Sigh.

Friday

I walked into my room and guess what?  While my recycle box was in the classroom, the paper INSIDE was gone!

Oy!  The people who clean the school are from another country, and they do not speak much English.  I asked my principal if he could talk to them, and he told me the best thing to do was write a note that simply said, “Don’t Touch.”

So I did…before I left for the day.

Sigh.

My first two class periods prepared for and watched the school-wide spelling bee.

As I stood in the back, I couldn’t help but notice that the students were arranged separately…boys on the left and girls on the right.  Again, this is because of their beliefs.  Having primarily worked in public schools, it is still something that catches my attention every time I see it.

My 6th graders worked on questions from the poems we had recently read.  The questions required them to think critically.  I am really enjoying the unit we’re on.  The title is “What Makes You Who You Are?”  It has provided a lot of fodder for discussing the things that contribute to who we are…our opinions of ourselves, our families, the things we do together as families.  Incorporating “Language Arts” skills with real-life issues is very important to help kids relate to what they’re learning.

My 9th and 10th graders managed to finish Scene 3 of Act 1.  I realized that we have got to go faster if we’re ever going to finish Romeo and Juliet this term!  I am such an overachiever that is is difficult to remember that I can’t possibly teach everything there is to teach about a particular piece of literature.

I gained a new student in my 10th grade class.

She is a teacher at the school.  I think she teaches Islamic education.  She only has three classes, so she doesn’t spend a full day at the school, but she had, the day before, asked me if she could begin sitting in on one of my classes so she could learn more about English and strengthen her skills.  This is an amazing woman who takes classes at the college for the sheer joy of learning.

So, she joined my last class of the day.  I gave her a textbook, quickly brought her up to speed, and we began.  At one point, I mentioned that Juliet’s nurse is like Mamie in the  movie Gone With the Wind.  Although my students had not heard of the movie, the teacher had, and she quickly spoke up saying, “I watched that movie for the first time last week!”

We chuckled.  This is going to be fun!

I now have another week under my belt.  Bring on week 23!

Chicky Turns 19!

January 21, 1992, I was rolled into the hospital from my doctor’s office (which was attached to the hospital).  I was in danger of having preeclampsia, and that meant that it was time to have a baby.

As I sat in the wheelchair, I was filled with fear because I possessed an extreme dislike of hospitals and needles.  I also knew that I was about to experience pain like no other.  I had, after all, watched the birthing videos during my prenatal classes.

I begged the nurses to just knock me out and wake me when it was over.

I was hooked up to IVs, and bags of fluid dripped the hateful drugs that would induce labor contractions.

After several hours of nothing happening, the medical staff decided to give up for the day and get started bright and early the next morning.  I would be spending the night in the hospital.

The Mr. went home, and I was left alone.

It was a very long night as I listened to the sounds of women giving birth in the surrounding rooms.  They cried and often yelled out in pain.

The sounds of childbirth are not the most pleasant, you see, and, when you’re 21 years old, they are downright frightful.

I didn’t sleep much, needless to say, and I was grateful when the nurses came in at 5am to begin the inducement for the second time.  It was as if the events from the day before were a trial run.

It was January 22.

After a long day, a little bit of crying (but no yelling), my little Chicky was born.

She was perfect and scored a nine on the Apgar scale the first time the nurses looked at her and a ten a few minutes later.

Her chunky cheeks showed off the care I had taken of myself during the pregnancy.

It is difficult to describe the flood of emotions that descended upon me when Chicky was placed into my arms the first time.

For nine months, I had cultivated a love for this unseen child.  I had spent countless hours praying for her, especially during the month that I had been confined to bed rest.

As I looked down at her, snuggled in her newborn, hospital-issued blanket, I sighed with content.  I could not believe that this little person had, minutes before, been inside my body.

The miracle of the moment flooded my soul with an unspeakable joy.

The realization that she was mine was humbling.  I felt unworthy that God had chosen me to be her mother.  And yet, I felt extremely blessed as well.

It is hard to believe that those events happened exactly 19 years ago.

I feel as if the umbilical cord has been cut again as this is the first birthday that Chicky will spend away from me.  Had the distance been closer, I would have driven down to see her.

This is yet another big reminder that my Chicky is grown up.

In my mind, though, she’ll always be the blond-haired, blue-eyed little girl with a mischievous smile and a sparkle in her eyes…

Happy Birthday, Chicky!

You are a joy and a blessing, and I am honored to be your Mama.  ♥