If someone had told me what a roller coaster ride Week 25 was, I might have stayed home and pulled my head over the covers!
It all started with the duck incident (you might remember reading about that).
Because I had gotten a sub the previous Friday, I had some catching up to do.
I had the unpleasant task of returning vocabulary tests to four of my classes. One of my classes had done quite poorly, and the projects they were turning in were not good at all.
However, I had a plan.
Because I had graded their exams over the weekend, I knew I had to take drastic action. Talking to Chicky last Sunday had led me to adapt an instructional strategy that one of her professors is using to my own class.
But first, I faced my juniors and seniors. I handed them instructions and rubrics for a new project – a 1,500 word short story – a modern day version of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. I set the due date for the following Monday.
Later, my 9th graders filed in. Poor kids. They looked defeated when I gave them their test back. They grumbled when I told them that I wanted them to create stories with the week’s vocabulary words, leaving the words as fill-in-the-blank for other students to fill in later.
Then, I had to give them their projects back. Many of the projects had only been completed halfway, and the ones that were finished were not up-to-par.
I am learning a lot in my certification classes. One of the things that has struck me the most is that if students do not master a lesson, then you do not move on until they do. I’ve never had a teacher do that for me, so this concept is rather new.

Tuesday went a lot like Monday. I simply must start writing parts of this post daily because I am getting where I cannot remember much! The brain is simply running out of room, folks.
I do remember doing poetry with my 6th graders, but that is the theme for this nine weeks, so saying that is kind of lame. 😀
Wednesday was fun. My 9th graders came into class with their stories, and everyone exclaimed how much the exercise had helped them learn the meanings of the words. I figured I’d hold my breath until they took their tests the next day, but their enthusiasm was catchy.

Thursdays are always test days. I prefer to test on Thursdays so I can get stuff graded and handed back before weekends.
When I got home that afternoon and sat down to grade, I held my breath. Grading my 9th grade tests usually results in disappointment, frustration, and angst.
Oh. My. Goodness.
My jaw dropped, and I exclaimed in delight as I graded one test after the other.
With few exceptions, the grades were good.
Very good.
Thirty points better than the average good.
I was shocked and eager to share the news with my students.
I called one student’s mom. It was one of those rare times when a phone call home meant something good instead of something bad. She was pleased to receive the information.
I was so tickled that I baked a batch of brownies for my students. I wanted to surprise them.
On the way to school on Friday, look at what I saw…

Yeah. I managed to stay a good distance away. The entire duck family crossed the road, unharmed. I hoped it would be a good day.
It was.
In most ways.
When my 9th graders came in on Friday, I handed them their tests first.
They smiled and proudly showed off their grades to each other.
Something amazing happened in that 40 minutes (Fridays are short days).
Those kids sat up straighter in their chairs.
They looked me in the eye.
They smiled.
Even when I had to give them their projects back to revise a third time, they continued to smile.
I think that maybe, just maybe, they are beginning to see that I am on their side.
One of my week’s certification reading had been about motivating students.
My personal schooling is resulting in fruitful action.
Oh, but before you think that I am all that, I must share a FAIL (lingo for a not-so-good teaching moment).
Remember that 1,500 short story I assigned my 11th and 12th graders?
Well, rough drafts were due on Friday so we could do peer reviewing.
I had been mulling over a timing issue with this project, but I had kept quiet because I had been riding the fence on it.
When my seniors came in, they asked if I would extend the due date by a week. I said “no” at first, but then the more we talked, the more I agreed that a new due date would work better for everyone.
I wound up deciding to give them two more weeks and to count this assignment as their final exam for this term. It encompasses everything we’ve been studying this term, so it is an appropriate assessment.
They were relieved.
But then I had to break the news to my 11th graders.
These kids are like me…overachievers.
As I began to talk to them, I sucked in my breath. This was going to be difficult.
Oh you guys…you have no idea how hard it was to see some of my students’ faces fall when I told them they wouldn’t have to turn in their stories for two more weeks.
One of my students had stayed up all night. I’m talking until 5:30 in the morning – just to get the rough draft done.
I told her she had every right to be angry. She politely avoided that rhetorical statement.
I cannot imagine how angry those parents must have been when their students went home that day.
Ugh.
I apologized at least thirty or forty times.
Clearly, I had not thought through this assignment very carefully. This was also one of the rare times when I was not decisive.
Ugh.
Double Ugh.
Either way, the new deadline stands. Hopefully they will forgive me before the end of the school year.
And so I had a WIN and a FAIL this week. Oh, I’m sure that I had more than just one of each, but those are the main ones I remember.
I am glad to put Week 25 to bed and am looking forward to Week 26, which I spent Sunday prepping for…

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