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What’s Wrong With this Picture?

Teachers everywhere are enduring lots of changes in the performance evaluation systems in our districts.  Such changes are mandated by national incentive programs such as Race to the Top.

Ultimately, the goal is to improve the quality of education that this nation’s students receive.

My state’s evaluation system is complicated.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a newly hired teacher or one who has been around for a while.

Everything is confusing.

We’re doing our best, though.

Last year, new teachers like myself were observed twice.  Data was put into the computer, but we had to wait for student performance on the FCAT to find out what our overall rating would be.  Ratings ranged from Unsatisfactory to Highly Effective.

Nobody really had any idea how all of the numbers would be meshed together to arrive at our final rating.

Well, today we received our final numbers…along with the “explanation” of how our numbers were calculated.

Take a look…

 

Yes, folks, that is my performance rating, in a nutshell.

If someone can explain this to me, I’d appreciate it.

Make sure you dumb it down, though.

I am but a mere reading teacher who doesn’t have a *@!&# clue what any of the symbols above mean, much less how they correlate to the work I do in my classroom.

Based on my mere three years in the classroom plus two years subbing, here’s how I think the formula should read:

# of hours spent making lesson plans PLUS number of students giving it an honest effort MINUS absent parental/guardian support MINUS parental/guardian accountability PLUS # of hours teachers spent nurturing and encouraging students PLUS the # of hours teachers spent holding students accountable for things parents let slide PLUS # of dollars teachers spent out of their own pockets funding activities and buying supplemental material, books, and magazines to benefit students PLUS # of tears shed by teachers over lost students, rude comments, and sheer exhaustion PLUS # of hours spent at extracurricular activities that teachers’ students are participating in PLUS # of smiles exchanged between teachers and students PLUS # of aha moments

EQUALS teacher rating

If the number comes out greater than 0, the teacher gets the distinguished recognition of having made an impact on a child’s life, and the teacher moves on to teach another day and another classroom of students.

My formula is way easier than the other mumbo jumbo, don’t you think?

God is in Control

I will not post particulars about the election, nor will I share who I voted for.

What I will say is that I have grown to loathe politics.

I think that people start off with good intentions when they begin their climb through the political ranks.

Somehow, the demands of trying to please so many groups of people becomes too much, and those in office give in to the temptation to blur the lines of what they originally stood for.

This makes elections difficult as candidates sell their souls to the devil, so to speak.

Their allegiances to various groups winds up bogging them down in rhetoric that makes them lose face and credibility in others’ eyes.

I am pretty much what you would call naive as far as politics goes.

I don’t understand the ins and outs of financial and foreign policy issues.

I don’t really understand such things as illegal immigration, although I am a naturalized citizen.

Wealth, poverty, and taxes…all I know is that these things are a part of life.

As a teacher, I deal with folks from every realm.

I don’t discriminate.

I try to forge relationships so I can fill in the gaps for these amazing children.

In other words, politics takes a back seat to everything else in my life.

I can’t say that I trusted either candidate in this presidential election.

That’s sad, is it not…that I can’t even trust the person who is supposed to be the figurehead for the country I am a citizen of?

Yeah.

My one comforting thought is that God is in control.

I put my trust in Him, for I am but a temporary resident of this earth.

My citizenship is in Heaven, and I’d rather place my trust in God, who doesn’t speak out of both sides of His mouth…whose words are always the same…whose IS the moral code that our man-made laws are built upon.

I love the words of the song below.

Read the words as the song plays and place your trust in God.

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God is in Control – Twila Paris

This is no time for fear
This is the time for faith and determination
Don’t lose the vision here carried away by the motion
Hold on to all that you hide in your heart
There is one thing that has always been true
It holds the world together
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know Oh,
God is in control, oh God is in control
History marches on
There is a bottom line drawn across the ages
Culture can make its plan oh, but the line never changes
No matter how the deception may fly
There is one thing that has always been true It will be true forever
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control
We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know
Oh, God is in control, oh God is in control
He has never let you down
Why start to worry now?
Why start to worry now?
He is still the Lord of all we see
And He is still the loving Father
Watching over you and me
Watching over you, watching over me
Watching over every thing
Watching over you, watching over me
Every little sparrow, every little thing
Oh, every little thing, oh
God is in control
We believe that His children will not be forsaken
God is in control
We will choose to remember and never be shaken
There is no power above or beside Him, we know
Oh, God is in control, oh God is in control
Oh God is in control
Oh God is in control

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQHlKc8DrB4

BYX Parent Weekend

I took a half day off on Friday so I could travel to Auburn to visit Rooster.

It was Auburn’s homecoming, but I was mainly going to see my boy and attend his fraternity’s parent dinner.

The Mr. and I met up with Rooster and spent time chatting with him in his dorm room. His bedroom was a bit of a disaster because he had hosted Chicky, my nephew, and Chicky’s roommate last weekend…
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We ate dinner together and then attended the women’s volleyball game, where we scored free t-shirts…20121103-210921.jpg

We had so much fun! Aubie and the cheerleaders were there, and the crowd was loud and supportive.20121103-212619.jpg

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The walk to and from the volleyball venue was gorgeous. The campus is a pretty place at night!!20121103-211405.jpg

We bid Rooster goodnight and headed to our hotel.

The next morning, we got an early start. it was just us, a squirrel, and the few other people securing good parking places.20121103-210814.jpg

Of course, a trip to Auburn always involves shopping. I splurged a teensy bit…

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I returned to the car to drop off my water bottle and was supposed to meet the Mr. at the Alumni Tent. Well, I got lost. Along the way, I did run into part of the band and enjoyed their little per-game show…
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Meanwhile, the Mr. had bought a couple of tickets. Boy did we luck out! We sat on the 50-yard line, row 16, next to the student section…

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The view was amazing!!

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We won…finally!

We met up with Rooster after the game. It was sweet to watch him analyze the game with the Mr. as we walked around campus…

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As we walked, we passed below the toilet paper-laden trees (they are still very sick though)…

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We had a lot of fun shopping and bought Rooster a new bow tie and a pair of plaid shorts. The boy is developing a great sense of style!

We left him to return to his dorm, while we ran to our hotel to freshen up for dinner.

When we drove back to campus, I stopped by Toomer’s Drugs to get my lemonade fix…

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Then, it was time for Rooster’s fraternity’s parent dinner.

We were treated to a slideshow that gave us glimpses into the last two months of our boys’ lives. What fun they’ve been having too!!!

The president and the chaplain spoke, and I was moved by their sincere words.

BYX was started at Auburn in 2008, and it has been growing slowly ever since.

Its mission is to provide a place where Christian young men can strengthen their faith and serve as an example to others that college guys can serve the Lord during these still-formative years of their lives.

This is an impressive group of young men, and I am so thankful that God led Rooster to them.

It is a tangible sign that God’s hand is on my boy, and I find that incredibly comforting when I can’t always have my eyes on the sweet boy I gave birth to so many years ago.

Saying goodbye was bittersweet. Rooster always makes me feel loved and appreciated.

I’ll get to see him in a couple of weeks, and you better believe that I’ll be counting down the minutes, as I do when I know I’m about to see either one of my babies.

Sign of the Times

I walked into the office at school today and saw this on the counter…
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I stopped when I noticed something different on the box…the bank cards and electronic gadget!!

Since when did Monopoly have bank cards?

I was so surprised!

I remember the days of arguing over who would be the banker. There was a rush of joy that accompanied the responsibility of dispersing money. There was evil delight when game players went bankrupt.

Now, you guys know that I love gadgets, so I will admit that the whole “slide the bank card through the thingy” makes me happy, but I cannot help but get philosophical.

What are we teaching kids by having them use plastic?

What does this say about having cash to back up our “borrowing?”

I guess, ultimately, this makes me feel both sad and old at the same time.

This game is a classic. It has always been the go-to game that stayed the same.

Not anymore! It went through an overhaul when I wasn’t looking.

This is what you would call a sign of the times, eh?

Desperate for Free Candy?

Last night, I was given one of the lamest comments ever.

It all started when my doorbell rang for the upteenth time.

Oh sure, the kids were adorable.  I enjoyed seeing their excitement as I opened the door with my bucket of candy in hand.

They loved peeking through the broken window shade and looking at the dogs too.

What got me, though, was one such door-opening.

I found an adorable little child.

I can’t remember if the child was a girl or a boy or even if the child was sitting in a stroller.

What I do remember is handing a piece of candy to the child and the child’s little friend.

Moms were standing at the door too.

No problem.

Moms accompany wee children when trick-or-treating.

BUT…

After I handed one of the babies his/her candy, one of the moms opened up a bag and said, “”Mommy is taking donations too. It’s for the fetus.”

I stood there with my mouth hanging open in shock.

First of all, the woman did not look pregnant.

Of course, neither did I way back when, but I was lucky if I weighed 100 pounds soaking wet.

So, who was I to judge.

Still, her comment was too forthright for my taste, and her demeanor was that of expectation, not askance.

I did not know what to say.

This was one of those times when I wished I’d been given the gift of a quick wit.

I did raise my eyebrows and say, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that one,” before sticking one smooshed piece of chocolate in her bag.

I also gave her the stank eye as I closed the door.

I posted the comment on Facebook, and one of my teaching friends, who happens to live in the neighborhood across the street from me, told me she believed she’d gotten the same woman at her door.  She’d also gotten the same spiel.

Wow.

Some people really have nerve, let me tell you.

If her child had not been there, I don’t know what I’d have done…probably not even opened the door.

Honestly, I think I would still be dumfounded by the brazenness of it all.

This peeves me because I’ve always considered myself trusting of people.

Obviously, I’m too naive.

I’m not into giving handouts.

I’ll splurge on things for the babies I teach, but mamas who are looking for free candy?

Give me a break.

Go ring some other fool’s door.

I.

Am.

Done.

Next year, I may not even turn on the light.

Adults can be so stupid and ruin good, clean, honest fun.

Thanks for spoiling it for the rest of us.