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Halfway There

I’m currently enrolled in my first ESOL certification class.

After finishing up my fourth Reading Endorsement class (a humdinger of a course) a couple of weeks ago, I was hoping that the ESOL class would be a walk in the park.

I began the class last Monday (the 4th).

The Endorsement Gods laughed at me.

The class has been a little tougher than I’d anticipated.

Fortunately, I have an instructor who provides immediate feedback.  Despite getting the second assignment kicked back for a couple of corrections, things have progressed nicely, and I’m waiting to hear back about the most recent assignment I’ve submitted.

The classes are online and self-paced, with each class being comprised of ten sessions.  Those enrolled are “encouraged” to complete one session per week.

I’ve submitted six thus far…in five days.

It’s not because I am an overachiever.

Well, okay.  Maybe it is, a little.

What I am more concerned with, other than learning as much as I can…

😉

…is finishing as quickly as I can.

I am hoping to get paired up with an instructor for my final Reading Endorsement class…the practicum…so that I can have that certification added to my teaching certificate and my name removed from the list of “Out of Field” teachers…a list that will be sent to the State.

Although my current class has been a little more challenging than I’d expected, I am praising God for the way He ordains everything, including the order of the classes I’ve taken.

I truly believe that my Reading 4 class prepared me for this ESOL class.  I’ve already had to write two lesson plans for it…something I loathe doing.  Because I learned how to meticulously scaffold instruction in the previous class, I have been able to complete the required lesson plans with a lot less angst than if I had not gone through that other class.

God truly is good, even in the smallest details of my life.

A Typical Sunday in a Teacher’s Life

This is what my Sundays typically look like…

Last week, we began a new unit – Text Structures.  I had my students take notes all week, so planning was a little easier.  This week, we’re going to hit it hard, so the lesson planning is a bit more intense.  I’ve got to engage my students fully to help them understand the patterns in which authors organize their writing.  As a person who loves organization, this is right up my alley.  Trying to help students “get it” is another matter altogether!

So, while you’re napping the day away, think of me…and all other teachers out there striving to perfect lessons for the children’s brains we’ve been charged with impacting.

The First Graduate

On Wednesday, high school athletes around the country put pen to paper and signed Letters of Intent.

If you’re not familiar with this event, it is when the kids who have worked their hineys off for years and years sign the dotted line and commit to play their respective sports at two and four-year colleges.

My school was incredibly blessed.

Fourteen of our guys signed letters.

Three more will be attending prep schools for the first semester and transferring to other colleges to begin their playing careers.

Seventeen young men.

Most of them from impoverished homes.

They are going to college.

With much of their schooling paid for.

Some of our boys are going as far as California.  Others are staying closer to home.

It was an event that was televised through our school’s TV system.  Nearly every class tuned in.

It sent a strong message to the underclassmen.

Work hard.

Study up.

Stay out of trouble.

For me, there was an especially touching moment that day.

A young man I blogged about a few months ago, “T,”…the one who enveloped me in a strong bear hug as I exited a guidance counselor’s office in tears over another student’s situation, signed a football letter.

He will be attending college on a full ride.

This is something that would make anyone’s jaw drop; however, it’s even more incredible when you know the rest of the story.

He will be the first person in his family to graduate from high school.

Yes.  You read that right.

High school.

He was the last person called up to sign his letter during the long ceremony.

I think the applause given to him was the loudest.

His story is inspiring.

As soon as the ceremony was over, I was the first to hug him.

He has grown to mean so much to me…always quick with a greeting every time he sees me.

Now, don’t you dare start commenting with words such as, “You touched his life.”

That, in my opinion, isn’t quite true.

HE is the one who has touched MY life…changed it…with his gentleness…his thoughtfulness…his humbleness.

The average person can turn on the television or open a newspaper and read similar stories…students rising above their circumstances to do great things.

I used to be one of those people.

The stories were so remote.  They didn’t directly affect me.

And then I started working at my school.

And now I’m in the midst of these stories…watching them unfold before my very eyes.

Tears threatened to spill over as I returned to my classroom after the signing ceremony.

I am constantly reminded what an honor it is to do what I do every day.

Teaching is an AMAZING profession.

It’s not about getting a paycheck.

It’s not about having summers off and “supposedly” going home at 3.

For me, it’s not about what I do for my students.

It’s about what they do for ME.

I am different.

Because they are a part of my life.

I am different because I get to watch as young men like “T” become the first in their families to graduate.

I Think I’m Going to Pass FCAT This Year

Last Friday, I administered a very difficult test that required students to apply inferencing skills we’d been working on for the past three or four weeks.

Inferencing is a skill that does not come easily to struggling readers because it requires them to read between the lines to discover messages that writers do not explicitly express.

Students have to use clues from the text plus what they already have in their schema (that’s background knowledge for you non-education-industry folks) to reach conclusions.

As a person who often doesn’t “get” jokes, I can certainly empathize with my students’ struggles.

Many of my students did not do well on my exam, and I worried whether I had tested them fairly.

Barb looked over my test and declared it bona-fide FCAT prep material (i.e., an excellent test).

I was hesitant to return the tests to my students, but they weren’t all that surprised about the results.

They knew it had been challenging.

There were surprises, though.

One of my students, who is classified as ELL (English Language Learner – hails from a home where another language besides English is primarily spoken), had made one of the best grades in his class.  ELL students usually have a more difficult time with reading comprehension, so success comes in much smaller steps sometimes.

You should have seen the look on his face when he saw his grade.

I do not think I could have wiped that smile off if I’d tried.

Then, he said some of the most powerful words I’ve heard from a student, “Mrs. AuburnChick, I think I’m going to pass FCAT this year.  I have the confidence to do it now.”

Did you get tears in your eyes when you read that?

I felt tears form behind my eyes when he spoke those words to me.

This young man has a lot of struggles besides academics.

He’s been in my homeroom for two years, and I cannot say that I was exactly thrilled when he walked through my door this year as a member of one of my ninety-minute classes.

His reputation preceded him, I’m afraid, and his antics in class have been, shall we say, “interesting.”

BUT, and this is a huge word, something is clicking for him.

He has asked to be moved to a seat away from everyone else so he won’t be tempted by the distractions that others cause in that room.

His test score sparked something in him.

It sparked confidence.

This is something that most struggling readers do not possess.

They are used to failing.

The state board of education has repeatedly told them that they miss the mark, so they often give up.

They’ve been carrying around labels such as ESE, ADD, and other three letter acronyms for years, and they feel stigmatized.

My student even said as much to me on Tuesday.  He said that he feels dumb because he is classified as ELL.  These kids are smart, and they know what IEPs and 504 plans are.  They sit in on their own meetings.

My heart went out to him, as it does to every single one of my students.  They are all precious to me, and trying to meet their individual needs causes me much angst.

Rebuilding confidence is part of every teacher’s job.

We can only pray that they do experience success so that they can say, with a sure voice, “I think I’m going to pass ___________ this year.”

I Want to Learn

Yesterday afternoon, while picking up a black bean burger at a new eating establishment near my school, I ran into a student I’d taught last year.

“J” is a quiet young man who always showed great aptitude, despite the fact that he has been a struggling reader for years.

As is my custom when I run into former students, I asked how his classes were going.

Oh boy.

Twas a sad response he had for me.

He hung his head as he told me that he has been struggling…a lot…this year.

I asked him if there was a class in particular, and he pretty much said no, that most of his classes were giving him problems.

The reason why I asked was because I am certified to teach English and social sciences.  I feel qualified enough to offer before/after school assistance with either of these subjects.

He then told me that he’s really having a hard time in history.

I asked who his teacher was, and he told me.  He assured me that his teacher, whom I like a lot, is a good one; however, that he (meaning “J”) is a visual learner who does better with pictures.

I’m not kidding.

“J” used those exact words!

I asked if the teacher puts notes on the Smartboard, and he sort-of said yes.  Then, he went on to explain that the notes on the Smartboard don’t follow each part of the lecture, so it’s difficult for him to focus.

Then he told me that this is why he does better in math…because his teacher puts the problems on the board as they go.

Oh, how my heart went out to “J.”

Even as I listened, I thought about the things I’ve been learning in my Reading Endorsement classes and even just yesterday, as I read the material for my first ESOL certification class, which, by the way, is a lot of repeat information from the class I just finished.

We, as humans, have different learning styles.

Some of us process information best when we hear it.  Others do better with visuals.  Still others learn best by doing.

There are many different types of learning styles.  Any person who presents information to an audience needs to keep this fact in mind.

That is why car dealerships have fancy brochures…to appeal to the visual learners.  Dealerships allow customers to drive the vehicles. This appeals to kinesthetic learners…those who learn best by doing.

As a teacher who sees dozens of kids each day, it can be difficult to remember to include “something for everyone;” however, the conversation with my student reminded me how vitally important it is.

If he can recognize what he needs to be able to learn, then I, as a teacher, should be more cognizant of the special needs of each of my own students.

His ability to explain why he’s not learning is his way of saying, “I want to learn, but I need the tools that fit me best.”

I hear you, “J,” and I’m going to see what I can do to help you and all whose presence grace my room each day.

Inspiring Children to Read

One of my responsibilities as a reading teacher is to find ways to inspire my students to read.

Most of them hate to read.

The only things they willingly read are their Facebook updates, text messages, and fast food menus.

They care not for written prose penned out, or should I say “pecked” out, and printed on something we call paper.

We teachers have what are called “Book Talks” to get our kids interested in reading.

Last year, I watched as my friend, Barb, gave a book talk in my room.

Then, I tried to imitate her.

I quickly discovered that there is a difference between telling about a book and sharing about a book.

Anyone can tell about a book simply by picking it up and reading its book jacket.

To share about a book requires that you first READ it.

When you share, you do something more than recall mere facts…the who, what, where, when, and why.

You become animated as your entire being connects with memories of having read the book.

Your eyes light up, your heart races, and your voice shakes from pure excitement.

You are sharing more than just words.

You are sharing a passion…THE passion that was stirred inside of you when it was YOU who was reading the book.

Your excitement is infectious.

It’s way better than the flu.

It doesn’t hurt anyone.

Oh sure, it can lead one to lay around in bed all day, but not because of a fever…unless one is talking about a fever to read.

See, here’s the thing.

Kids are used to being given lip service.

They can smell sincerity a mile away…or rather deception.

Their ears have the uncanny ability to hone in on empty words that have no feeling behind them.

The first time I watched Barb give a book talk, she put her entire body into it.

The kids ate up every word that came out of her mouth.

Then, I watched as she pointed to various books on the bookshelf that used to be hers but which she’d generously donated to my prior-to-then empty classroom.

She told students details about most of the books on those shelves…

Because she, herself, had read them!

That’s when I started reading…

And ordering books…

And doing more reading.

Now, I even READ about books, and the process starts all over again.

On Thursday, I showed a book trailer to a group of students…about a book I’d just read a review on…and when I mentioned that I was going to order the book that very afternoon, they began arguing about who would get to read it first.

That is powerful.

But it doesn’t happen unless the fearless leader (i.e., the teacher) has laid the groundwork by first being the model…by setting the example.

Which is what I’ve been working hard at.

Here are a few of the books I’ve read lately that I haven’t told you about…

UnWholly, by Neal Shusterman, is the second book in the Unwind trilogy.  The third is rumored to be coming out later this year.  This book blew me away in the way it introduced and delved into very controversial topics…things we need to start getting the younger generation to think about.

The Lightening Thief, by Rick Riordan, is probably a book that I’m the last to read, I’ll admit, but cut me some slack.  I’m making up for lost time!!  I enjoyed this book and was able to connect back to it when I watched the most recent episode of Person of Interest.  I’d be reading the second book, except that one of the dogs pulled it off of my table and chewed it up.  I’m going to be ordering a replacement the next time I get paid.

Messenger, by Lois Lowry, is the third in The Giver series.  I cried as I read the ending of this book.  Characters from the previous two books, The Giver and Gathering Blue were reunited.  I got to learn more about them as the book’s underlying story unfolded.  This book and its simple yet descriptive language touched me to the core.  I am eager to read the final book, Son, of the quartet.  It’s currently making its way to my home even as I type this.

Hit the Road, Jack

Dear Fred Jones,

I am writing this letter to inform you that I am ending our love affair.

Yes, I realize that we were only together for twelve weeks, but quite honestly, you have fulfilled your purpose, and I am no longer in need of your attention.

Our time together taught me many things.

1.  I will be more in control of the little realm I refer to as my “Queendom.”  No longer will I allow others (i.e. the teenagers who enter my realm) to take advantage of me and control my emotions.

2.  You taught me how to ward off attacks to my confidence with one single look…the Queen Victoria look…solid…without emotion…relaxed jaw in check.

3.  I learned the importance of “The Turn…” slow…toes pointed out…arms hanging behind my back…steady gaze.

4.  You taught me that it’s pointless to argue back with a person who’s set on putting forth his/her demands or objections.  Listening, with a straight yet unemotional face, while not defending or arguing back, is the way to go.

5.  You taught me the importance of helping kids to save face by not calling them out in front of their peers but by having steps in place to help them recognize and correct their behavior on the sly.

So thanks, Fred, for all that you contributed to our brief relationship.

I know it won’t be long before you find a replacement (or two) for me.

Though they don’t know it yet, I pray that they take to heart the lessons you so enthusiastically wait to bestow upon them.

Sincerely,

AuburnChick

Psychoanalyzed By a Student

Oh word, but if I’d known what yesterday would bring, I think I would have stayed home with the covers pulled over my head.

It started off with a 7am parent conference.  I rushed out early and guess what?  The parent did not show.  Her son met me at my door and told me that his mom had woken up with a fever.

Sigh.

Then, first period rolled around and the class that I love so much forgot their manners.

One young man in particular has been walking on edge for several days, and I haven’t been able to figure out why.  I’ve been very cautious and have tried hard not to be the thing that pushes him over.  As a result, I have put up with a few things that I probably shouldn’t have.

Today, I just could not ignore the disruptive behavior any more, so I decided we needed space from each other.

He spent the day in in-school suspension.

That was not a good way to begin the day.

My next two classes came in, and something similar happened in each of them, with a student being removed/leaving from each of those classes.

Sigh.

Teaching can be very challenging.  As a teacher, you have to try to work things out in the classroom; however, sometimes bad/disrespectful/disruptive behavior continues to the point where the learning process is severely hampered, and other students are affected.

Needless to say, it was not an easy day.

Despite all of that, I did not find myself in tears.

Surprise, surprise.

I cried half of my first and second years teaching.

Maybe I’m growing up.

😀

What I wanted to share the most, though, was something funny that happened in the middle of the day.

Remember the first student I told you about?

Well, after first period, I went to Barbara’s office to get some feedback about the way I’d handled a quiz and how the rest of my day’s lesson plans should be tweaked.

Before I could say a word, Barb stopped me.

She had her own story to tell.

My student had paid her a visit while on a potty break.  Her office is across from ISD.

He walked in and immediately began complaining.

He then proceeded to tell her that there was something wrong with me…that I wasn’t acting right.

She laughed as she continued to tell me the story.

She assured him that everything seemed okay with me.

“Naw,” he said.  “You don’t understand.  Something is really wrong with her.  She’s got a personal problem that’s so deep she can’t tell even her best friend.”

Hmmm.

As Barb told me this story, I couldn’t help but find it ironic that my student was expressing some of the same concerns that I had been expressing about him, only he couldn’t use the same logic on himself.

Barb and I got a real kick out of the whole thing, and every time I saw Barb later that day, she would laugh.

In fact, when I was walking back to my classroom during lunch, I ran into her, the principal, and my friend, Maegan.

My face must have looked exactly like I was feeling…a bit overwhelmed.

Mr. Principal looked at me quizzically.

I responded by saying, “Don’t mind me.  I’m just mulling over the fact that I’ve got some deep personal problem that I don’t even know about.”

Barb started cackling, and she told him the story.

Lord have mercy.

Of course, I didn’t feel any better when, upon arriving home and telling the story to the Mr., he responded by saying, “I’ve been telling you for years that you have a problem.  That’s nothing new!”

Sheesh.

So, if you need me, I’ll be in the padded white room…trying to reach into the furthest recesses of my mind to uncover the mysterious “problem” the student diagnosed me as having.

Lessons From the Week

Oh my word.

What.

A.

Week.

Last week, we had semester exams.

This was a short week with Monday’s holiday.

The.

Kids.

Were.

Nuts.

Adjusting to different routines two weeks in a row proved difficult for my students.

We persevered, and in the process, I learned quite a few lessons.

Lesson #1

Be flexible…especially when there are changes in the works that you don’t have control of.

I’d planned quite a few things for Tuesday.  During my first class, I realized that there was no way we were going to get through everything, so I quickly adjusted and pushed the rest of the week’s lesson plans back.

This simple act freed all of us from the stress of trying to squeeze too many things into one day.

Lesson #2

Just because a class has a lot of behavior issues does not mean that the class cannot act as good as if not better than the “good” classes.

I learned this lesson on Tuesday.  I had changed my students’ assigned seats, and I was shocked when my first two classes (especially the most laid-back…my first period class) loudly resisted!

I dreaded that last class coming in and finding out what I’d planned.

To my surprise, they took the news the best and quietly moved to their new seats.

That is not to say that they liked their new seats.  I’d purposely placed people next to others who would “discourage” them from talking.

I gave them props, though, for stepping up to the plate.

Lesson #3

Kids love to perform.

I am currently teaching my students how to make inferences.  This is one of the most difficult reading skills for students to master.

I’d found a fun lesson plan idea.  Students first read a conversation (something I found online and cannot find a link to…comment on this post and I’ll email it to you) to themselves.  Then, I had them read the conversation aloud, taking turns reading the lines with their shoulder partners.

Before we did the partner practice, I modeled it for my students, using a volunteer to help me out.  I pointed out important clues like punctuation marks, turning this lesson into fluency practice as well.

When it was my students’ turn to do the partner reading, I walked around and listened.

I.

Was.

Amazed.

The kids were a little embarrassed at first, but they gained confidence and really got into their characters.

They read with a lot of expression, and I heard a lot of giggles…even from the boys.

I don’t know why, but it was only during my second class when I got the idea to ask a pair to volunteer to stand up and read the conversation for the class.

Two of my girls in fourth period got up, and oh goodness, what a show they put on!!!

Their delivery was PERFECT!

They had all of us nearly falling out of our chairs as we laughed with them.

We loved it so much that they performed it a second time.

During sixth period, the students who argue the loudest about class assignments had the most fun.  Some of the kids expressed displeasure when paired with their shoulder partners, but all was forgotten as the exercise continued.

Two of my students performed in front of the class, and everyone had fun.

Lesson #4

Don’t hesitate to call parents.  Although you might think a parent isn’t involved, a phone call usually proves this to be a false assumption.

I spoke with two mamas this week, and they were extremely grateful for the calls I made.  Talking to them gave me insight into their children’s disruptive behavior in my classroom and led me to empathize with the kids for the various things they are dealing with outside of my classroom.

I think that as the school year continues, teachers are less apt to call parents and rely more heavily on the discipline referral system…as an easier “fix.”

As Fred Jones likes to say, if the problem doesn’t get fixed within your classroom, it’s probably not going to get fixed.

Lesson #5

Lecturing students on misbehavior is pointless.

I watched a female student of mine completely shut down while I was trying to give her a “pep talk.”

I stopped the talk immediately and asked her what was going through her mind.

She told me that she hates lectures.

That’s how she viewed the conversation.

I apologized quickly.

I was reminded that I need to do less talking.

Lesson #6

Ask students more questions.

This is a lesson I’m learning from my mentor.

Every time I go to her with anything, be it a problem or celebration, she always asks a thought-provoking question, never allowing me to completely remain comfortable where I’m at but always challenging me to take my thinking and application to the next level.

THIS is what I need to do for my students.

If we, as teachers, are doing all of the talking, we’re merely spoon-feeding information to kids.

It’s information they don’t take ownership of because they have no part in creating it.

Asking questions does the same things for students that it does when my mentor asks them of me.

Questions require me to create answers, but I can’t create answers until I reflect.

How I answer is going to differ from how another person will answer because my life experiences are unique.

Such it is with the students I teach.

I need to ask more questions.

Lesson #7

Collaboration between teachers is a MUST if our children are going to succeed.

I’m not just talking about collaboration between teachers in the same department.

I think there needs to be more collaboration between teachers of different departments.

I’m currently working with a social studies teacher.  For our annual review (mine is actually a two-step process since I’m still a newbie teacher), we decided to work on vocabulary strategies for a select group of students that we share.

It’s been an interesting process, and the path hasn’t always been super clear.

This week, we made some firm plans that I am excited about.  I am going to look ahead at her textbook and incorporate informational text that contains supplemental topic material to support the content she’s teaching in her classroom.  I’m going to teach my students comprehension strategies so that they will understand the text I’m presenting to them.  The goal is that they will carry these strategies to her classroom.  She’ll follow up by using the same strategies in her room but with the textbook material.

This teacher came into my room yesterday because she needed assistance with something.  She came a little too early…before my class was over…so she got to watch while I taught my students.  She then participated in literacy stations, playing a main idea game with one of my groups.

Although her presence in my room was not exactly planned, it was a blessing.  She’s now armed with knowledge of how my classroom runs and the kind of language I employ when teaching strategies to my kids.

This can only reap good results…as in students who will be more successful as readers.  I am very, very excited!

Lesson #8

There is no room for drama in the classroom or anywhere else on campus, for that matter.

I know I teach teenagers.

I know they are all about the drama.

The drama stops at my door.

The same goes for adult drama.

This week, I discovered that I cannot do drama.

I had two days of it.

The first day was mostly my fault when I read more into something than I should have.

The second day was NOT my fault, but it affected me deeply and will probably continue to affect me for a little while.

While I cannot avoid the fallout from the second drama, I am not going to allow myself to be sucked in deeper by it.

My priority in my profession is the student body…those youngsters who walk onto campus each day.

They need me to be focused on THEIR needs and nothing else.

Drama puts the focus where it shouldn’t be, and I’m done with that.

I didn’t like what it turned me into…a person whose stomach and throat hurt because I knew in my soul that it wasn’t right, nor was my reaction to it.

How can I ever expect the students I teach to steer clear of drama if I don’t do it myself.

Lesson #9

I love what I do so much.

Although teaching has its ups and downs, I love it.

This is a lesson I learned my first year of teaching, but I felt the need to include it on this list because even when I’m having a bad day, I’ll be reminded by a student’s random comment or kind gesture that I am making a difference in my students’ lives.

Lesson #10

Sometimes, after a roller coaster week, you’ve got to cut yourself some slack and be bad.

This was my answer to the week.

Booya!

Don’t Over Think It

I am notorious for over thinking everything.

I am, after all, an overachiever.

In November, my principal and I met and discussed the upcoming lesson he was going to observe in my classroom.  During our meeting, he told me that one of my strengths was lesson planning.

Ha!

I actually laughed.

Fortunately, he is a kind man, and he did not take my laughter as a sign of rudeness.

I actually laughed because I was shocked.

I told him that lesson planning is the thing I struggle with the most, and he said some very wise words (he is the Principal, after all, and thus must exude wisdom—it’s part of the job description, I think).

He told me, “Nathalie, you over think your lesson plans.”

He was right, of course.

The reason why I over think is because I want things to be perfect.

Fast forward a few weeks to the Reading Endorsement class I had enrolled in.

It was my fourth…the dreaded Differentiated Instruction…which has a reputation for being b-r-u-t-a-l.

I had been dreading it.

It stretched from November to the end of January.

The first six assignments were fairly easy.  A couple of them were lengthy but not difficult on the old noggin.

Then whammo-slammo.

My brain got fried.

The final three assignments were LESSON PLANS.

And not your every day lesson plans.

Oh sure, when you take education courses to become a teacher, you have to write 20-page plans, but the reality of the job is that your lesson plans usually take up one or two pages.

The lesson plans I was being asked told to write were INTENSE.

The first was for phonological awareness/phonics.  High school teachers do not regularly teach these components.  We do build these skills into our lessons, but they usually occur incidentally…not explicitly.

Oy.

I cried and fought and cried some more for four days straight.

I questioned my teaching ability.

Yeah.

It was a grand old pity party.

Then I flashed back to my principal’s words…”You over think your lessons.”

I flashed further back to my friend, Maegan’s words last summer when I was taking the at-the-time-most-dreaded-class Assessments.  She said, “Don’t over think it.”  I didn’t and finished the class in two weeks, only having to re-do one itsy part of one assignment.

So, I stopped over thinking, and I got through it.  I cried tears of joy when I learned that my  lesson plan had been approved.

On to the second lesson plan – fluency/comprehension.

My kids do fluency practice twice a week, but once again, I do not explicitly teach it.

Oy!

This time, though, I was comfortable with the format of the lesson plan.

It’s very detailed.

Teachers have to write in EVERYTHING…everything they say…every way they model lessons…every way students practice, both in groups and independently…and the way students with special needs are accommodated.

This time, it only took me twelve or thirteen hours to complete the lesson…one entire fuzzy white robed day.

The plan was approved a couple of days later.

I had not over thought the plan.

This past Saturday, I woke up with grand plans…to write the final lesson plan – vocabulary/comprehension.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I love vocabulary.

I could eat, sleep, and breathe it.

The problem?

I didn’t want to act all full of myself.

They say that pride goeth before the fall.

There were so many vocabulary strategies to choose from!  Plus, the requirements are that both components are tied together somehow…that they naturally scaffold into each other.

I set up shop on the couch, in my white fuzzy robe, and proceeded to spend another twelve hours pecking away at my keyboard while pulling the right words from my brain.

I tried so hard not to over think.

The good thing?

I did not cry one single time.

That’s progress, People, progress!

Then, I turned it in and waited.

For two days.

On Tuesday evening, I received an email that said that my lesson plan had been approved and that my students were lucky to have me!

I love my teacher.

She always provided encouraging feedback on every lesson plan…within the document itself.

Here are a couple of snapshots so you can see what I mean (click the pictures to make them larger).  Please note that what I typed is on the left (each and every word…those are MINE!!!).  My instructor’s comments are on the right, in blue (gotta love Microsoft Word!!).

As you can see, there’s a lot more to being a reading teacher than helping students learn how to sound out words!

I am elated that I am finished with this class.  I have ONE more class to take before I will have my Reading Endorsement.  Unfortunately, I’ll have to wait until either summer or fall to take that last class.  That’s okay, though.  I’m starting an ESOL class in a couple of weeks…the first of either three or five (I’m still waiting to find out…there’s a bit of an issue about how many classes Reading Endorsement students have to take when getting ESOL endorsement).

Either way, I’m another step closer to being done with lengthy coursework.

Learning not to over think is a lot like teaching myself to RELAX.  It’s a daily struggle.  That sounds so silly, but for an overachiever, I struggle not against other people but against my expectations for myself.

Learning not to over think is a purposeful act that completely goes against my grain.

By golly, I will master this, of that I am sure, so that I won’t burn out and can offer more of my heart to the students I am privileged to serve.