education and teaching
At Work
Sometimes
you just want the day to wash away in a blur and say nothing about it...
First Socratic Seminar
Fire
This year I'm trying a new starter: Write Into the Day. Basically, it's a short writing exercise that is intended to get their minds in a literary space. I've tinkered with it, changed a few things, altered how we share, but so far, I've left the core idea alone: write a few sentences about a given prompt.
Last week, one of the prompts was this: "What lights that fire in you to give it your all?" When I was reading the responses this weekend, I found this one:
Mr Scott because he wants me to be my best in school so everytime he talks to me in the hallway about how much brain cells I have. After we finish talking in the hallway and when I go to my class I'm ready to learn so He always fires me up every time in class so Mr scott fires me and I give it all I have.
These kids kill me: it takes the smallest thing sometimes. This boy was telling me early in the year that he couldn't do any better because he "only has two brain cells."
"What are you talking about? You've got something like 120 billion brain cells, and they all work just fine as far as I can tell."
The next day I saw him, I'd done some calculations, and I told him, "You know if all your brain cells were one second each, you'd have 3,800 years worth of seconds!"
"Really?!" He couldn't believe it.
The smallest things...
Planning
Fight
The Boy told me about it the moment I walked into the house. "There was a fight at school today. A big fight." Apparently, two boys got into it during lunch, and it happened right in front of the Boy.
"Were you scared?" I asked.
"Yes!" he replied without hesitation or self-awareness of the fact that such a response would definitely mark him at some schools among some kids. One of those involved was someone E knows, and he was a little worried about what was happening to his friend and a little worried about what might happen him.
"I'm definitely in middle school now," he concluded.
Tuesday School Thoughts
On the one hand, I'm responsible for teaching them to read and write better. That's my bottom-line assignment at work. Traditionally, that's all a teacher has ever been expected to do: teach the course material.
Yet some of my students fall under the rubric "at-risk" in one form or another. They can't stay focused for more than five minutes (at best) or five seconds (literally, at worst). They can't keep up with their materials until the next day (at best) or the next minute (at worst). They can't accept "no" as an answer, and they take everything personally and turn things into battles that have no business being fights to begin with. They come in without materials -- no pencil, no paper, no nothing.
These are the kids whose behavior, quite honestly, disrupts the learning of anyone and everyone else in the room. They are black holes for attention: their every second is a new event horizon to resist. Interactions with them can be quicksand, pulling everyone in and restricting movement completely. Working with them for five minutes can be utterly exhausting; working with them for a whole class period can have one questioning one's sanity.
Yet what option do we have as teachers? No one else is teaching these kids (only a few -- perhaps 7-10%, and not even that many who are so demanding and high-maintenance) these skills. At least it seems no one else is teaching them the skills. And someone has to teach these kids the basics of how to interact successfully with the world.
But it's so exhausting...
Lockers
Working
