





education and teaching






I spent the day in a sixth-grade classroom covering for a teacher wanted to go on today’s eighth-grade field trip. I met about 100 young men and ladies who are about to move into the seventh grade, students who will eventually turn out to be my students. I started each session taking roll and asking them about first impressions.
“What is a first impression?” I asked, and some really didn’t know. They’d heard of it, but they didn’t really know what it was or how we create those critical impressions that serve as the initial foundation for all future interactions.
“Are you making a first impression?” I asked Jose when I called his name.
“What are you doing that is creating a first impression,” I asked Sara ask I continued down the roster.
“What first impression have you presented to me?” I asked James when I got to his name.
“That’s making an impression,” I said to Nadia, pointing to her foot that bobbing up and down. She looked down then stopped immediately. “I’m not saying it’s a bad impression — I’m just pointing out that it is contributing to the first impression you’re creating.”
These are the basic social-emotional skills and awarenesses that so many kids are completely clueless about. They’re not aware of the simple fact that they are communicating with every single thing they do. They’re not aware that even when they think that no one is watching, that no one is drawing conclusions from how they walk, how they talk, how they interact with their friends — when they think they’re completely invisible.
This year's entries:

As the school year comes to an end, so does the rigor...
One of the real joys of the year is the eighth-grade formal dance. To see these kids out of uniform, being silly, having fun -- without a care in the world. It's a beautiful thing.








When students don't hand in work for an assignment, we enter a special code into the grade book to indicate that: NHI. "Not Handed In." Some students have not a single NHI in the whole grade book; others have a few more than zero.
That's how it always is; the breakdown is always according to class. It's always predictable:

The on-level classes are a different story. And the inclusion class, which includes a lot of special education students, is a category all by itself. That class alone, which has 27 students who represent 24% of all my students, has 46.29% of all the NHIs. Their NHI/student ratio is almost double the average for the whole group of 112 students whom I teach. One student alone, I calculated, is responsible for almost 5% of the NHIs herself.
P4 and P5 are honors classes. They have relatively few NHIs. Out of about 1300 grades (assignments times students for a given class), they each have in the 70-80 range. That's about 5% of all assignments not turned in. That's relatively high, I think, but they are middle schoolers. The bulk of the NHIs in those classes are from boys who don't really want to be in the class to begin with.
How many of these students will fail the class? None. Not a single one. Even the student who had 40+ NHIs out of 64 assignments. She will pass the class by about one point.
Why?
Because in the district's wisdom, NHIs don't count as 0; they count as 50. In other words, students do nothing and get 50% of the credit. What do they need to pass? 60%. So students can literally do three or four assignments per quarter and pass by the skin of their cliches.
"That's all fine and good," outside critics might say, "but what about when they get a job? What is that teaching them for a work ethic?" Forget about when they get a job; the 50 floor ends when they enter high school. So we've taught them that it's possible to skip most assignments and still pass, and then they'll get to high school and find their 60 in middle school translates to a 32 or so in high school.
Who thought this was a good idea?
We teachers like to joke that we should stop doing any work and demand 50% of our salary. "If the students can do it, we should be able to as well."
The truth of the matter is, though, that even if we didn't have this floor and gave students the grades they really earned, we wouldn't hold them back. Kids get socially promoted all the time, and they know that it's a district (or is it state?) policy that students can only fail once before eighth grade.
"You can't fail me. I've already been held back. You can't do anything to me," I've heard from students.
What about high school? If you fail a class once, will they be reluctant to fail you again? Do they socially promote students? I really don't know. I tell students they don't, but for all I know, they might.
And this is yet another reason the education system in our state is broken almost beyond repair...
One of the sweetest girls on our team drew a dry-erase marker portrait of the four of us.

It's that time of year when I'm of two minds: on the one hand, I'm tired of these kids. I'm ready for new, fresh blood. I know the ins and outs of each kid (sort of); I know what makes them tick; I know how they're going to react to this or that. And I'm ready for a new batch.
On the other hand, I love most of these kids. Every year, I think, "This is the greatest group of kids I've ever worked with. There's no way next year can be better." And it usually is. And so I'll miss them, and a part of me doesn't want to see them go.
But just a slightly bigger part does...
Time to move on, kiddos.
Congratulations to our girls' soccer team, who won the district championship tonight.

Several of my students are on the team, so I had to go watch this -- not just our school to cheer but individual students I'll see in class tomorrow and give high fives.
They went to extra time, scored at 0-0, and they won in the final minute of extra time. In a way, though, I feel awful about it: they didn't win on a big strike to the corner of the goal. It was a goalie mistake, pure and simple. Almost a beginner's mistake, I would say. The goal slumped down and began weeping. I felt awful for her: she's going to feel the whole team did their part, and then she let them down. She's going to relive the moment endlessly. She's going to beat herself up over that for weeks. And the team will (and already did) huddle around her and cheer her up, tell her everything is fine -- "We did the best we could!" But that won't help. At least not for a while.
Some days, out of seemingly nowhere, every single class clicks. Every period, kids are focused, doing what they need to do, and doing it well. Doing it thoroughly. And appearing even to enjoy what they're doing.



Where do these days come from? How is it that we're doing almost exactly the same thing we did yesterday and yet everything is different? How is it that the same students are here, even the students who can exhibit problematic behavior at times, and yet we have a totally different result?
The frustrating thing about it is the timing: we have 20 days of school left…