Sunday, March 27, 2022

Education in a Shambles

You really have to not be paying attention very hard if you are unable to see the looming crisis in the education world. Pre-pandemic, there were very loud rumblings over concerns about funding, class size, topics of learning in the upper grades, and even book-banning. Teachers were struggling then, with the enormous weight of standardizing testing, class size, antiquated buildings, and heaps and heaps of initiatives piled upon other initiatives added to their proverbial plates.

Approximately two years ago, Covid came in and kicked educators in their fannies! I remember it well. On Friday, we had an all-staff meeting, telling us how things would look different on Monday. We had to just get through that next week and then we'd be on Spring Break. That Monday never came. Buildings were closed down in Kansas that weekend. And the teachers and their students cried! If I had known that was hoave been the last time I saw those sweet kiddos, I would have laughed at little more and hugged them a little tighter.

This lead to educators across the world changing the manner in which they were teaching. It brought to light the gross inadequecies of virtual teaching. Did the teachers give up? NO! That's who we are! It's built into most of our DNA. While most teachers were dealing with their own mental health issues from this world wide plague, they STILL went above and beyond to try and reach their students, innovating their methods of instruction on the fly. The world was in crisis. And teachers....just kept on teaching. It's what we do!

Two years, and lots of adaptations, later we are back in our classrooms. Here's the thing, though. Teachers are not the same as they were, pre-pandemic. Children are not the same as those that we taught, pre-pandemic. The way we clean up in our classrooms is not the same as it was, pre-pandemic, the families of our students are not the same as they were, pre-pandemic. Nothing is the same! All of us have suffered mental health crisis due to this pandemic.

Guess what didn't change. The number of students in a classroom, but teachers werre still supposed to "socially distance" them. Standardized testing didn't change. It was developmentally inappropriate and had severe class and ethnic deficiencies. The mental health of our students and teachers is at the forefront of this crisis. School leaders are preaching self-care, while teachers and students still have the same expectations, that were already in questions, pre-pandemic.

What did change? The socialization of our children and their families. Our students, now, have very different social experiences than their friends before them, Those play-dates, going out to eat, shopping, everything that involved social interactions was gone. Our kids don't know how to act in social settings because they never had a chance to practice acceptable behaviors in public. Yet teachers are expected to teach a given set of standards, with little or no regard for the social/emotional stages of our kids!

Our campus is currently doing a book study over Maslow Before Bloom. I love this book! In the very introducation of this book, Dr. Bryan Pearlman says, "If a students is hungry, exhausted, scared, traumatized, disconnected, lonely, or feeling like a failure, it will be difficult for that student to achieve at their highest capacity. BOOM! This is ALL of our students! Let me share this graphic with you all:


Take a really close look at this. This is the last time our students had a "normal" school year. If this doesn't stop you in your tracks, I don't know what will. Personally, this break my heart, especially for our students. Humans, by nature, are social creatures and the pandemic took all of that away. And the teachers? They kept on teaching, doing their best to provide a routine and learning for these children. It's what we do!

Let look at those teachers for a moment. They were already teaching "assembly line" curriculum from the big box curriculum companies. They already had to teach to learning standards that were not developmentally appropriate for their students. They were already teaching in buildings that had serious structural deficiencies.
Enter Covid. Teachers were tasked with finding a way to deliver instruction to children who couldn't leave their homes! Read that again: Couldn't leave their homes. How did teachers, then, meet the needs of these students, when everyone was home-bound. With not much direction at all, the teachers devised a plan (Not the administration, teachers).

This is what happened in my case, anyway.
  • Monday: Video chat (Individually)
  • Tuesday-Read aloud
  • Wednesday- scavenger hunt. Post your pictures to our class Facebook page
  • Thursday-another read-aloud
  • Friday-Zoom Sing-Alongs (which were hilarious, by the way) My students were so excited to see their friends and talk to them!
And teach them we did. We also went to their homes. While the student stood in the doorway. We stood on their porches and read them a story. We had families that would ask for an extra check-in, and we'd do it. Was there a directive for us about this method of teaching. No. Teachers found a way to make it happen, because we love our kids!
Teachers, put the needs of their students above everything else. I, for one, was really afraid I would bring the virus home, which would be problematic because my husband is a heart patient. I'm not the only teacher who felt this way. Thousands of us put their own health and saftey, and that of our families, on the line each and every day we walked through the doors of our buildings. Did anything change? Nope. Our students still have the same expectations as they did, pre-pandemic. We're still expected to teach the same standards, in the same order as we did, pre-pandemic. Well, guess what?? We aren't the same and our kids are definitely not the same. Our kids have lost the ability to socialize. It was taken from then by Covid. This rediculousness needs to stop! We need to give our kids the tools that they need to help them navigate their social/emotional healing from living through this. We need to appreciate our teachers for putting their very lives, and the lives of their families, on the line each and every day. We need to Maslow the living daylights out of these students before we can teach them to Bloom!

Teachers are leavening the profession in droves. Why? Lack of support from building and district administration, classroom behaviors, devlopmentally inappropriate educational expectations, larger class sizes, building social workers being spread thin, covering for other teachers who are out of our buildings, standardized testing (Our kids are not "standard kids." Why should we be assessing them with standardized testing?) If there is not a drastic shift away from traditional instruction to trauma-informed practices, I'm not sure how long our current education system can hold on.

There has been a massive wave of teachers leaving this nobel profession. In our case, at my location, we have not been fully staffed all school year. Kansas even went so far as to take away the 60 hours of college coursework required to be a Guest Teacher (substitute teacher) in our buildings. Now, all you need to do to be a Guest Teacher is to pass the background check and have a high school diploma, and still, we are not fully staffed. And let's not even go in to how this makes someone with years of experince and a degree(s) feel. (The mentally of "well, it looks like lawmakers thinks anyone can teach" is running rampant! This is not a way to help your veteran teachers feel valued.
A culture of care is necessary. If we could do this, schools would become a healtheir place of all stakeholders. Students would thrive emotionally, academically, and socially. Staff needs to be supported, connected, and able to self-regulate. The entire system would improve.

This can't go on. It can't continue. Something has to change, but it's going to need to be something, not just on a local level, but on a nationwide level. Our students and their families deserve better. Let's face it. Without those students and their families, none of us would even be teaching. Teaching isn't just a job. It's a calling, and those of us still doing this nobel work should be seen and heard. Not "feel" like they're seen and heard. Really be seen and heard. There's a huge difference!






Monday, March 14, 2022

They Have No Voice. They Have No Choice.

      Today, I was reminded of this amazing song.  I grew up listening to this song by The Carpenters, Bless the Beasts and the Children, especially the line, "They have no voice. They have no choice." Here are the lyrics. It's a beautiful song!

        Bless the Beasts and the Children,

For in this world they have no voice,
They have no choice.
Bless the beasts and the children,
For the world can never be,
The world they see.
Light their way
When the darkness surrounds them;
Give them love, let it shine all around them.
Bless the beasts and the children;
Give them shelter from a storm;
Keep them safe;
Keep them warm.
Light their way
When the darkness surrounds them;
Give them love, let it shine all around them.
Bless the beasts and the children;
Give them shelter from a storm;
Keep them safe;
Keep them warm.
Bless the beasts and the children;
Give them shelter from a storm;
Keep them safe;
Keep them warm.



     I have come to this song quite often throughout my teaching career, but it really hit home today.  You see, today I received and email from the foster mom/aunt of one of my students. In mid-December they had taken my student and her siblings in. It was confided to me that this child has been bounced around from relative to relative for the past two years....half her little life!  Now this sweet baby is going somewhere else to live and won't be coming back to us after Spring Break.  To say I'm heartbroken would be an understatement!
     We were just beginning to make some progress with her. She was finally trusting us. Beginning to come out of her safe, protective shell. Now she's being moved, yet again! Sometimes I wonder what Social Services is thinking. This little girl and her siblings have had no stability for at least the last two years, probably longer, since there had to be something going on to have them removed from the home.  I just pray for some stability, compassion, and grace for the three of them.  "They have no voice.  They have no choice."

 

Sunday, February 27, 2022

Children of Those Who Served: We Are Not Okay

        The photos coming out of Ukraine are heart-breaking. A tank just randomly driving over the top of a vehicle as it drives down the street. Thousands of people huddled in the subways,  Undetonated missiles in the streets. Two children, one holding a stuffed animal, the other with a toy rifle slung across his back.

      For me, the child of an Air Force pilot who's plane went down in Vietnam, I feel like I'm experiencing some sort of PTSD.  I flash back to that heart-broken child, refusing to go to school because Daddy dies while she was at school, so Mommy might die if she goes to school.  Watching the names of those who had lost their lives scrolling at the end of the nightly news.

     And the children....being a trauma-responsive educator, I think about what this invasion is doing to them.  Their fear is so very real!  I can't begin to imagine what it's like for them to hear the bombing and shelling.  Wondering if they'll even have a home to go back to. Those poor babies,  

      So, for now, I pray. I pray for the children, who, like me, have lost a loved one. I pray for the families who have been displaced. I pray for the president of Ukraine, who is staying to fight, who said "I don't need to be evacuated! I need ammunition!"  I pray for the U.S. troops that have been deployed to the region. I pray for the families of our military. Please let this madness stop!




Thursday, February 3, 2022

Sunday, January 9, 2022

Thoughts on the Teacher Who Put Her Son in the Trunk of Her Car

      Friday, the news broke that a teacher was arrested for putting her son in the trunk of her car to take him to a Covid testing site.  She says that she did it to keep him from infecting her, according to the warrant.  He is a thirteen year-old male. His mom is facing child endangerment charges.

     Here's what I think. These are just my thoughts...

     School districts across the U.S. are obtaining grants that offer teachers incentives for being in attendance. This is because of the catastrophic shortage of teachers and Guest Teachers (substitutes), nationwide. Our district has such a plan. Our is based on being in attendance ninety percent of the days that school is in session.

     So, out of one side of their mouths, school districts are touting self-care, while out of the other side they are saying we need you to be at school.  It is a no-win situation for those of us working in the trenches.

     Back to the mom that was arrested.  I am sure she is under the same pressures.  While I don't condone putting any child in the trunk of a car, this teacher-mom was probably pushed to the point of not knowing what her options were.  How could she get her son tested without exposing herself or any of her other loved ones?  

     There are home testing kits out there, but the Federal Trade Commission warns us of their validity.  She was doing what she thought was right, getting her son tested. Did she need to put him in the trunk? Undoubtedly not! This makes me think of the adage, "Desperate times call for desperate measures."  I don't know her circumstances. In my heart, I believe she was trying to do the right thing: Get her son tested, while trying not to catch the virus herself, and lose time off from work, knowing how desperate the situation is with the public schools. I believe she was at a crossroads.

     Bottom line? It's a shame that the actions of some push well-meaning people to do things that they wouldn't ordinarily do.  Do I think this woman goes around with her kids in her trunk? Of course not!  Do I think that her actions were driven by the teacher shortage and job-security.? Absolutely! It will be interesting to see how this plays out...

Monday, January 3, 2022

Mindset

       I will be the first to admit that the past several months have been rough. Our house was on the market. I accepted a teaching position two and a half hours from home, and took up residence in our daughter and son-in-law's basement. (They hadn't even been married a year, yet.). Learning a new school system and curriculum as I taught (I was hired the day before school started!) Meeting new colleagues. Wrecking my car the day I moved in to our temporary living situation (Not my fault. Some jerk-face ran a stop sign.). To say the last six months have been stressful would be an understatement!!

     Through it all, prayers have been answered, on God's time.  The house in Hutch sold. We found a duplex that will work, temporarily, at least through the end of the school year, so I am no longer living in our daughter and son-in-law's basement. Insurance totaled my beloved Jeep Wrangler, but we were able to replace it with another vehicle. I am finding my way through all of the ins and outs of a new school system, district, building.

     As I've had time to reflect during Christmas Break, I have come to this conclusion: It's all about your mindset.  Sometimes God doesn't answer prayers in the way that you think He should, but that doesn't mean your prayers aren't answered.  I am blessed to work with some truly amazing and compassionate educators!  We team-plan our lessons for each week. I believe that we're all on the same page about the needs of our students and their families.

     I let all the stressors get in the way of what truly matters, professionally. That is, and will always be, the kids. They are why I do what I do each an every day.  I will admit that I got bogged down in the district's expectations, and while trying to meet their demands, I lost sight of the kids. But no more!  Even if it's not on the lesson plan, I will do what's best for my students and their families. If that means a short detour for the day, then so be it! If it weren't for these sweet, innocent children, none of would have a job! I let that get lost.

     There are a couple of sayings that floats through the education world: "Every child was put in your classroom for a reason."  and "Close the door and do what it best for your kids."  Moving forward, that's going to be what I do and back to how I teach. Bring on 2022!



Monday, December 27, 2021

#OneWord 2022: "Difference."

      Do you know "The Starfish Story?"

     This story is why I chose the word "difference" as my #OneWord2022.  The first time I heard this story was when a friend of mine used it in her speech to the school district after being recognized as our district's Elementary Teacher of the Year.  Just to know this lady leaves you feeling blessed! Instead of saving starfish, though, she used it as a simile to saving the children that we teach and challenged us to make a difference in the lives of our students.  Well, sweet friend, that challenge was accepted the moment I heard this story! 

     Twice, in my teaching career, I have heard an administrator say to me, "You can't save them all."  I have to admit, both times this really angered me.  The first time, I was too dumbfounded to even have a response. The second time, I was a more seasoned teacher, and I had been busting my butt for a particular student. Following a parent meeting, the principal looked at me and said, "Well, you can't save them all." I was livid! All the time and energy I was putting in to this child. All of the interventions and documentations. I could see the potential in this student! I looked at her and said, "Seriously?" "Yep." was her response. I stood up, looked her straight in the eye and said. "If making a difference every day, in the lives of my students, is not my goal, then I'm in the wrong damned profession!" and walked out of the conference room.  How can a building, or even district leader be so callous?

     This is my mantra:  "It made a difference to that one."  It ties in perfectly with my mission and goal in life of being a trauma-responsive teacher.  This is why I have chosen "Difference" as my #OneWord2022.