Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Reflections on Year 39

      Oh, boy. Where to start? 

     I was hired by Topeka Public Schools the day of Back-to-School Night, the day before school started.  We were still in the process of packing up our home in Hutchinson and moving to who-knows-where, so weekends were spent driving from Topeka to Hutch and back to Topeka every weekend. This was a 2 1/2 hour drive each way.  I would leave as soon as school was out on Friday, drive home, spend the weekend packing boxes and doing laundry, then drive back to Topeka on Sunday afternoons.  I was so blessed to be able to stay with Abbey, our middle child, and her husband, Alex!

     I felt like I was already behind the proverbial eight ball.  Because of when I was hired, there was absolutely no training period, no time to get the room ready, no opportunity to familiarize myself with the curriculum, not really a chance to settle in.  I just hit the ground, running.  Topeka is a technology-driven district, so the learning curve for me was very steep and I felt like I was playing catch-up for a long time.

     Without saying too much about the area of our school for the safety and protection of the families, Pine Ridge Prep is in the middle of a subsidized housing development.  From it's inception, the school was a brain-child that students would be able to walk to school. This location has it all! There are three buildings that each house a classroom, a separate building that houses a food and clothing bank for the community, an empowerment center that helps adult find jobs and/or get their GEDs, a health center, and a Parent-as-Teachers building, which helps families with children who are not yet old enough to come to school. It truly has almost anything a family would need.

     The bottom line is the children.  It doesn't matter where you live. Children still have the same basic needs: to feel safe, to be fed, and to be loved.  That doesn't change no matter where you work and these precious children were no different!  Honestly, I believe that it was the children that kept my sanity! They were, and have always been, my focus.

     Fast forward to November.  The house in Hutchinson sold, so we needed to find temporary housing in Topeka, until the end of the school year.  We found a duplex in a decent area of town and then began the process of sorting through what we could take to the duplex and what had to go to storage.  Downsizing from a five-bedroom/four bathroom home to a duplex was no easy task!

     One day, after work, I went to the city offices to turn on the utilities and get groceries.  It was to be the first night I would be staying in the duplex, and not Abbey and Alex's basement.  I was literally a mile from the duplex when some idiot ran a stop sign and I hit him, totalling my beloved Jeep Wrangler. I still miss that car!  Because I was experiencing chest pain and my wrist hurt, Abbey drove me to the hospital.  Nothing was broken. I had a serious burn from the air bag and bruising from the seatbelt.

     But life goes on and so does teaching.  We were able to finish the year strong and I felt like the students and I were really a family!  They became such kind and caring little people, who gave the best hugs!  Eleven of them graduated from preschool, outside, on a record-breaking day of heat, in little robes and mortar boards. It was so adorable!

     As I reflect, it was a year of trial and tribulation, curses and blessings, and the cutest little people in Topeka!  I fully believe that God puts us where we need to be and this year was no different!

     

Thursday, May 19, 2022

Becoming a Published Author





     Holy smokes!  Who would have ever thought that a girl from small-town Nebraska would have become a published author? I have to admit, I'm still a bit dumbfounded!

     A posthumous that you to my second grade teacher, Maxine Moore, who's love and compassion made me want to even become a teacher.
     To Jim Sporleder, who gave a name to everything I think teaching should be.
     To Katie Perex, who gently nuged me to share my story and my beliefs.
     To my family, for encouraging me and believing in me.
     To my friends and colleagues who have supported me on this journey.
Thank you!  It truly take a team. Thank you for being part of mine!

 

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

More than a Number on a Spreadsheet

      I cannot and will not be silent anymore! This madness has got to stop!  Our children are more than just a randome data point on someone's spreadsheet.  They are human beings. They have bad days and good days. Just like everyone else.  To refer to them by the number they show at any given day of the week is just so wrong!

     I cannot emphasize enough that standardized tests are just a snapshot of one moment in time. In no way does it tell you the most important things about that child, like do they have a safe place to live, do they have food and clothing? Is someone home at night to read to them?  THAT'S what's important about each child!

     As I sit here, trying to put in end-of-the-year data on my preschoolers, I can't help but think that in no way doe this reflect who my students are.  It's not right!  It's not fair!  My students are so mjuch more than what the precious data shows!

***End of Rant***



Saturday, April 30, 2022

It Is Critical To Maslow Before Students Can Bloom!

      First, a little background on Maslow and Bloom. 

     Abraham Maslow was an American psychologist.  His hierarchy of needs framework is a popular theory of motivation.  In this theory, Maslow states that our actions are motivated by our physiological needs.  Most often this is represented by a pyramid, with the most basic needs at the bottom and the more complex needs at the top, as pictured below.



     Benjamin Bloom, also developed a theory around how children learn, called Bloom's Taxonomy.  This framework suggested that various levels of skills and abilities are how children learn.  This pyramid is shared below.

     Many educators have heard the term; "You need to Maslow before Bloom."  Basically, this means that before a child can ever learn, their basic human needs to be met first.  This fact, while present before the world-wide pandemic, was brought to the forefront during the pandemic and after.  Kids are coming in to schools today without having their basic needs being met!  During the pandemic, our children were isolated. Isolated from extended family and from their peers, as well.  This leads to what many in the education field are calling "Learning Loss."  I will jump up on that pedestal and say to you, "They lost a hell of a lot more than just their learning."  The students we are seeing now have strong social and emotional needs. Check out this chart below:
     This is a chart showing the last time students of varying grade levels had a "normal" school year.  Abraham Maslow will argue that these children, now labeled The Pandemic Kids, will not be able to meet the stringent guidelines set up by some arbitrary textbook printing company until their basic needs are met.  If these needs are not being met for a child, there is no way that they will be able to meet the demands of "Learning Loss."
     Social-Emotional Learning is now more important than it's ever been.  SEL is not about teaching the student what to think. It is about teaching the child how to relate to any given topic in regard to their own perspectives and environment. It's too bad that the importance of this has been politicalized to the point of  being something bad.  It is merely a universal means of  getting a high quality education that prepares them for school, work, and life. The whole world has been going through something the likes of which many of us have ever seen.
     The core principles of SEL have been a part of educational philosophy for ages.  When our kids were in school, it was called "Life Skills" class.  Same thing. Different words.  The educational world does that a lot; changes labels on things.
     What SEL does do is to help kids (and adults) learn to regulate themselves in ways that will help them get along in school and within their communities.  If SEL is prioritized in schools, our students can learn, in a safe, non-threatening environment. It gives our kids a sense of belonging, a feeling of being valued, which is super-important to social and academic success.  Social and emotional skills kids learn can include goal setting, stress management, team building, and learning perspectives of others.
     Schools that have implemented strong SEL programs have dedicated time to practice social/emotional skills, opportunities for the students to have buy-in (such as helping to plan the class expectations), within a strong and supportive environment, and this is one component of what will help combat "Learning Loss."  My other thoughts of Learning Loss is for another blog...












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!