Friday, December 30, 2022

One Word 2023: "Hope"

      As with my past five words, they have just come to me. When "hope" came to me, I had to wonder, "Why had this never come to me before?" My favorite scripture is this one:


     It's even a song that is sung as the benediction in my hometown church each Sunday. Here is the refrain: And He will raise you up on eagles' wings
Bear you on the breath of dawn
Make you to shine like the sun
And hold you in the palm of His hand.

     Once the word had come to me, I began to see it everywhere!




     So, "Hope" it is!

  • Hope for our world
  • Hope for our country(we're a hot mess!)
  • Hope for families who are struggling
  • Hope for our sweet children, the future of our world!
  • Hope for healing
  • Hope for love
  • Hope for compassion and understanding on so many fronts
  • Hope for job security for those who are looking
  • Hope for stability
  • Hope for calm in the chaos that is life
  • Hope for those who are hurting
And the list goes on and on....

Hope is important because:
  1. It motivates us.
  2. It strengthens or mental and physical health
  3. It infuses joy into our lives
  4. Hope allows us to have healthy relationships
  5. It fosters a sense of humor
  6. Hope allows us to learn from and move through past setbacks
  7. It opens our eyes to opportunities
  8. Hope heals us
  9. Hope fights fear
  10. Hope helps others
So, here we go,2023!  HOPE





     








Wednesday, November 30, 2022

And This Is How It Looks

      Today, I had a student lose it.  I mean, lose it!  When I picked my class up from music, the music teacher told me that one of my students had a rough time, not paying attention and kicking chairs. When I looked at the line, I couldn't see him. He was squatting down at the end of the line. I went to the end of the line and asked him to please stand up. He did, with a scowl on his face. Judging from his demeanor, I decided that it would be a good idea to walk backwards to keep an eye on him in the hallway.

     We stopped off, on the way back to our classroom, at the restrooms. This friend went into the restroom, kicked the door open, and then slammed it shut.  I calmly asked him to please stop because I didn't want him to get hurt. He came out of the stall, still scowling and washed his hands, then got into the line with his classmates in the hallway.

     When everyone was done using the restroom, I asked the class to please come off the wall and stand on the purple roadrunners that line our hallways. The young man refused.  I went up to him and said, "I need you to get into the line, please." He refused. I took him by the hand and said, "Let me help you make a good choice." He jerked his hand away from me.  I said, "So. It looks to me like you need some help remembering how to walk in the halls. Let's go to the end of the line and you can watch how your friends do it," and I took him by the hand again. He jerked his hand away and plunked his little body down in the middle of the hallway.

     At this point, I was wondering how I was going to get the other 18 students upstairs for lunch and deal with a sit-down strike.  I was there by myself, as my para was putting out lunch and resting mats.  Another student started to tell me a story at which point my friend who was sitting on the floor launched himself at the storyteller, screaming at him to stop, and put his hands around his neck! I quickly removed his hands and stood between the two boys.

     This was when another staff member happened to see what was going on and asked if I needed her to call the principal.  I told her I needed help getting the class and this dysregulated kiddo upstairs for lunch.  Just then another teacher came around the corner and said he could help.  We got everyone up to the room and served lunch.

     It was time for Rest Time. Same Dysregulated kid.  Lying on his mat. Throwing his blanket up in the air,  I walked over and asked if he'd like me to cover him up. He said he would.  Less than five minutes later, he was throwing his blanket up in the air again. Our para asked him to stop. He threw it in the air again.  She told him is he did it again, she would take his blanket. He smiled at her and did it again. She went over and took his blanket.  

    This is where is got really interesting.  He stood up. Clenched his fist and took a swing at her.  Luckily, she dodged him, but he kept on swinging.  She got ahold of him and took him to a member of the CARE Team.

     This child has been a witness to domestic violence for the better part of his young life.  That doesn't excuse his behavior, but it does help explain it.  My heart goes out to him.  However, I cannot and will not tolerate this behavior in my classroom.

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

What's This Heart-Thing?

      I needed my prescriptions refilled in August.  Rather than drive back to my doctor of ten years, in Hutchinson, I decided it was time to find a general practice doctor here in Topeka.  I was able to get a new patient appointment a few days before school started.

     When I went in, my new doctor told me my blood pressure was "a little elevated."  No duh!  School was starting in a few days at a new-to-me building and I was meeting a new doctor for the first time.  I tried explaining this to my doctor, but she is very thorough, and didn't buy it.   She put me on blood pressure lowering meds and asked me to track my blood pressure, daily.  My blood pressure continued to climb!  She upped my meds.  It continued to stay high.  She referred me to a cardiologist.

    I went to the cardiologist.  I really liked him.  He didn't use big, long, technical words and I didn't feel rushed.  He ordered a stress test and an ultrasound of my heart.  The stress test was crazy! They increased the incline and the speed every forty-five seconds!  Actually, my calves started burning before I really got winded, but I was able to get my heart rate up into the zone they wanted it to be in. Next was the ultrasound.  It was fascinating!

     A few days later, I got a call that tilted my world!  They wanted to do a heart cath., based on something they saw on the stress test.  Having a husband who is a heart patient and it brought back so many memories of all of the tests and procedures he went through. Visions of allergic reactions to contrast dye and lying flat while the entry points in my groin clotted. 

     Well, medical technology has advanced since that time. Rather than going in through the groin, they now go in through the wrist, cutting down on recovery time! I also read that the patient needs to be awake.  Say what?!?!  No thank you!.  Much like having a colonoscopy, though, they give you meds that help you relax and not remember.  On top of that, they didn't find any abnormalities or blockages. Hallelujah!  

     So now what? What landed me there in the first place? Do I really have high blood pressure? I see the cardiologist again the end of December and I will, hopefully, get some answers then.  To be continued....



     

     

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Yes, I Am That Old

      As we approach Parent-Teacher Conferences, I am struck by how much our expectations of our youngest learners has changed since my teaching career began in 1983.

     For starters, Kindergarten used to be a half-day program. At least in our state, that changed in the early 2000s, when Kindergarten became a full-day program for much of the state. Why? To address lower test scores and provide full-day care for working parents.  The word "closing the achievement gap"  then, and now, "learning loss: due to the pandemic.  As the data reveals, “Children who attend full-day kindergarten learn more in reading and math over the kindergarten year than those in half-day programs.”   I was afraid that our state would try to force full-day Kindergarten on us claiming that full-day preschool and Kindergarten programs are necessary and beneficial for all students.  While that could be true. There are also some set backs for our students.  This includes developmentally inappropriate curriculum from "big box" publishers who are far removed from the classroom, if they served in a classroom at all!  Our children are mot assembly line machines! They are each wonderfully and uniquely different, with different learning styles and different needs; academically, socially, and developmentally.  This cannot be a one-size-fits all instructional method. Time with parents and siblings and the ability to play and learn naturally is what very young children need–not full days spent in a classroom.

     Now, there are many school district preschools that are full-day programs.  I teach one of those.  A few years ago, I was at a conference where there was a Q & A session with our amazing Commissioner of Education, Dr. Randy Watson.  This was the year before we were to implement a full-day preschool program.  I had seen, first hand, what full-day Kindergarten had become and I didn't want that for our littlest learners.  So, I asked the question:  "Dr. Watson. I full-day preschool going to become as academic as Kindergarten has become?"  His response was this: "I believe that every child, under the age of eight, should have a play-based education." He received a standing ovation!

     However, this is not what I'm seeing.  I'm seeing more and more structurally-based curriculums and less and less time for play.  I don't see the words of our Commissioner trickling down to what we're expected to do in the classroom.  We have to have "Learning Criteria," "Success Criteria," posted in our classrooms for every subject area. Building and district admin. look for those when they come into our classrooms.  Again, our students are not assembly line machines.  It's all well and good to post the expectations, but the truth of the matter is that not all students are going to achieve them, not matter how hard we try.

     And now for those sweet, precious children.  My "littles" are true Pandemic Babies, with most all of them being born during the global Coronavirus Pandemic.  These children have been way more socially isolated than their pre-pandemic predecessors.  Their social/emotional needs are off the charts!  But we've got curriculum to teach them because Covid lead to "learning loss" and a broadening of the "achievement gap."  What about their social-emotional needs?  In my humble opinion, those need to be addressed first and foremost.  Dr. James Comer says, "No significant learning can occur without a significant relationship" When would you like teachers to do that? Our days are crammed with academic expectations!

     And the standardized testing!  Why are teachers required to differentiate instruction, based on the needs of their students, yet asked to assess with standardized tests?  Does that even make sense?  I understand that by differentiating instructions, students should become better learners. Yet how can we measure what they truly know, if the testing is standardized.  It's like the chicken and the egg. Which came first?

     I am old enough, and have been teaching ling enough, that I remember when teach our youngest children was about exposure.  Exposure to language through read-aloud books and stories. Exposure to rhyming through nursery rhymes and fingerplays. Exposure to nature through nature walks and time spent playing outside. Exposure to their communities though guest speakers telling about their jobs or field trips to the fire station, grocery store, post office. Exposure to math through the manipulation and counting of items natural to the child's environment. Learning colors and shapes through exploration of the world around them.  And guess what? None of it was tested with the use of a standardized tool.

     Now we're seeing more and more children with attention issues.  Why? They're being asked to sit still and learn. This is not developmentally appropriate practice.

    We're seeing more and more children lacking social skills. Why? Family dinners are going by the wayside.  Human connections are, as well.  Families don't sit down and talk with each other. Parents are on their iPhones and their kids are on devices. Kids struggle to have one-on-one conversations with others.  They struggle to problem-solve.  Why? Because it's not being modeled for them. The pandemic has only exacerbated this.

     I don't know what the solution is.  I'm just old enough to remember when the academic pressures we are putting on our kids today was nonexistent. When you're in your fortieth year of teaching, it's hard to not reflect on "the good old days."

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

A Defining Moment

     Five years ago was a defining moment for me, professionally.  This post showed up in my Facebook memories today.  Five years ago, I had only heard of Jim Sporleder and his work with  students in trauma.  Then he came to our little town of Hutchinson, KS.  He only spoke to the district administration, but the community was invited to hear him speak later that same evening.  This was a chance in a lifetime! And gosh, I'm glad I did!  This man, my edu-hero, gave a name to what I always thought teaching should be! I left that speaking engagement in tears! I was so grateful.

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Jim Sporleder, who worked with a Walla Walla, Wash., high school to change attitudes and responses to student trauma and lives spoke Thursday morning to USD 308 administrators. Those changes led to fewer student behavior issues, higher test scores and higher graduation rates.
And both students and staff felt they were being heard and respected.
Sporleder will speak at a community event at 6:30 this evening at CrossPoint, 1410 E. 30th Ave. The public is invited to attend.

 Not only that, but then I mentioned wanting a copy of his book during a Twitter Chat. He saw the tweet and sent me an autographed copy of his book. Then I was blessed to meet him, in person, at a conference. I consider him a mentor and a friend!  Meeting him was a defining moment for me because he gave a name to how I still believe teaching should be and how I strive to reach my students each day!




Sunday, September 18, 2022

September 19, 1968

 


     This is my annual post to honor my father who was killed when his plane went down just three miles short of the runway in Ubon, Thailand. following a mission in an F-16 fighter jet over Vietnam.  I had just turned seven years old, when life, as I knew it, was turned upside down. 
     As I reflect on this day, I firmly believe that this traumatic event has shaped me into who I am today.  You see, in my seven year-old brain, my daddy died while I was at school, so if I went to school, my mommy would die, too.  I can vividly remember hiding under the dining room table, sobbing, and refusing to come out.

     Enter Maxine Moore and Louise Schuman.  Mrs. Moore was my second grade teacher and Mrs. Schuman was the counselor at Hawthorne Elementary School in Lincoln, Nebraska.  These two women were instrumental in getting me back into the school.  Mrs. Moore would meet me at the door, before school started, and let me come to the classroom before the rest of the class arrived. I would pass out morning work, draw pictures, or sharpen pencils. Oftentimes, Mrs. Schuman would be there, as well.  While I thought they were just hanging out, they were quietly helping me feel comfortable before the other students arrived.
     A year later, my mom remarried and we moved two hours from Lincoln, to the farm.  The farm was, and still is heaven!  My brother and I were also just a mile from our cousins. I had a horse and so many farm cats!!  However, my mom saw the importance in retaining that relationship with those who had helped me through my darkest time, so she kept our dentist in Lincoln.  She'd make our appointments for later in the day and afterwards, we'd always see Mrs. Moore.  
     Mrs. Moore even came to my high school graduation! When it was time for college, I decided that I wanted to be a teacher, like Mrs. Moore.  So, it was back to Lincoln for me, to attend the University of Nebraska.  Mrs. Moore continued to be there for me.  I would go to her home to study or talk about what I was learning and feed off of her experience.  If I didn't go back to the farm on the weekend, there was an open-door policy for Sunday dinner at Mrs. Moore's home.
     It is because of Mrs. Moore's strong influence that I teach the way I do.  I firmly believe in the coined educational phrase, "Maslow before Bloom," meaning that each child's physiological and social emotional needs must be met before any deep learning can happen. Her impact on my life was so great that I dedicated the book I wrote to her.

 




Saturday, September 10, 2022

I Cried...

      This past week, I cried at school.  I cried because no child, at the ages of four to five years old, should have experienced the kind of pain that makes them lash out for reasons unknown to me.  What could have possibly happened in their short lives that causes them to destroy everything in their path? To become so upset that they aren't able to be consoled or helped to calm down?

     I cried for the the student who has had unspeakable things done to them by someone who should be keeping them safe, not doing something to them that would make your skin crawl. All I can do for this child is to provide a safe, loving environment. To listen when they feel like talking. To do everything in my power to let them know that nothing can hurt them when they are with me.

     I cried because of what preschool has become.  No longer is preschool about exposure to experiences that they have not been able to experience.  It's now about preparation for kindergarten.  It about arbitrary "learning loss."  If I hear that term again, I'm going to scream!

     What if teaching were about meeting kids where they are and engaging them to go further than ever thought possible.  What if we measured learning gains, instead of holding children accountable for some set of standards that some big curriculum publishing company decided they should know at a given age?  Our children are not machines!  They are special, unique individuals.

     The social-emotional needs of our children are higher than ever.  Last year,  I was incensed by the term "Covid kids."  The children in my classroom now haven't known anything else!  They have only known some form of social isolation. The Corona Virus hit my area of the United States in March of 2020.  The students that are currently in my class were only two years old at that time.  Their social/emotional needs are HUGE! Let's focus on that, shall we?  It's the only way to help our students be successful. e

     Let us be a voice for our children! Let us hear them, protect them, and love them for the unique, individual, truly amazing people that they are.  Each child!