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!

     

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Trying to Get My Groove Back

      This is it! The beginning of my fortieth year of teaching, most of which has been in the field of Early Childhood Education.  Yet another new school.  I am cautiously optimistic that this move will be a good one.

  •      I am convinced that the train-wreck that was last year is the cause of me recently being diagnosed with high blood pressure.  There were things happening there that I had never experienced in my long career.  
  • Cameras in the classroom.
  • No custodian on site (we had to clean after meals, messes in the restrooms, vomit, used condoms off the playground...). 
  • No meal prep person for a good part of the year, so my paras and I had to serve the meals. 
  • Internet issues because our location was not "on the system," meaning that in order to fix anything on our district-issued laptops, IT had to take them to a building that was on the system. 
  • Not having access to some of the online tools the school district was requiring me to use.  
  • Being asked to do other things that were outside of anything ever written in a teaching contract, only to have  that documentation have no bearing whatsoever, so it was a complete waste of my time and energy. 
  • Not having common teaching tools like pencil sharpeners, a cutting board, die cuts-things that would make life easier. 
  • A bullet shot through a classroom window, after hours,  with that bullet being found on a child's desk.  No one from the district even came to see how staff members were doing after that incident. 
  • And the assessing! I barely had time to teach, I was so busy assessing!  Good Lord!  They're three and four years old! Let them play! Let them be little!  Kids are more than just a data point of one moment in time.  I understand the need for assessing. I do! That being said, I don't think it's fair to assess them on something I haven't had time to teach because I'm so busy assessing.  It's a vicious circle!
     I understand that it sounds like I'm complaining, and maybe I am. However, in all of my years of teaching, I have never experienced anything close to what last school year was.  The saving grace was most definitely the students and their families!  I was told that there was a particular adult family member that I would never get through to.  At our end of the school year home visit, we were hugging a crying.  This goes back to the mountain I choose to die on: Teaching is all about relationships and family engagement!

     This school year already feels like  a breath of fresh air.  I'm in the same district, but now building: Ross Signature Music Elementary School.  Did you hear me say "Music?"  Yay! At our staff development meeting, before school started, there was talk about an all-school musical!  Say what?!? 
     My para basically taught the class last year due to a revolving door of guest teachers, so she has been tremendous help!  The team of preschool teachers and their paras are passionate about little people and love to have fun!  What?!?  Fun while teaching?!?!  The building is HUGE!  There are 500+ students, grades PreK-5th. The thought process about this large school is two schools within a school.  That means an assistant principal and support staff for grades Prek-2nd and the same for 3rd through 5th grade.  It's genius!
     I no longer have a class of three and four year-olds, only four year-olds. The students are all developmentally in the same ballpark. Many of them have had previous preschool experience. They know how to sit and listen to a story.  I know it's only been two days, but I am hopeful.  We had an amazing turnout at Back-to-School Night. I think that our principal was impressed!  The home visits, before school started, helped to begin fostering positive family relationships. It is my prayer that I am able to get my groove back and have an amazing year!


Thursday, July 28, 2022

Love Hard

      When you truly have a near-death experience it makes you realize how important the people you love are! A week ago, we went to see Jacque, Michale, and Phiona in San Antonio.  It was so great to see them, in person and spend some much-needed quality time with them.  One of the things they wanted to share with us was a float trip down the Guadalupe River, north of San Antonio.  It's one of their favorite things to do, so naturally, we were game!

     The water was not deep at all!  Most of the time it was barely over our hips. Jacque and Michaeel acrually spent much of the time dragging us!  It was a beautiful day!!  In one very small area (two feet wide by five feet long) there was just a bit of white water.  There was a guy standing at the top of this area, holding onto three tubes, like he was waiting for someone to catch up to him.  Anyway, my tube hit one of his and flipped.  I could touch, but couldn't get my footing due to the pressure of the water and the tubes on top of my head.  It was so scary.  I am not exaggerating when I say that I thought I was going to die!  At the last second, I was able to get my head above the water, though under a capsized tube, giving me a pocket of air.

     So other people helped me to the shore, where I was bent over, gasping for air.  I looked upstream, to see where Chuck was and he was sitting on a boulder by the fast water.  I found out later, that he thought he hit his chest where his pacemaker.defibrillator is, however, there was no bruising.  We later figured out that his heart rate went up while he was trying to rescue me and his device shocked him.  Almost a double whammy!

     After we got out of the river, I had him put his Smart Watch on and check is pulse and blood pressure and both were back to normal.  Praise God!

     All this to say that life is precious and you never know when it can be taken from you. So love hard and tell those that you love how important they are to you!

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Brave Space


     These images have been sitting on my desktop for awhile now, I have been trying to find the words in the hope that sharing my story will help others.

     Every life has a purpose, a meaning.  Sometimes the things you go through, the things that are meant to break you, only serve to make you stronger.  When this is the case, you should share your story so that it may help others.
     Trauma: Losing my father, shortly after my 7th birthday, when his plane went down during the Vietnam War.  I am grateful to my second grade teacher every single day for helping this very sad and very scared little girl. She is why I became a teacher.  Many of my followers know this story. When I wrote my book about the importance of family engagement in a child's educational process, I dedicated it to her.


     Abuse: A near rape in college. There is no doubt in my mind that it would have been had the police not been on my dorm floor and I threatened to scream.  His football career wold have been over.


     Spousal abuse:  Cheating, cheating, and more cheating. I did leave? Three different times. The first time, he cancelled my credit cards and access to our joint account.  I took my next paycheck and opened my own account.  The next time he punched me so hard that the bruising went from my bicep and into my breast.  The last time, I came home from a trip to see my brother and found sparkling panty hose in the guest bed, that didn't belong to me.    Long story, short: For my I did leave, for good. 
     Medical anxiety: During my baseline colonscopy, the doctor found "encapsulated cancerous cells."  The big "C" word is scary!  Three years of colonoscopies every six months is scary.  I am now on the five-year plan, praise the Lord.
     Borderline diabetic.  Nope. Not having that.  Got rid of it with diet and exercise. Yay, me!
     

     Triggers: ALL.THE.TIME.  Words, phrases, dates in history.  All of these can trigger emotions, either about my father or the ex.  It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing. Triggers can be smells, music, sights, and words. 


     I share this only to say, if you need someone to listen to, if you need help getting out of a toxic place, I am hope that my story can help you.  I am here. I see you. I hear you.
     I have been so many women and I am a survivor!