Sunday, June 12, 2011

Baseball Rules Should Be Applied


I"m not  much of a baseball fan, but I watch games occasionally.  I recently went to a Packemin game and watched one of my students get two strikes, followed by a bunch of balls, which walked him to first base.   He eventually made it home and won the game for his team.  I'm glad baseball has that three strike rule.  If he didn't get a chance to try again after his first mistake, the game would have been lost and he wouldn't have gone home a hero.

Math at Packemin doesn't follow baseball rules.  Here kids get one strike and they are out of the game.  Friday, I happened to be talking to the business math teacher and she told me how great her class was this year.  The majority of the kids are kids who either failed geometry or trigonometry and were then dropped from these classes.  Their chance of getting the winning hit, an advanced regents diploma or just a little more math education is gone forever.

There are many factors that lead to failing grades.  It could be the teacher, the chemistry between the teacher and the student, lack of maturity, lack of interest, outside influences making it hard or impossible to study, the need to hear things more than once before the concept sets in or it could be the student just does not have the intellectual capacity to grasp the material.  But, in this day and age of No Child Left Behind and Race To The Top, shouldn't these children be given the opportunity to keep on competing?

No one expects baseball players to have .90 or even a .65 batting average to be considered good.  They are allowed to mess up and then improve.  Why can't kids get this same opportunity in math?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Sweet Revenge

Understand How The Other Half Lives


Ms May went to a suburban high school in a middle class section of the city.  She, and all her friends had supportive families, plenty of food to eat and nice clothes to wear.  Poverty was something she only read about in the newspaper and never took too seriously.  Ms May graduated college and got a job teaching English to students in a school she thought was similar to the one she went to.

During her first year, things went well for Ms May.  As the regents approached, she asked her class for $7.00 to purchase a review book.  Mark told her he could not afford to buy it.  And, then she lost control.  "How can you not have $7.00?  It's not a lot of money.  Everyone has $7.00."  Mark was embarrassed.  His dad had just lost his job and his mom did not work.  But, he didn't want anyone to know so he became belligerent in class and got himself suspended.  Ms May never understood the reason for his violent behavior.

Mr. White is a product of one of the most elite schools in the city.  He never came in contact with students who did not understand things immediately or couldn't grasp material when given extra help.  When Mr. White began teaching at  City H.S. he found students in his classes who could not do simple arithmetic.  Behind their backs, he called them lazy and stupid.  He insisted that if they only had to apply themselves and go to tutoring and they would do well. He didn't know that many of his students had learning disabilities and many were just undereducated.  The situation he was in was just too surreal for him to understand.

Mrs. Smith knew what ADD was.  She had taken several ed courses and considered herself enlightened.  Even so, she was sure the students could control their behavior if that was what they wanted to do.  Mrs. Smith's first contact with people with this problem was in the classroom and she could not cope.

Miss June came from the same background as the group mentioned above with one exception.  Her high school was a rough place and she was not entirely sheltered in her honor classes.   Instead of starting in a nice, middle class school, Miss June began her teaching career in an inner city school, a school so rough that it was one of the first schools the city closed down.  Miss June was fortunate enough to find a mentor, a young teacher who helped her through her first year, helped her learn to assist students who had backgrounds different from her own.  She learned to see the entire picture of the child and not judge him by a few actions.  Miss June even taught special education students.  These students taught her as much as she taught them and while she helped them grow intellectually, she understood their limitations and worked with them to provide the best education possible.  Miss June no longer teachers special education but the skills she learned there have helped make her the teacher she is today.

The big catch phrase in education today is "effective teaching".  There are better teachers than Miss June around, teachers that are more organized, have better classroom management, and who always ask the perfect question but they aren't as effective as Miss June.  Miss June has spent time with the impoverished, the learning disabled and the disruptive child.  She knows how to talk to them without talking down to them.  She knows how to reach them.  Miss June is the teacher I would want my child to have.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Punishment


Regents are over. Grades are in.  No learning could possibly take place, yet, the DOE, in its infinite wisdom has decided the following:
Due to snow days this year, the DOE has mandated that Monday, June 27th be an instructional day. In addition, students will receive a list of their Fall 2011 courses in Periods 2 and 9. Therefore, on June 27th we will schedule 30 minute classes .
This is nothing more than teacher punishment.  Nobody will be doing anything.

New Borns


Emerged recently from the womb?
Mother's milk still on you breathe?
Guess what? You are qualified to do this.

Thursday, June 09, 2011

PD Day


I have to admit, after the first two hours, it wasn't bad.

The first workshop I went to was one on leadership, run by three JROTC students.  They did interesting ice breakers, got everyone engaged and presented their material in a clear, precise,entertaining way.  The kids were dynamite!  (I'm not just saying that because two of them were mine and both mentioned things they liked about my class, especially our Facebook group).  It was terrific hearing what kids felt teachers should be doing.

The second workshop I attended was run by the STEP team.   The kids went over the complex routines they do and patiently tried to teach me, a person with 3 left feet how to step.  The frustration some must feel in math has been more than matched by my inability to master even the simplest routine.

The highlight of the day was the math department conference.  At 2:40, the end of the day, we all left.  Mr. AP was involved in some other activity and never made it up.  People complained about having to stand around.  Not me.  I prefer chatting with friends to being talked at.

Now, off to the prom.  My last one.  ;-[

My New Best Friend

Gilda asked me what I liked.  I started mentioning all the kids around her.  She then asked what material things do I like and I said I am not a material girl.  She pushed so I mentioned shoes, socks and bagels.  She got frustrated and asked what my favorite color was.  I told her red.

And that is why she bought me the pillow pal above.   What a great and thoughtful gift.

Bonus Thursday


I am the queen.  I can do whatever I want.  I don't have to follow rules.  Rules are made for the little guy.
My subjects are paid by one municipality to do a job but work for me on the side.  They are afraid to say anything.  I bite.

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Uniform Final Exams


Uniform final exams (bitched about here, here and here) are a big deal in my department.  My AP keeps them under lock and key and demands that every paper be accounted for.  He expects there to be a strong correlation between grades in the class and marks on these exams.  Last year, kids who had no teacher for three months were passed based on this exam.

Today the student I have been tutoring on a daily basis (not my student) came to me for help with one problem that he said might be on his final.  Of course I helped him.  I've been helping him for weeks. Well, guess what?  The question he asked me was a problem on the exam he took the following period.  His friend gave him the example.  (I'm not teaching that course so I had no idea what was on that exam.)

Uniformity is a good idea but trying to have uniform exams over a 12 period day, with only two different forms of the exam available is ludicrous.  These exams are valueless.  The kids who passed last year passed knowing nothing but how to get by on an exam.

Don't F**k With Me

For some reason unknown to me, Hilda does not speak to me anymore. In fact when she walks by a chill is emitted that would rival the most powerful air conditioner. I've tried writing to her and talking to her but each effort has been rebuffed. She will never go talk to people I am talking to even if they are close friends of hers. She leaves the room when I enter.

I've had enough of this treatment. Today Hilda was sitting in the cafeteria at a table next to people I am also friends with. Instead of sitting with them I pulled up a chair at her table and joined the conversation. She squirmed and got uncomfortable. I leaned in closer and talked some more. It was obvious that she did not want to leave but couldn't bring herself to stay.

Hilda, I'm not backing down. I never back down. It is a good thing you like to run. Better put on your running shoes because I plan on keeping you on the move.

Tuesday, June 07, 2011

It Felt Good To See It In Print


I wish I could post this, but it would give me away so I had to post it here

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

I told them to take out their regents books.

Tabatha took out hair rollers and started curling her hair.

I'm ineffective.  I just can't get them engaged.

Good thing I am leaving.

Monday, June 06, 2011

Oy


I just looked at the pictures I took at last week's award ceremony.  People do the strangest things when they think no one is looking.  If the administrators sitting up front saw themselves the way my camera saw them, all I can say is OY!

Credit Recovery Success Story (I hope)

I had my doubts when this young man walked in for credit recovery help.  His tattooed arms and his demeanor didn't strike me as someone who wanted help, but someone who wanted answers.  But, I didn't judge and sat down next to him and offered help.

He was clueless for the first few problems.  But, instead of just wanting answers, he politely listened to me explaining all the choices and how to eliminate wrong answers.  I realized that math was not his subject and his background was weak.  I spent several minutes talking to him, finding out that he likes sports.  I told him that gym was my weakest class and that gym intimidated me more than math scared him.  I let him know straight out that I respected his ability to succeed in an area that was out of my reach.  We continued doing problems and before I knew what was going on, he was answering them on his own.  He worked steadily for two hours and when he left, he promised to return to complete the assignment.

I'm not a credit recovery fan, in fact, I don't even believe it should be done.  But, by giving him credit, this boy was sitting and learning.  We both felt good when he left.  I just hope some of the knowledge stays with him and he passes the regents on June 16.

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Another Letter

I know someone who probably won't like this letter, but it is all true.  It is posted here for everyone who doesn't have access to this newspaper.

Recognition


A colleague recently told me that he wanted the administration to  recognize him, to notice he is a good teacher and finally show him some appreciation.  I told him to give it up, that would never happen.  Admins only seem to notice teachers when they do something wrong.  A student of his heard part of the conversation and shouted, "Mr. Hope, you are the best.  We love you."  A group of kids from the class joined in.  Mr. Hope has been recognized.  One day he might realize this kind is the only kind that matters.

This week I was fortunate to be at the senior award ceremony and I watched my kids, one after one, receive award after award.  It was wonderful.  Before leaving, a former student, a boy accepted at Cornell, Columbia, Yale, U Penn and Princeton (he's going to Princeton) told me I was an inspiring teacher, one of the few that got him to where he is today. 

This week, I got my award and my recognition.  I got it from someone who matters.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

The Term Is Almost Over But They Are Still Thinking

From our class facebook page

Stupid and Weak


Poor little chihuahua, not strong enough to stand on its own feet.  Too stupid to stay out of trouble so it must be carried along by others.  Poor little chihuahua kissing the hand of the one needed to help it survive.

Friday, June 03, 2011

When You've Got The Title You Don't Need To Follow The Rules

Read it here.

The Reason


Not the only reason we don't go, but it is a major part of it.  The joke is on him.

Torturing Children


I'm more than a little angry.

I was forced to administer the Field Test in Integrated Algebra to my kids this week.  This is a test that has zero benefits for them.  In fact, it has negative benefits as valuable class time has been taken up.  In addition to the wasted time, I watched my poor students stress over many problems that were way to difficult.  Just as I had them believing they could pass the regents, they were hit with this major roadblock and my little engine that could speech has, for many become a could not.  In addition, I had to enforce strict test conditions that were not conducive to education at all.  It broke my heart not to be able to answer their questions.

We are a test site because old Principal Suit volunteered us to be one.  As a school, we get nothing out of this.  Our students suffer because of it.  So, I wonder why he would do this?  Was he rewarded?  Was he promised a big payoff or a new job?  (No accusations, just questions.)  If every second of education counts, why are we wasting the little time we have left to teach testing questions for a company that makes big bucks preparing them? And, now that he is gone, why are we still doing this?

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Kids and Teachers Last

cartoon by Rob Rendo
From Ednotes

(Click to enlarge)

Too Funny


During the Field test for the Algebra regents, the kids kept trying to ask questions.  I told them I couldn't answer and I wouldn't even be in the room with them during the real regents.  One girl then asked, "Can we text you then?"

All I could do was laugh.  These kids are too much!

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Brought Tears To My Eyes

From our Facebook page:
 
♥ pod, im gunna miss you.

I would like everyone to know that when i have a kid, i am going to make Mrs. POd teach them...and noone else.

Bad Weather Magnet


Snow storms, hurricanes and now a threatened tornado.

Why does this happen every time my sister makes the trip to NY?

Poor girl left Houston at 10:30 this morning and at 7:16 is still not here.  She is sitting in the Baltimore airport hoping her flight leaves at the delayed 8:30.  At least there is a bed and company ready to pick her up there if she gets stuck.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My New Favorite Hangout


Jeremy's Ale House, Freeport, NY
More picture here.