Sunday, November 29, 2009

To Give and To Receive

Having just finished my first Thanksgiving weekend as a teacher, I am confident I appreciate this holiday more than ever before. I loved being able to wake up late, relax, and reflect. I loved seeing friends who aren't teachers and remembering that I belong to a larger world. My only complaint is that four days is not long enough; it was little more than a teaser. I would love a snow day tomorrow, but, oh wait -- It's 56 degrees in Philadelphia right now. Mother Nature may have forgotten about winter this year...

Some final thoughts:

  • I love Thanksgiving. I love that a day dedicated to gratitude is integral to American life. But we should not save our thanks for one day; rather, we should effuse appreciation every day of every week. We are surrounded by so many people who help us, who lift us up, who share with us random acts of kindness. In our every action, we must give thanks -- and pass it on.

  • I miss my kids. Yes, it was great to get a break from hearing "Miss!!!!" yelled across the classroom and having to divide my attention twenty different ways and dealing with students who curse at me for no reason at all. But in three months, I have come to care about my kids beyond reason. I look forward to seeing their talkative, scowling, shining faces tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Some Moments Last For a While

Do Now: In what part of Philadelphia are you most comfortable?

One (brilliant, amazing) student's response: The ghetto. I was raised in the ghetto my entire life. I was never taken to a quiet place. I have always lived around drugs and drug dealers, and I don't know anything else.

How do I respond to that?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

This Thanksgiving

I am thankful for...


  • My friends
  • Clementines
  • Anjou and Bartlett pears
  • Frozen berries
  • New Jersey
  • Autumn leaves
  • Evergreens
  • Spinach
  • Nonverbal communication
  • Waking up in the morning
  • Awesome students who make it worth it to wake up in the morning
  • Trust
  • Wonderful college memories
  • Reports of fun at Brown EMS
  • Intellectual curiosity
  • Students who start their work quietly
  • Sunny days
  • Hugs
  • Students who ask for help when they are confused
  • 1776
  • Parents who glow with pride when you tell them their kid is amazing
  • Meaningful song lyrics
  • Smiling for no reason at all
  • Friends who listen
  • Listening to friends
  • Knowledge, more knowledge, and understanding
  • Students who tell me I'm doing a good job
  • Coworkers who tell me I'm doing a good job
  • Actually feeling like I'm doing a good job
  • The New York Yankees
  • Chocolate chip cookies
  • Cupcakes
  • Those coworkers who have offered me their shoulders to stand on
  • Long walks
  • Holiday cheer
  • Hope and idealism
  • My two adorable dogs
  • My family

What are you thankful for?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Thanks For Stopping By. Please Come Again Soon!

Today, we had a half day of instruction and parent-teacher conferences in the afternoon. I had my hopes up, ready to share with parents my amazing pedagogical strategies and give detailed analyses of each student's performance in my class.

Two parents showed up.

In other news, my school has a Christmas tree in the main office. They clearly did not get the memo about Christmas creep.

...Off to bake chocolate chip cookies!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

O Christmas Creep!


I hate Christmas creep so much. Thank you, Nordstrom!

Still Fighting It...

It's Sunday morning, the sun is shining brightly in Philadelphia, and the time is high for a cup of tea and reflection.

I capped off my week on Friday with two encounters that have lasted through this moment. One was rather depressing, and one was rather uplifting. I hope the latter is what is on my mind when I wake up for work tomorrow morning.

1. As seventh period neared a close, I assigned my students independent classwork. I was pleased to see that most of my students were following directions and quietly working. However, Graptolite, who had been moderately well-behaved throughout the period, was not working but instead talking loudly with a friend. I approached Graptlolite and his friend and asked them to return to their work. Graptolite yelled, "Get away from me!" Ummm, okay. Determined not to get into a power struggle, I asked Graptolite once more to do his work, and I walked away. When the bell rang, Graptolite asked me to sign his "daily report," a form for students with a history of problems (truancy, behavior, etc) that teachers must sign each period. I checked off "incomplete" for classwork since, of course, he had not worked on classwork all period as he was supposed to.

Well, Graptolite saw what I had done and chose to flip out. "F*** you, miss!" "You're so f***ing stupid!" "You're such a dummy!" "F*** you, dummy!" He continued to yell those phrases, stuck on repeat, as I first tried to reason with him and then demanded that he leave the room. He did not and continued to yell. Finally, another teacher who had observed the commotion walked over to him, got in his face, and successfully ordered him to leave.

I am sadly accustomed to kids cursing at me, but the barrage of insults and profanity was a little too much to take. I reported the incident to a dean of discipline, who arranged a parent conference for next week and advised me to document the incident on a pink slip. I did as she asked. But I hate writing pink slips. I hate the possibility of getting good kids in trouble. I hate the reality that no steps will actually be taken to solve the problem. And I hate feeling this way on a Friday.

2. From the very beginning, I recognized Rotifer as a great kid who got discouraged very easily. He tended to deal with his discouragement by unleashing a wicked attitude. Needless to say, first marking period became a cycle of bad grades and bad behavior. He ended the marking period with a 35% average in my class.

Over the last three weeks, though, I've noticed a major change. He is participating in class more readily and smiling when he answers questions correctly. He and his best friend used to talk constantly and not seem to care that they were disrupting the class. They would fix me with dark glares as I taught. Now, they are almost always quiet and attentive; when they do talk, they are soft and nearly always trying to help each other out with what we are learning.

I called his parents on Friday night to tell them how proud I am of him. They were very pleased to get a good report from a teacher, something I gather is unusual for them. At the end of our conversation, they asked me if I wanted to speak to Rotifer. I said yes, and Rotifer appeared on the other end of the line.

Our conversation blossomed. I told him not to be discouraged so easily, that mistakes are a necessary part of life. I told him that I understood how hard it is to be a teenager, that I've unfortunately been there, and that should he want to talk about anything with me, I'm always ready to listen. I told him that I care about him, that he is an amazing guy, that I believe he can succeed beyond his own hopes and dreams. I told him I will call his house and say those things to him every night if he wants. At this last part, Rotifer became audibly choked up. "Nobody except my aunt has ever said anything like that to me," he confessed. "It means so much. Thank you...."

Friday, November 20, 2009

Eureka!

Shifting the blame is socially contagious.

That must explain why TOB (transfer of blame) is the number one pastime of educators. Good to know.

Little Martha Stewart

So I bake for the science department in my high school every week, and I figure I may as well start posting my recipes.

This week's treat: Pumpkin and Cornmeal Cake with Orange Syrup

Ingredients:
For the cake -
8 oz (1 cup) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup granulated sugar
1 tbs. finely grated orange zest
1 large egg
2 large eggs, separated
8 oz (1 cup) canned pure solid-pack pumpkin
1 tsp. pure vanilla extract
1.5 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. table salt
1/2 cup fine-ground yellow cornmeal
sifted confectioners' sugar for garnish

For the syrup and for serving -
1/2 cup fresh orange juice
1/2 granulated sugar
vanilla yogurt or vanilla ice cream (optional)

Make the cake
1. Position a rack in the middle of the oven and heat the oven to 350 F.
2. Butter a 9-inch Bundt pan.
3. With a hand mixer or a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat the butter, sugar, and orange zest until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes.
4. One at a time, add the egg and egg yolks (remember to reserve the whites), beating well and scraping down the sides of the bowl between each addition.
5. Beat in the pumpkin and vanilla.
6. Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt; stir in the cornmeal. Add this mixture to the pumpkin batter in three stages, stirring gently but thoroughly with a rubber spatula after each addition; don't overwork the batter.
7. In a clean bowl with a very clean whisk or a hand mixer, whip the reserved egg whites until they hold soft peaks. Gently fold the whites into the batter with the spatula until you no longer see streaks of white.
8. Scrape the batter into the prepared pan; smooth the surface.
9. Bake until the top of the cake is springy when lightly touched, the sides are beginning to pull away from the pan, and a wooden skewer inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean, 40 to 50 minutes.
10. Let cool in the pan for 10 minutes and then invert the cake onto a wire rack to cool completely. Dust the cake with sifted confectioners' sugar.

Make the syrup
1. In a small saucepan over low heat, combine the orange juice and sugar, stirring until the sugar has dissolved. Increase the heat to medium high. Boil without stirring for 2 minutes.
2. Serve each slice of cake drizzled with syrup and, if you like, accompanied by a scoop of vanilla yogurt or vanilla ice cream.

Enjoy!!

Thoughts on a Friday Morning

I gave my environmental class a quiz on Wednesday. We had spent the past two and a half weeks studying the principles of ecology, and I figured the time was ripe for some kind of assessment. Now, I announced the quiz a week in advance and reminded my students every day thereafter, so there was no excuse for not knowing about it. The day before the quiz, we played a closed-note Jeopardy review game that covered every single concept to be assessed on the quiz. In a perfect world, my kids would have come in on Wednesday prepared to ace the quiz.

I've spent enough time teaching at my school to know that we are far from perfect, yet it stings every single day. My first period class averaged a 42% on the quiz. My second period class averaged a 37%. What now?! Did I teach them? Where were they the past two and a half weeks? Was anyone listening?

My daily theme song invokes my favorite movie:
>>Is anybody there?
Does anybody care?
Does anybody see what I see?<<

The last question on the quiz asked them to reconcile their views on religion with those on evolution. This was a topic I emphasized heavily in class, and about which we spent much time discussing. There was no right or wrong answer -- I just wanted them to write, and I gave points to pretty much any coherent response that met my length requirement. Needless to say, about half of my kids didn't even attempt to answer the question. So I'm wondering what on earth I'm doing here. How can I motivate my students to study? How can I motivate my students to even write a response to a question? Which brings me to the next question -- Why are seniors in high school (yes, environmental science is a course for seniors) unable to write a response to a question such that I have to motivate them?

Where can I find this answers?

One girl in my class wrote the following response to the evolution question: "Ms I realy want to have good Grande in this class but I don't now that much Ingle and sciences is very difecult for me. I do alot of thing to pass this class. I don't now what to do. I just oging to do my's Do Now and Exit Slip and Project to pass this class with C or D."

She's a sweet girl, her attendance is excellent, and she has a good attitude. So I really want her to pass the class. But when did my expectations become so low that I feel a girl with simply a good attitude and good attendance deserves to pass?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

How Am I Feeling Today?


Ehhh... I'm going to go with nihilist. More thoughts later.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I Should Have Been an English Teacher

For all of my fellow grammar hounds out there, here is an amazing graphic that explains when to use an apostrophe correctly.

Show it to your students. Show it to your friends. Show it to your families. Change the world!

Mental Evolution





After a whole week of teaching evolution, I gave my students the following prompt as a Do Now:

Explain three things you've learned about evolution.

One kid's response:

1. I am human
2. evolution
3. wild cat to fish

Nice. Glad to know I'm an effective teacher.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

All About Objectives

"Discontent is the first necessity of progress." - Thomas A. Edison

Welcome! I am a first-year high school teacher in inner city Philadelphia. When I starting teaching ten weeks ago, I scoured the internet for blogs/resources/anything for first-year teachers, anything that would provide me with hope and emotional support. I found practically nothing. So I am writing this blog to help out other first-year teachers, to share my experiences with my friends and family, and to give myself some cathartic relief. Indeed, I wish I could say that the first ten weeks of teaching have been marvelous, but I think I would be more apt to describe them as a magnificent blunder.

My experience with veteran teachers has been that most selectively forget the challenges of their first year. I would like to record my thoughts and observations before despondence forces these memories out of me, as well. Yet, at this point, I am still hopeful. I maintain that I love my job. I love my kids. I know I can make this a good year.

If you have any comments, suggestions, ideas, or inspiration for me, please share! I will try to update this blog as much as possible. Be prepared for some raw emotion, lesson plans, love, cynicism, and blueberries.