Call backs have swept the education world and now are being used in classrooms across the U.S., if not the world.  Walk down any hall and you will hear echoes of "Yes, Yes."  Eager little high pitched voices eagerly call back to their teacher's voice and wait in breathless anticipation for the next instruction.  If the instructions come quickly enough they actually hear them. If not. Well, the call back is used again. And, once again, the students answer their teacher and give her about 5 seconds of their time. 

Let me just say that call backs may have their merits, but, in my opinion, they do not encourage listening. In fact, they do they opposite. Students who are trained to only listen when they hear the call back initiative will only listen when they 'have' to. Students should be expected to listen anytime they hear their teacher's voice. Anytime there is instruction. Anytime that learning is taking place. 

Yes, students need to learn cooperative learning. And they need to explore and they need to solve problems. But, they can't accomplish these tasks or even begin if they do not have instruction and leadership. They need to know what the objective is. In the beginning, they need a model.  In these instances call backs may be defeating the very purpose for which they were intended. 

Call backs are considered to be an educational break-through. A revolutionary idea. The latest genius invention to bring our kids into the 21st century.  We have taken time tested teaching methods and given them a new name (usually an acronym) and held numerous conferences and professional development sessions and tell the world that we're doing something new.  Are these really improvements? Or just something new to make us feel like we're moving forward? 

I wonder what the committee-that-creates-educational-trends will come up with to move us in to the 22nd century?? 

I'll be moving into 2018. See you next year!  Have a very Merry Christmas! 





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I don't  know what to think about charter schools. I mean, everyone should have a choice, right? But, then don't they take away our choice. And, what about charter schools affecting my retirement? Doesn't seem fair that those newly elected into office want to rob me of something that I spent over 21 years earning. And, let me tell you teachers earn every last penny (and then some)!!!  My blood pressure is starting to rise just thinking about it.  If I am willing to agree that we need choice, fair choice, then why can't politicians. Come to think of it, why are they even interfering with education. They certainly can't agree on anything in Washington, what makes them think they can make educational decisions?  

So, getting back to charter schools.  The ideology behind charter schools sounds good. A school free from some regulations that public schools face.  A school where there is transparency and accountability from the top down. A school where everyone has a voice and the overall goal is to provide excellent education.  Then it starts to get tricky. All charter schools are not the same, nor all they all managed by the same group. Some are run by organizations. Some of the organizations may be a state or two away from the school (meaning communication is basically on-line or phone, no hands-on). Many are a 'for-profit' business.  Each state has a committee to authorize a charter school. Any group can submit a proposal to the committee. The committee is organized based on state laws.  Some charter schools receive public funding based on attendance. Not all teachers in a charter school are required to have certification to teach. This is a decision which varies from state to state.  

So charter schools in a nutshell have many similarities to public schools. But there are some glaring differences. A public school operates under regulations mandated by the state. These mandates are similar throughout the U.S. All teachers in a public school have to be certified to teach. This is a license requiring a college education with training specifically geared towards working with kids.  A public school is immediately governed by a school board which is made up of locally elected patrons wishing to volunteer their time to represent the needs and wants of the taxpayers in the district.  They are local and provide hands-on guidance.  A public school is not run like a business, by a business, or for a business. A public school provides an education for all children free from the influence of a business or organization.  

One of my pet peeves (and I think most teachers agree) is a non-educator telling an educator what is best. I am speaking for myself and making a generalized statement when I say that most teachers do not want, nor do they need someone from "outside" the world of education telling them how to 'run' their classroom.  Each classroom is unique. Its' own little world.  It functions based on the individualized needs of each child.  A teacher doesn't need a test or a bystander or a suit telling them which children need help with math or who reads below grade level. They don't need someone telling them that a child has a vision or hearing problem,  or is hungry.  They just know. Usually within the first couple of days, or even the first couple of hours.   

That should make clear what is my largest concern with charter schools.  An alternative to public school run by an organization or business.  Supporters may say that they know what is best for their kids. I would dare to argue with them. Supporters may say that charter schools are held accountable and are transparent. I say attend school board meetings and ask questions. Volunteer. Visit the school. Bring treats for your child's classroom.  If supporters of charter schools are only supporting them because of the control that they can personally have over them, they need to realistically ask themselves if they are trained in education and have the skills to teach. If they are only concerned with accountability, they should invest some time in their local public school. 

To me, a charter school is simply another way for businesses and government to control the education of our children. What seems like a privilege today could actually turn out to be tomorrow's manipulation.  




Hop on this Train before it leaves the station!
Nonfiction Companion to Van Allsburg's Classic! 





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No one is taking credit for this one, are they?  In fact, the minute I say 'the entitled one' people duck their heads or turn away. No one wants to admit responsibility for creating this little whiner that insists on everything being his or her way. In all honesty no one wants to be around this little jewel either.

Awwww... the life of the misunderstood entitled child. The world is against them. No one understands them. Their boss or teacher isn't fair to them. They deserve so much more. Doesn't anyone understand who they are? Doesn't anyone get their potential?  Why can't someone just slow down long enough to realize what a diamond in the rough they are?  I mean really. It's pretty obvious. It shouldn't be that hard to figure out. I'm sure they don't see things the same way that the rest of us normal folk do. In fact, I'll bet their story goes something like this:

Over the years, my teachers perfected that roll of the eyes and blank smile when mom was explaining how I deserved to be class president. After all I will be a perfect candidate for POTUS one day.  Weren't the treats I brought to class the best? Didn't everyone love to listen to my stories of summer vacations and week-end excursions?  Of course they did.

Am I ever wrong? You've got to be kidding. Wwwwrrrrong is not in my vocabulary. It isn't possible for me to be wrong.  Ever. Didn't you hear my parents when they told you how unfair you were being by expecting me to complete assignments the same as everyone else? Don't you get that I take things to a deeper level? Hello??? I need extra time and parental assistance to pull off the project of the century.  You didn't like my outburst? Don't you know that creative people are very high-strung? That's me. I'm high-strung.  I'm wound so tight that I can't possibly begin to do any menial tasks in the classroom.  Prepares me for life you say. Well, I'll work for someone that is a little more intelligent and appreciative. I won't have to point out my unique characteristics. They will realize them right away and instantly promote me. I won't have to wait around long for that day.

People will fall over themselves when they see me in a store. They won't be able to wait to help me. Standing in line is for all of those ordinary people. The ones who aren't as special as me. Even when I shake my head in disgust or honk my horn at them, they just don't get it. How can anyone be that stupid? Oh, well, I'm glad that I'm not in that category.

I'm glad that my parents paved the way for me to be successful.  They straightened out those teachers and picked out the best friends for me.  They gave me opportunity after opportunity to prove how awesome I am. They wanted the best for me. They did things for me so that I wouldn't have to waste my time on trivial matters. Why waste someone so special on that!?

Yep ! Spoken like a true entitled one.
Thanks. From the bottom of my heart. You've created an insufferable, egotistical, spoiled, whining, brat that somehow thinks the rest of the world owes him or her something.


P.S.
Sounds harsh? Probably so, but by allowing this mindset to grab ahold we are unfairly preparing kids for a successful future, not to mention, a happy one.


A surprise Christmas resource is in the works (yes, it is late!) and will be on sale for the first few days. I will send out a FB post on my FB page, Chocolate 4 Teachers.  If you're curious, like my page and keep your eyes open ! :)


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Veteran. Seasoned. Experienced. All synonyms for teachers who have been around a block or two. Seasoned makes me feel like a fry so I'll just stick with veteran.  We all seem to have some things in common. Or at least we can identify with similar things. Things from the good ole days.

We're thankful for parents that gave us the benefit of the doubt. We had them. They believed the teacher. Yep! That mean old teacher who picked on me was innocent in my parent's eyes. She was the hero. I was the convicted.

We're thankful that we have (or have had) administrators that support us. I've got your back has taken on a whole new meaning today. Back in the day if a principal said they would support you, they meant it. They didn't mean, "I"ll support you if......"  In many schools support has become conditional. I am thankful I teach in a place where the administration still has my back. That's called integrity, by the way.

Ask a veteran teacher how they feel about parents who volunteer. Over the years, I've been blessed with parents who have volunteered to help with difficult projects, help prepare materials for the classroom, or help decorate. Some have offered to read to students who needed some extra assistance, or became a buddy to a lonely child. Awesome. I realize that laws have changed because of those who harm children, making it more difficult to accept outside help, but it is still doable in so many ways.  If coming into the classroom isn't an option, there are always things that need to be done outside of school: preparing crafts, making bulletin board items, or picking up class treats.

So what else are we thankful for???  Week-ends, holidays, and summers off to recharge our batteries. Peers, Parents, and Principals that listen. A laminator that works. Lessons that knock it out of the ballpark. The lightbulbs that go off. And, the joy that comes with each new day.

Try this game for a knock-it-out-of-the-park lesson!
The Great Reindeer Run! 




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When tragedy strikes in the education community it affects all of us. No matter where we live in relation to the incident it belongs to us. News stories of shootings and disasters bring a pause with a shiver of dread. We all hold our breath for just a second or two and touch our hearts thinking of the children. It doesn't matter if we've never seen the child or know the teachers or even if we've ever been to the city. It hurts us.  We ache with each report and say a silent prayer for all involved.

And, we pray it never happens to our kids, in our school. But we all know that it could. At any given time. On any day. It could be us on the evening news.  We strive to be more vigilant and more prepared, but we know in this crazy world  that bad things happen to the innocent.  So, in addition to our teaching responsibilities we become skilled in the art of protection. Hoping we never have to use the skills that we learn in annual training sessions.

We protect, guard, nurture, and teach a new generation. Then we go home and care for our loved ones. We do our best to protect the purity of trusting little people. We do not want them to know the lengths that we go to or the worries that we have. We do not want them to worry about bad things. Instead we want them to experience the beauty of childhood. To enjoy being children. For just a little while longer.



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If there is one thing I've learned in my years in education it is the difference between middle school teachers and elementary teachers. While elementary teachers tend to be soft and nurturing, middle school teachers are sarcastic. Before you get your feathers ruffled, my middle school readers, remember... I'm one of you.  I have yet to meet a true middle school teacher that didn't have some sarcasm running through their veins. I think we're born with it. It just naturally trips off of our tongues and into the air of our classrooms.  Don't believe me. Try listening in on a conversation between middle school teachers. I'll make you a believer in about 5 minutes.

Oh, we can be soft and nurturing. But, day in and day out,  it does take a toll on us. Sooner or later that little bit of sassy creeps out. Not all of our students get our humor. Sometimes our sense of humor flies right over their heads. I'll call it a sassy fly-by. And, yes, this amuses us more.  This doesn't mean that we can't encourage a student or lend a shoulder to cry on. We're good at that too. We can cry with our students one minute and have them laughing the next minute.  We can challenge and push our students to achieve a goal, meet them at the finish line, and polish off the day with a wise crack or two.

We're not afraid to be silly, but we do shy away from wearing costumes. We'd rather wear a smirk than dress up like a book character.  We can play games, sing, and dance right along with the most limber teen-ager.  We might fall and feel a little stiff the next day. Or embarrass ourselves with our lack of musical talent, but we're fearless when it comes to trying.

 I don't know why we are the way we are, but I do know that this is how we relate to kids. Kids in that awkward stage of life that need to find someone that still remembers what it was like to be a tween- teen. That is what counts. Reaching out, making connections, and forming bonds. And when it comes to our kids and making a difference, we're dead serious about that!


Can't believe I'm doing this!!! Advertising for Christmas BEFORE Thanksgiving but.... teachers do like to plan ahead!

Who was St. Nicholas? 





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"The day I stop learning is the day that I won't let the door hit me on the way out."

Those were my words to a principal not so many years ago.  We were having a conversation about retirement and how would you know when to retire and those who should, but just couldn't let go. Not me.  I knew. Long before I told anyone else, or even admitted it to myself, I knew my time had come.  Time to make my exit. Oh, I still teach, but not in the same school or the same field.  I didn't suddenly stop loving kids or stop being a teacher. I didn't wake up one morning and say, "Hey, I'm not a teacher anymore." Nothing like that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that was noticeable. But I did have the sense to realize that I wasn't growing and learning where I was. I was stagnant. Dying. Time for God to plant me somewhere else. I wanted to bloom, but was tired of being held down and fighting a fight that only had losers.

Was it scary? You bet. Lots of sleepless nights and teary mornings. But I stuck to my belief that God gave me a gift to teach so He would give me a place to use the gift. And He did.  My part was to be available. At the time I wasn't able and a part of me wasn't even willing, but it was a job. The day I resigned after 21 years of teaching kids, I was offered a job to teach adults. It was a job that helped to 'pay the bills'. Nothing more and nothing less.

And then something happened. I found myself learning. Again. I was challenged to meet new expectations. Professional Development took on a whole new meaning. I actually got to choose my own PD. It did have to be something that fit into a category, but I got to pick out what I would do! Suddenly I was like a kid in a candy store. Searching for articles, webinars, or conferences that would help me to grow.

Fast forward three years. I'm still teaching adults, but now I've had a new door opened. I'm back teaching kids again.  A different subject. A different age level. Part-time. And. I. Love. It. And... I'm learning again.  I put myself in a position where I would be 'forced' to learn new things and stretch myself. It hasn't hurt me one little bit.  I've even considered going back into public education. And, I just might head back to a classroom. If that is where God leads me.

I've learned other things as well. Money isn't as important as we think it is. Time with family and friends is precious. Sleeping in is NOT over-rated! And, God always prepares us for the task He gives us.

Will I ever really retire? Who knows!! Right now, I am content with the direction that I am headed and all the things that I am learning.


Do you students love learning about history? This is one of my favorites!

Squanto: Friend of the Pilgrims



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Times have changed. There is no doubt about that. Back in the day (my day) I wouldn't have dreamed of disobeying an adult or talking back to them. Okay. I did. Once.  Notice that? Once. Being a mouthy teenager got nipped in the bud pretty quickly. My parents showed me that they were still in charge and I still had a lot to learn.

Fast forward a few years and we now have 5 year olds talking back. Trying to argue. I say trying because I refuse to argue and it is hard for someone to argue with a brick wall. Although... I have seen it.  Even after I give my directive and walk away they are still standing there arguing with the air.  I guess they want to have the last word.

What about the kid who has learned that when they don't want to do something all they have to do is throw a tantrum or simply refuse and become a statue.  Unfortunately, the statue is really quite effective. They don't budge. Or speak.  It is frustrating, but on the brighter side they are quiet.  I call this silently defiant. It irritates me.  It also tells me that this practiced behavior is something that is called to action frequently. Not only at school, but also at home. And, it tells me that at home parents simply give up and complete the task themselves and move on.  Time isn't taken to correct the behavior so the behavior is found to be effective. And heaven knows how tied the hands of a teacher are.  So... we do what we can and eventually we ignore the little statue and move on.  I know what my parents would have done. It wouldn't have been pretty, but it would have gotten my attention and it would have proven once and for all time how ineffective my strategy was. Not that I would have tried this anyway. I couldn't keep my mouth shut for more than 30 seconds.

Here's one that is almost laughable. Almost.  "I'll tell my parents and you'll be in trouble." I say, "Go ahead. In fact, let me dial the number for you and speak to them also."  Sadly, in these upside down times teachers are often guilty until proven innocent and parents call the school ready for a fight.  Back in my day, if I had done something horrible enough for the teacher to call home, I could expect a spanking. Not a beating given in anger, but discipline given in love. And my parents didn't blame the teacher. Instead they apologized for my behavior. They were ashamed of my behavior. Okay, I need to be politically correct.... choices. My parents were ashamed of my choices. I made the wrong choice. I needed to rethink my choice. Whatever you want to call it, it still means the same. I did something wrong and needed correction... punishment.

Oh, and the word wrong. When did that go out of vogue? I guess it was the same year that we were told not to use the word lazy.   I don't care what you call it- unmotivated, tired, bored, unchallenged.... it is L.A.Z.Y.  There are several days that I am exhausted or unmotivated but I still get out of bed and go to school.  I don't have any excuses or reasons for staying home. But I do have several reasons for going to work.

Here's one. "This is too easy for me. I'm bored with the assignments." "Really? Why don't you try doing them to prove to me that they are too easy for you?" What is really irritating is when these words come from the parent. In over 25 years I have yet to meet a child that is so highly intelligent that every assignment, project, or activity is boring.  I have met several that would rather be having fun than doing 'work' (another taboo word), but I've never had the privilege of someone so intelligent that they were too bored to complete tasks. And... I've had several off-the-charts-smart kids. But, they always contributed and dug deeper and rose to challenges.  I have had a parent tell me that their child was smarter than anyone in the class, including me. Somehow I doubt that and I was never given any evidence to prove it.

You know what?
All of this leaves me pining for the good ole days.

Fall is here!! The leaves are brilliant. The air is crisp.
Here is one of my favorite resources - perfect for this time of year- perfect for combining reading and history!

Squanto



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Are your students engaged? Do they really hang on every word you say and follow your directions to the last detail? Probably not so much. Student engagement is so much more than capturing their attention and holding it. Engagement is the level that they are involved.   Engagement occurs when students would rather complete the lesson than text a friend or check their email. Engagement occurs when students completely forget to count down the clock. The bell rings and they are so surprised.

Achieving engagement isn't easy. And, contrary to some evaluation models, it doesn't occur all the time. This isn't a bad thing.  I think we've been made to feel that if our students aren't engaged 100% of the class time we've failed. Nothing could be further from the truth. Solid teaching of basic facts cannot always be presented in a lesson with high-level engagement. There is a time for necessary business and a time to involve students in the process.

Many resources claim to engage your students. I use this phrase in some of my advertising. But I only use it with resources that truly involve the students in their learning process.  Resources that require a great deal of teacher facilitation are not always engaging. You may have a lesson on the most interesting topic ever written, but you can't keep attention past a certain time. It doesn't  matter how interesting you present the material or how interesting the topic is, minds begin to wander and engagement begins to die.


Here are some simple ways to bring some level of engagement into your lessons.

1. Students need to be taught good listening skills. What may look like simple recall may actually be an engaging lesson in listening. Asking students to repeat instructions or teach another student is a very basic way of engaging them.

2. Chunking up your lesson is a great way to achieve engagement.  Don't try to give all of the instructions at once.  You might even leave something out and let the students problem solve to figure out what to do next.

3. Ask a student to prepare a lesson covering material that has been taught in class.  Then give them an opportunity to teach the class.

4. Turn a lesson into a riddle or a puzzle and have the students solve it.

5. Escape rooms are the newest engagement trick. Students can't help but become involved!

6. Turn a lesson into a game. Most students love to play games. This is also a great way to practice collaboration skills.

7. Older methods, such as reading and then sharing content with a peer, can be revitalized to incorporate some student involvement in the lesson.

Think about what keeps your attention and makes you want to become involved. Chances are it will be the same for your students.


Speaking of engagement and escape rooms.... take a look at this!

Fun Variety of Engaging Lessons! 





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I feel like I woke up in a new world where respect has disappeared. Whatever happened to courtesy or politeness?

 I like having a man hold open a door for me. Doesn't make me feel like a weak, little woman. Not one bit. Makes me feel appreciated and ...respected. And, if I smile and say thank you, it doesn't mean that I think he's cute and want a date. I'm simply being kind. Courteous. Polite. The way my parents taught me to be.

I'm not too proud to say thank you or please.  And, it doesn't hurt my pride to hear them either.  Oh, and I have a name. It isn't Hey You. Or Teacher. If you used my proper name you might get faster and more pleasant results.   If you phrased your question in the form of a request instead of a demand, I might be more willing to go the extra mile. If you let me know that all of my attention to detail and hard work was appreciated, I'd keep it up. It doesn't take much to make me happy and it doesn't take much to ensure my loyalty. It only takes a little... respect.

You may not agree with me or even like me. That's okay. You're entitled to your opinion. But. So. Am. I. That's right. I live in America too. I can have a differing opinion and that's okay. I'm not going to be kicked out of the country or sent packing in a lifeboat. You say that you are tolerant and I am not. Okay. Then give me the same courtesy and listen to what I have to say. Don't want to hear it? Who did you say is being intolerant? I don't think I heard you correctly.

You see we live in a wonderful, crazy world that has thrived on differences and diversity for well over 200 years and all of a sudden history is offensive, tolerance is the word of the century,  and respect has been thrown out with the bath water. Waving at people is a threat, smiling at people can be considered harassment, and we have personnel guides that have grown into volumes. All to make sure that no one is offended.

You know what would solve the whole problem? Respect. Give it. Show it. Expect it.
A simple fix to a world gone crazy with political correctness. A way to bridge the gap. Listen and be heard. A way to value the opinions of others, even when you disagree.

Respect.

Show this scary little resource some respect! Click on the link and check out the preview. Who doesn't like to be scared???


7 Spooky Stories!



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You want support? Buy a girdle.
Okay, so maybe I'm a little over the top, but haven't we all felt like the only support we have is in our undergarments???  I mean, do you feel like no one wants to accept responsibility or be held accountable?  Why is everyone running around trying to protect their own interests instead of taking care of business and doing their job?  Ugh!! So frustrating.

Take parents for example. They have a cuddly, cute little darling. They nourish and pamper their offspring for 5 years then trust them to the school system. The teacher contacts them about the behavior concerns of their little darling. "What?"they gasp, "My child would never do that!"  Oh. Yes. They. Would.  Or they are contacted about academic concerns. "My child makes A's on everything. Every year. It must be you." Well... I have a problem with parents that fail to be realistic. Parents who prefer to live in their own little fantasy world. No one is perfect. No one. We all need some assistance now and then. Does this make us a bad person? No. Does this make us stupid? No.

Why is there a growing trend toward widening the gap between schools and parents? It seems like they are pitted against each other in a struggle for what is best for the child. The level of trust has diminished. The level of respect is almost nonexistent. Parents often have an unrealistic view of their child's behavior and academic ability. Teachers are frustrated with the attitudes of parents. Administrators are caught between a rock and hard place.

Too often this results in teachers and students losing. Teachers lose respect for their administrators and parents of their students. Children lose the support they need to succeed. I don't mean that the teacher or parent gives up. I mean that the child realizes that nothing the teacher does will be supported by the parent, and they realize that the teacher has no support at the school.  It doesn't have to be stated. Kids know. All it takes is one phone call or conference or comment made at home for the child to figure out that mom or dad won't believe or support anything the teacher says. After that... the battle is lost.  The seed of entitlement is planted and the lesson on accountability becomes an antiquated notion buried in the past.

I will say that there are still some of those rare administrators that support their staff. They put their teachers and students first. They tackle the tough job of calling parents with less than stellar news. They stand up for what is right. They defend teachers who are doing what is best for children, even when parents don't agree.  If you are fortunate enough to work for one of these individuals, count yourself as truly blessed. Administrators that are strong and supportive are a dying breed.

Maybe one day those perfect children will grow up to be perfect parents raising more perfect children. One can only hope.


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I'm mean. I stay up way past your bedtime, and mine, just thinking of lessons that I know will bore you. Or lessons so hard that you get frustrated. It is always a plus if I can come up with a lesson that is, not only difficult and boring, but also educationally a waste of time. Why bother teaching anything? I'll just come up with bits of fluff that are nothing more than busy work.  I even call other teachers and get them involved in the conspiracy.  We like to spend our week-ends writing lesson plans. 

You know what I also do?  I find ways to blame you for things you didn't do. You're always telling me that you didn't do anything. I know that. I just find things that I can blame on you. That assignment that you didn't turn in. You know the one that everyone else did but you? You said I never discussed it in class. You said that you didn't hear me. Well, I intentionally whispered so you wouldn't hear me. I was hoping that you would miss it.  You know the pencil I saw you take off of another student's desk. The one you said really belonged to you? Well, my eyesight must be failing. Probably all those late nights. 

I think my hearing must be failing as well. I don't hear as well as I used to. That is why I'm always asking you if you know what we were talking about. It certainly wasn't because you were talking to your neighbor. No, nothing like that at all. Go ahead. Socialize. That is what school is all about. Right? Just a place to spend your days while you wait to grow up and hold down a real job. And, of course, if I say something you don't like you can ignore me. Naturally, you don't want to be upset by anything that I might be talking about. History too rough for you? Go ahead and play your tunes.  

My job isn't a real job? That's right. I only work a few hours a day, five days a week, with lots of paid time off. Hey, I don't even have to work in the summer. What gets better than that? Gives me plenty of time to look through my roster and decide which kids I'm going to pick on this school year.  Once that is settled, I start deciding how I'll pick on them. Will I ask them to sit by themselves just because I want to keep them guessing about what they did wrong? Could be. Having a student sit by themselves works wonders. They can't figure out why I moved them. I love to see the perplexed looks on their faces.  

Not allowing you to do extra credit was simply a genius decision on my part. I thought, "Why should I let these kids do extra credit when they don't do the assignments I gave?" Why, indeed. So, no extra credit. And, it goes without saying, no late work. After all I don't want to go soft on you.  If I allowed late work and extra credit, you might get the mistaken notion that I'm nice.  I wouldn't want that to happen. 

Oh, and don't follow my directions. They are just for your safety and to make the learning process easier for you. But, I don't want to interrupt what you are doing. Just tune me out and do what you want to do. That's okay. 

I'm sure that one day you'll have a boss that is as mean as me. He will probably expect you to show up to work on time. Unreasonable. He probably won't let you talk and text all day either. Isolating you from your friends. Unsociable. He might even expect you to work. Unthinkable. 

Your future boss might make me look a little kinder. Doubt it, though. You'll probably think that we are all in this together to ruin the lives of young people. That's it. It is a conspiracy. Teachers and future employers working together in our own secret club. The older generation just doesn't get you. We are living in the Stone Age. We don't get technology. We don't understand your lingo. We don't understand what is important to you.  We're out to get you. I'm sure that we don't desire a better education for you. It is safe for me to say that not one mean teacher wants you to succeed.  We don't want you to be successful in the real world. Nope. Not at all. We'd like to see you fail so you can blame your mean teacher. 

That's about all I can say right now. I've got some lesson-planning to do.  :) 

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There are things in the real world that are allowed, and in some cases even acceptable. But, let a teacher pull one of these stunts and suddenly everyone decides that the practice is deplorable.  Take for instance returning phone calls. Recently, I called to make a doctor's appointment. For a week. I left messages. I tried numerous times to get past the cute little message, but no one returned my call. For a week.  The receptionist thought it was funny that we had been playing "phone tag" when I finally reached a human.  They had been sooooooo busy.  I had trouble finding humor in the situation. I wonder if the receptionist would think it was funny if she called her child's teacher to see how they were progressing in school. And, the teacher took a week to respond. Not so funny any more, huh?

Or what about being late.  Seems like being late is socially acceptable.  Everyone from the lawyer to the dentist to the doctor can be running 10 -15 minutes late and, hey, it can't be helped. They had an emergency or an earlier patient was late to their appointment. Okay I get that. My conferences never seemed to run on time either. You know the parent that was supposed to be there at 8 am didn't show up until 8:15. It happens. Life. Traffic accident. Train. Flat tire. I really get it. Not trying to be sarcastic here. Just ask my husband. I don't wear a watch. I'm frequently late.  What I don't get is being over an hour late.   You sit in the waiting room. Your appointment was for 2 pm. It is now past 3 pm and you still haven't been called in. Must be a really long train. What would happen if a teacher were to be an hour or more late to school? What would happen to her classroom? I'll tell you. Chaos.


Here's one. Dress Code.  New 'protests' are made everyday about dress code.   I'm an adult, I know how to pick my own clothes. I don't need a dress code telling me how to dress. Really? Guess you are aware then that when you bent over everyone in the office knew the color of your underwear???  Stretch pants?  Didn't know you took the meaning of stretch so literally. If a teacher showed up at a school assembly dressed in inappropriate attire, she would probably be tarred and feathered. This is where I'd like to say that it wouldn't happen, but...... well.. let's just say that we need a dress code until everyone develops some common sense, as well as, fashion sense.


Texting. Just about anywhere you go someone has their phone out scrolling or texting or both. Kids are even using phones in school. For educational purposes (notice the sarcasm here?).  I've been in check-out lines and the cashier was too busy texting to check me out. Or the clerk in a store standing in the corner talking on her cell phone. That's okay. Don't let me interrupt you. Oh, and by the way, the next time you come visit the classroom, I'll be sitting at my desk texting.  I might be too busy to talk to you. And, I might not know where your child is. I haven't had time to teach today. If you want to talk to me, you can send me a text message.

The truth is teacher standards have always been high. Teachers have always had rules to follow (it's called a handbook). Most teachers are, by nature, rule followers. But, the highest standard we follow is the one that we set for ourselves.  So... go ahead and have your double standard. I'll just continue following mine.

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We have all been through CCSS and state standards and learning goals and GLEs. We've been through numerous training sessions and, even more, new implementation plans. We've sat and listening to 'experts' telling us how to implement the set of learning standards we are currently using so that our students will have the best learning experience possible. Let's face it. We've been there. Done that.

One of the ones I find most amusing (in a sarcastic sort of way) is the implementation procedure using the word rigor. My colleagues and I used to have a good laugh at that one. Oh, the concept was okay. It called for lessons to be thorough and relevant to student's needs today. It checked for cohesiveness and scaffolding. Not bad. In fact, our lesson should be cohesive and build on each other and be thorough. There's nothing wrong with making lessons relevant so that students can relate to them. Make a connection. So, what drove us to fits of laughter (much to our administrators confusion and dismay)? Rigor. Where do these people get these words? Apparently, not from a dictionary. If they had bothered to look it up, they wouldn't have chosen the word rigor. But, they didn't and now the education world adopted this word in relationship to our lessons without batting an eye.

Let me ask a few clarifying questions- just to make sure I understand the word rigor correctly. **
Why are 12 year old students being asked to follow rules for collegiate discussions?  Why are 10 year olds required to produce a life-like portrait? Why is number sense no longer deemed necessary after 1st grade? All in the name of rigor. We've geared education, not towards the child, not at the recommendation of experienced educators, but at the words of so-called experts who are telling us that rigor is part of the best-practices package.

Okay, learning should be thorough. Learning should be relevant, Learning should even be challenging. But rigorous. Not unless you want it to be dead, dead, dead.  Look it up. Rigor is a state of stiffness, chills and fever, the onset of death. And, yes, I do realize that an alternative definition for rigor can also mean thoroughness and diligence. But have you looked at the list of synonyms associated with this definition? Harsh, unyielding, or rigid.  Is this really what we are trying to convey? Sure, I get it. Rigor used with relevance has a catchy ring to it. Alliteration. But, do we really want our students to compare learning with something cold, stiff, and harsh?

Just ask any experienced, seasoned, veteran educator. They know what best-practices are. They know what is best for their kids. They know how to scaffold and challenge their students. And, it will save you thousands of dollars in expert fees.  And, maybe someday, in a perfect world, someone will wake up and say, "Hey, let's ask teachers what is best for their students. Let them write their learning goals and objectives." But until then... let's just keep a sense of humor and keep doing what we know is truly best.


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I'm a dinosaur. A relic. Born in the wrong era (just keep me in a century where there is air-conditioning and running water).  And, I've been told that my educational thoughts are often just as outdated as some of the clothing in my closet.  As I look around and see various declines in manners, behaviors, and knowledge base I can't help but compare school today to the good ole days.

Back in my day a student who talked back to the teacher didn't have the privilege to get off because they were having a bad day or the teacher just got on their nerves. Nope! You showed disrespect to an elder, you were punished. Period. No hand-holding, candy to soothe your hurt feelings, or chance to bash the teacher. You had a consequence. And, your parents were contacted. And... your parents didn't blame the school. Blame was laid squarely at your feet.  You were given the opportunity to show responsibility for your actions and to accept the consequence.  You grew and you learned and you turned out to be a pretty good adult.

Okay, so that wasn't always the case. I know. I went to school with some repeat offenders. With some kids that made some bad choices as adults. But for the most part, my former school mates turned out to be responsible adults.  People that I can say I am proud to know. People that contribute to society.

I can't say the same about some of my former students. I think the system cheated some of them out of becoming think-for-yourself-stand-on-your-own-two-feet kind of people. I think the education system bowed down to demanding parents who wanted their perfect child to have a perfect childhood. A childhood free of responsibilities, discipline, and expectations. We may not want to utter the words, but we think them.  We can all tell 'battle stories' of a kid and their parents that has bullied a school and /or teacher.  And, we all know an administrator that has backed down, rather than take a stand.

Politics starting pushing for higher results and searching for answers, and, in some cases, they made teachers and students the guinea pigs. Education has used just about every acronym you can think of and still they keep coming.  Everything that happens has a label slapped on it.  And still we keep looking for higher test scores and higher reading levels of graduating seniors. And we keep hiring specialist and people to conduct surveys and presenters telling teachers how to teach.  But we never step back into the Stone Age because kids are different today than they were back then.

I beg to disagree. Yes, there is technology. Yes, we have more single parent homes. Yes, more moms work outside the home. But, kids are still kids. Even though they may not realize it,  they don't want to have a tablet turned on and shoved in their hand. They want people to listen to them and watch them. They want to run and play and scream. They want someone to read them a story and tuck them in. A fairytale? Maybe so, but it shouldn't be. Kids shouldn't be given substitutes for the adults in their lives. And, their parents shouldn't feel guilty about the quantity of time they spend with them, but focus on the quality. Adults shouldn't translate that guilt into giving them everything they think they want. All they really want is a little quality time and some structure and guidelines (called rules back in the day) and someone they know they can trust when the siren sounds or they have a fight with their best friend. That's it.

You know the good ole days weren't too bad. The lack of technology didn't hurt me any. My mom gave me a cardboard box, some glue, scissors, and material scraps. I created a fantastic doll house. Now, I have an imagination. We didn't watch a lot of TV. With only three stations there wasn't that much to watch (still isn't).  I had books to read and my parents read to me. Now, I have a good job. My parents supported the teacher and reinforced the discipline I earned at school. Now,  I open doors for the elderly, and my husband isn't embarrassed to take me to a restaurant because I have manners. I don't think of my parents as the bad guys either. I love spending time with them.  They taught me how to follow rules. Now, I can play games with friends and not throw a temper tantrum when I lose.  My teachers were people that I respected. Not because they gave me a chocolate for standing quietly in line. Back in the day we weren't rewarded for doing what was expected of us.  I wanted to meet those expectations.  I was disappointed in myself when I disobeyed them. I wanted to do better. I wasn't angry at the teacher when she called my parents and I was spanked. I was angry at myself for being so disrespectful.  I promised myself that I would do better next time (It took a few times).  I didn't blame my teacher and neither did my parents. They took time to be parents because my teacher was taking time to be my teacher. All of them invested in my future.  I appreciate that.

My friends and myself may be dinosaurs, but since we didn't turn out so bad maybe we could learn some 'new' tricks from the old days.


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A school is not just a building. It is a community within a community. A finely tuned machine. A home away from home. A place of nurturing and growth.  A nursery of learning. I could go on and on, but you get the point. Schools are not just teachers and kids, although kids are definitely the heartbeat!  Schools involve custodians, cooks, bus drivers, special service providers, counselors, volunteers, administrators, substitutes, parents, and many others dedicated to helping children.

Take one out of the equation and you are unbalanced. The ride can get rough. Someone else has to pick up the slack.  It is easy to get wrapped up in your own little world and forget about the teacher down the hall or the person who cleans your room after you turn off the lights. It is easy to take for granted the cookies sitting in the teacher's workroom or the encouraging email that you received. That is until they are gone. Then you feel their absence. Some more keenly than others.

If you've worked in a district that had cutbacks you are familiar with extra duties. Emptying your trash, cleaning your boards, wiping down cafeteria tables.  Or, taking your Friday night to take tickets at a game or pass out programs at a musical event.  And the entire time you were probably thinking about all the things you could and needed to be doing to get your room ready instead of helping in some other area.

Do we take time to consider what responsibilities others have? I know that I can get impatient when some things are not done when I think they should be done, or an email is not responded to as quickly as I would like. I have to take a step back and realize that there are more pressing issues or other responsibilities that take precedence over mine.  This is a good time to have a humbling reality check. A good time to ask myself if I am appreciating those people that work in my world. Am I respecting their duties? Do I think mine are more important?

Truth is, no one person is more important than another. We are all needed to keep things running smoothly.  Teamwork.  It takes every one of us to pull off this thing called 'school'.


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