Monday, September 30, 2013

Five Things I LOVE about my job

1. The Dress Code: I love that jeans, school polos/t-shirts, and khaki pants are considered acceptable attire!





2.  The Schedule:  I admit - I love getting off work at 3pm. Those "late nights at the office" are my definition of torture! 



3.  Christmas Break:  Call it "winter break" if you must be politically correct, but we all know we're getting out for Christmas.  I LOVE that I get 2 weeks off!! 



4.  That "A-Ha" moment: When students FINALLY "get" it and understand a concept or make a connection to another work or their lives. 



5.  My students: I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I get the best kids; every year I luck out!

One of my classes of graduating seniors - Class of 2013


Sunday, September 29, 2013

If I Ran The World ... (part 1)

If I Ran the World ...

*Lunches would be longer than 40 min.

*School would be over by noon - every day



(Oh yes, with this platform, I fully expect to be a write in candidate in the next Presidential elections!)

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Things I Tell Them ...

     1. You are NOT the Grade you receive. 


They always laugh at this one. A few will mutter, “Yeah, tell that to my mom.” Most understand what I mean by it: YOU aren’t the sum of grades you earn. YOU have value, worth, significance beyond what you achieve (or don’t achieve in some cases). You are special because you are. I wish more of my students realized this. I wish more of their parents realized this.  I don’t think that they would achieve less if they felt valued for who they were as a person. I don’t think that they would feel entitled to slack off, or that failing grades were acceptable. I do think it would ease the pressure, and the stress, and the feeling of the need to cheat because they can’t measure up to expectations. I do think my students would have less depression, less anxiety, less self-loathing if they felt accepted for BEING.  

2.   You don’t need to go to college to be financially successful in life … but it sure helps if you do.  


We’ve all heard the Steve Jobs and Bill Gates stories – how they dropped out of college and founded what eventually became multimillion dollar companies.  But, let’s face it. Most of my students are no Steve Jobs or Bill Gates.  However, that doesn’t mean they can’t not go to college and still be successful financially in life.  I know plenty of self employed real estate agents, insurance agents, hair stylists, make-up artists, computer techs, etc. who never finished that degree.  College isn’t for everyone.  But it sure helps to get that foot in the door of a job if you have that piece of paper.

3. It’s as much who you know as what you know.  



 Learn the art of having a conversation with people who are not the same as you or who don’t have the same interests as you do. Learn how to make small talk. WHO you know gets your foot in the door. WHAT you know keeps you there. 

4.  If all else fails .... go back to #1.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Things They Tell Me

In my almost 11 years of teaching high school students, I’ve realized that they will tell me anything.  Literally, A-N-Y-thing.   More than I want to know. More than I need to know. More than I thought I would ever know.  Much of what I’ve learned has been written in essays they never thought I’d read, or papers I’m sure they thought I just stamped and never glanced at. They were wrong.  I always read everything that comes across my desk.  Many students just want someone to listen to them.  They need to hear themselves talk out problems or issues – so they talk to me. And I just listen.   

I’ve heard, “I’m gay.” And, “My girlfriend might be pregnant,” and, “I’m pregnant.”  I’ve been told about abusive fathers, and stepfathers and moms who “hate me.”  And about being bullied by other students. That “my parents got divorced when I was 8 … and I still cry at night about it.” I’ve read that their biggest regret in life was losing their virginity.  And, how they smoke weed.  I’ve heard about the dangers of driving high.  I’ve been told about boyfriends who are abusive, and about the pressure they feel from their boyfriend/girlfriend to have sex. I’ve heard all about friend drama, and team drama, and who does sexting,  and coaches who “hate” them, and injuries, and practice, and who they Really-want-to-ask-to-Prom-and-why-they-asked-someone-else-to go.  I’ve read about not having enough to eat at home, and how their parents fight over money.   I’ve read “I’m lonely” and, “I have learned you can’t trust anyone.”  I’ve read details on suicide attempts.  I’ve heard all about college dilemmas and the pressure they feel from their parents to be: Like their sister/brother. Perfect. Successful.  Smart. 

I’ve also read about the lasting influence a grandma has had. And how they will never forget her hugs, love, and special recipes. I’ve read all about a grandpa who taught them the value of hard work, an older sibling who stood up for them. I’ve heard about the aunts and uncles who saved their lives and took them in and raised them as their own. And coaches who comforted them when they were going through a tough time, coaches who disciplined them for slacking off, coaches to whom they feel they owe any success in life, coaches who were the father figure they needed since their dad walked out/was put in jail/was never around.  I’ve read about how much they admire their single mom’s determination to work her minimum wage job so there is food on the table, and how their biggest fear in life is of disappointing her.  I’ve read about hopes for their futures – graduations, joining the military, what it feels like to be the first person ever in their family to attend a college or university.  I’ve heard about “true love” and marriages (yes, I’ve had high school seniors get married) and babies. 


I’ve read and cried and admired these kids I am privileged to teach and to know in this small way. I admire their resilience, their ability to hope and dream in spite of desperate situations, and their determination to make their parents/coach/sibling/themselves proud. I’ve learned that all kids really want is a balance of love and discipline -                                   

And a listening ear.  

Friday, September 13, 2013

The First Year Is The Worst Year ... On The Importance of Mentors

Any experienced teacher will tell you that the first year is the worst year!! That first year of teaching is kind of like the first year of parenting …. You can read all the books in the world but putting that theory to practice is a totally different thing.  Suddenly the great lesson plan ideas you read about (or maybe created in your so-totally-worth-the-money education classes) don’t work. 

How first year teachers think their classes will be

In reality, that first year you spend most of your time just trying to keep control of the class, stay one step ahead of the students, and hang on for dear life!

Reality for most first year teachers

I had no intention of ever becoming a teacher, so I had never taken any education courses, had never read any “how to” books, basically, I had no idea what I was doing when I was offered my first job.  Then I got my first high school teaching job. Still no education classes, still relatively little idea of how to do what I was supposed to do – oh, AND they gave me the AP Literature classes (with no curriculum guidelines “freedom to do whatever you want” is frightening to a new teacher!). Somehow, I was supposed to teach kids who scored higher on the SAT the first time they took it than I had after my … multiple tries.

Lucky for me, in both instances, I had a veteran teacher right across the hall from me who was willing to help me in any way I needed it.  Key words: any way I needed it.  Neither undermined my authority with the students (although both were given plenty of opportunities).  They were supportive, encouraging, positive and trusting that I would figure it out.  They gave insight, offered wise words from their many years of experience – and then both… let me figure it out.  Let me make my own mistakes. Let me gain my own experience.  And I am a better teacher because of it.



The current “student teacher” apprenticeship is supposed to function in a manner similar to what I experienced – a veteran teacher showing the ropes to the aspiring, inexperienced one.  However, most people don’t get jobs in the schools in which they student teach. Most student teaching isn't really about TEACHING – it’s about how pretty of a lesson plan you can design, and if you can write a good enough report on your lesson’s “success.” It’s nothing like a real teaching job where you can run the class how you want.

How most first year teachers feel


Once you land a real teaching job, most schools don’t have a mentor program. Money is a reason why not, but the sad reality is, most veteran teachers don’t care to be mentors.  It takes a lot of time and energy to “be there” for someone just starting out – to watch them make mistakes and handle situations differently than you would or than you think they should.  Studies show that almost 46% of new teachers burn out within 5 years.  Mentors could help to change this.




 I was never so thankful for extended family – all of whom were teachers – uncles who gave me science experiment ideas, parents who suggested how to handle discipline or classroom management issues, sister  who were sympathetic ear to my first year frustrations – as I was those first few years of teaching.  I was lucky to have had such a support system when I was starting out.  

Thank you Mary, Linda and Blaine. You showed me not only how to be a great teacher, but how to be a great colleague.




Sunday, September 1, 2013

Pardon Me, Ma'am ... But, Your Reputation Is Showing!

It’s never a good thing when your students show up to class the first day of school with cookies and chips, expecting a party. It’s probably even worse when you let them “celebrate the first day of school” with said cookies and chips …

 There was a time when I was known as the “Tough Teacher.” Students FEARED me. They quieted down when I walked the halls. They entered the class silently. They got right to work with no messing around. I was all powerful. I was INTIMIDATING.

 …. It lasted all of about 2 whole weeks. Then one of my students did something funny (I forget what it was now), I cracked up laughing …. AAAANNNNDD … that was the end of my intimidation factor. I was so worried that the students weren’t going to listen to me if I wasn’t “mean,” I wasn’t enjoying my job. Every morning was stress-filled anticipating potential discipline problems. Once I relaxed, I realized, it was a whole lot more fun for me to enjoy my students rather than try to scare them into behaving. I was having fun, the kids were learning, and I actually didn’t have the discipline issues that I had feared.

 A few years ago I had a freshman stop in to tell me how much she wanted to be in my class her senior year. I was so flattered! Wondering her reason (and what she had heard about my fabulous teaching activities) – she told me “I hear it’s just movies and parties! The kids tell me they never do any work!” I was furious. WHAT!! THIS is my reputation? “The Party Teacher”? I was so angry; I made the next class period write an essay that I threw away in the trash after they turned them in (NOT my best teaching moment.) Every year my students seem flabbergasted they actually have to WORK in my class. They’ve been duped, they claim. “You’ve gotten stricter” they say. “This isn’t what they did last year” “You HATE us!” they whine. None of it is true.

 I want to be the “tough teacher.” I do. I think. I want to be the teacher the kids fear. I want to be the one who wins “strictest teacher award” – but despite my efforts, I can’t turn the tide in my favor. Maybe it’s because I find being a stickler, being “mean,” exhausting. Those 2 weeks of ruling the school through fear and intimidation were the most tiring of my life. “Don’t crack a smile for at least the first semester,” I had been told. I tried to follow that advice. I really did. But the fact of the matter is … I enjoy my students. I think they are funny. I enjoy teaching a whole lot more when I’m not trying to be someone I’m not. Plus, it’s only just recently been that the kids have caught on that our “parties” are more like “eating while we work.” (If I call it a “party,” and let them eat a cookie while writing the timed essay I just gave them, they are less likely to complain. Free Teacher tip.)

 The truth of the matter is: I want my students to be challenged. I want them to learn. But I want them to enjoy my class too. I want them to look forward to going to my class. I want them to want to learn! If that means we eat a few chocolate chip cookies every now and then in exchange for efforts being made, then I guess I’m ok. with that – especially if there’s a cookie left for me!