Showing posts with label teaching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teaching. Show all posts

7/25/21

A Quote That Speaks to Me

 I just love quotes. I used to read them and type them on an old typewriter in my bedroom in high school.  I would then paste them on my bedroom wall for inspiration. 

I often introduced quotes in lessons with my students. Now I can search for quotes online any day and find ones that speak to whatever is happening in my life. The one below is a perfect example.

There have been a few bumps in the road for me lately. I am ready to look forward and believe this quote. Something amazing is about to happen. I am ready.

Do you have a quote that speaks to you?

9/6/18

Sibling Assignment #194: Crossroads That Led to the Classroom




Sister Carol gave Sibling Assignment #194. While attending Cosette’s graduation recently, it got me thinking about when I graduated from college, what I did and didn’t remember from that day, and where I was at regarding my future.  Think back to when you graduated and received your bachelor’s degree.  What happened next in your life, and how do you remember feeling at this crossroads of your life? You will find her post here and brother Bill'shere

When you major in education in college you are on a strict timetable before and after graduation. When I graduated from college most teaching jobs were posted in spring/early summer and teachers were hired for the next school year by early July. Back in the day, we got a newsletter that listed all the teaching jobs that were open.

I knew I wanted a teaching job. I had student taught in Coeur d’Alene and hoped to continue teaching there. I did get an interview, but back then hundreds of new teachers applied for jobs there. I wasn’t  selected. I focused my search on the Inland Empire mostly because I thought it would make it easier to relocate.

I was most interested in fourth or fifth grade, but would have considered other grade levels. I had my bright yellow interview dress and often was driven to interviews in the early part of the summer because I didn’t have a car. Sometimes my parents let me use their car.  I interviewed in Bonners Ferry, Sandpoint, Garfield WA, and Kellogg. I decided to take the job in Kellogg because it was fourth grade. The pay was better than the districts up north. It was at Pinehurst Elementary which meant I would know lots of the staff.

For me it was a fun crossroads in life summer. It was easy to find an apartment, I got my first car, and I got lots of help and support from my mom and other teachers in the district. I didn’t have much money in September so I ate dinner at my parents every night. I enjoyed that because I could troubleshoot teaching strategies with Mom. Dad’s favorite saying during that time was, “Are you two going to teach school all evening?” Yes, we pretty much did that.

It was a smart decision for me and it got my teaching career off to a strong start. I had quality people I taught with, supportive parents, students I have never forgotten, and a fun social life also. I stayed at PInehurst the first three years of my career and only left because a marriage to my first husband required relocation.


4/19/15

Sibling Assignment #160: A Still Mind

We are back doing our sibling assignments after a hectic time with each of our lives. Brother Bill gave the assignment:

Do you have anything in your life that you've not been doing that you used to a lot more of?  In other words, have you let something important in your life slip away -- maybe not completely, but more than you'd like in a perfect world.

Write about it -- why it matters to you, how you miss it, and how you think you'll go about getting back to it. You will find my sister's here and my brother's is here.here

Right now my life is very hectic. As a family we are striving to provide support and care for our mother after she had an accident. As a teacher my brain is on overload trying to navigate the procedures and processes for administering a large amount of tests to my students. I am also trying to walk the fine line of pushing more information into my students' minds and just letting them relax and do their best to show 
what they know on the new federal tests. 
We have been working tirelessly to get our home ready to sell. We have had lots of help, but the decluttering and downsizing just needs to be done personally. There have been "discussions" about what to keep, what to give away, and what to sell. There have been numerous trips to the dump,hardware stores, charity places to donate, 
and places that have moving boxes.
I have been educating myself on the world of real estate. I have studied selling houses, buying houses, and all that it involves. I have searched for houses, visited houses, and drove by houses. When we made the decision to move back to my hometown, we knew there would be houses available. 
It was just finding a special one.
What have I not been doing? Letting my mind be still. It was obvious to me this week-end when all kinds of information, communication, and decisions came at me in a short period of time. I needed my mind to be still. My mom has been going to bed very early while healing from her accident. Last night after she was tucked into bed, I forced my mind to be still. I started writing, making lists, thinking, praying, and writing some more. I knew it was what I needed to do.
I also know I need to continue to find time to keep my mind still as we transition into a new chapter in our lives. Sitting in my childhood living room, looking out the window at the house that will soon be mine, finding comfort with the lawn lights and streetlights kept my mind still.
Now I just need to keep it up.

8/6/14

The Original Common Core: Old School


 A couple of weeks ago we sat in the beautiful gardens at the home of Joy P. The group included my mom, a retired school teacher, myself and Joy with lots of years of teaching experience between the two of us, and my sister that works with students in the Gear UP program.

We were talking about the changes happening in schools and education in general. The instruction of math came up because is seems like the Common Core standards are moving teachers and students to a different way of teaching and learning math. The conversation moved to the arts and  how elementary art and opportunities for students to be creative is moving to the back burner. Joy then commented that the way we learned and the way Mom taught was good teaching. She inquired, "What was wrong with that kind of teaching?"

Today people call it "old school". Is it so old school?As I reflected on our summer school session with students from grades two through nine, I thought about "old school " teaching vs. Common Core.
We taught our program using a one-room schoolhouse model from the 1900s. It was exciting seeing older students teaching younger students or assisting and reading to them. I think the younger students taught the older students a thing or two also.

Students were allowed freedom to read what they wanted. They found books they were excited about reading that "weren't allowed" sometimes because they were too hard or too easy. They discovered books on tape. They loved being read to. They were reminded how much they loved poetry. Teachers don't have time to fit some of these parts of reading in to instruction anymore. Old school? Perhaps, but it worked for us.

Students were motivated and without much reminding they ate their breakfast each day in the cafeteria and hustled to the library to enjoy reading. They were thrilled when the Book Mobile came and they could pick books. They sat intently listening to Sarah, the library lady read Grimms Fairy Tales to them. She connected them to the current animated movies they watch, but I still think they would have loved them.

Yes, we answered questions about reading and practiced math with time tests and games. We were aware of the Common Core standards and worked at weaving them into our teaching. Students excelled by reading, thinking, writing, and performing math tasks.

The days were even more enriching because we allowed them to be creative in art. They drew sketches, painted, created designs, painted, used yarn, colored with Sharpies, and found their muses. Our students just don't get enough opportunities to do this anymore.

When more than thirty students showed up each day during the hot summer, this illustrated to me that old school learning can work. I think of my mom and what made her such a successful teacher. She knew each student personally and cared about them inside and outside of the classroom. She pushed her students to excel and believed they could do it. She was patient and tried new ways of teaching when students didn't " get it".  She found things that students were interested in and brought those things into the classroom. She had art projects, a Valentine post office, guppies, and tadpoles. She read books and encourages them to read books. Old school? Perhaps.

Thanks Joy for reminding me that Old School can work. As I start another school year in a few weeks, I plan to revisit those things that make teaching successful. I think those important strategies will be in place before Common Core.



3/25/14

Why We Write

I have many friends and family members that love to write. As the early signs of spring emerge around us, the urge to get words on paper or screen appears to be necessary after a dark winter rest. Family members are returning to blogs. Other family members are beginning blogs. Friends are expressing frustration of not having the time to write.I now have students eager to put words to composition book also. I want to write.

 I often return to Julia Cameron's words of wisdom when I engage in my own writing. If you are reading this for the first time or revisiting it again with me, embrace her message. There are many things which resist naming.

Why We Write
By Julia Cameron
There are many things which resist naming,
And that is why we write.
We write because language is slippery,
And the truth is.
We write because
The light we have to see by
Is always shifting
Never forget that writers are prophets.
We speak in tongues.
We testify.
We are for each other a believing mirror.
Our words make us visible.
Our listening makes us heard.
Never forget that writers are soldiers.
Our writing is the long march,
The walk into time.
Each word is a drum.
We sound it across great distances,
Reaching one another and ourselves.
Every poem is a day's march.
A celebration more necessary than water or wine.
Every poem is a drink of blood.
Never forget that writing is an act of courage -
Not on the days when it is simple and we discount it.
Not on the days when it is hard and we write like sand.
Our words are torches.
We pass them hand to hand
And mouth to mouth
Like a burning kiss.
Never forget to say thank you.
Every syllable is a grace.

5/4/13

Girls With Cameras

The other day all the boys in my sixth grade class went to a meeting so I just had the girls. I handed them cameras and said, "Go for it." This is what they captured on film. I love it!

10/7/12

You Begin

I know I have shared this poem before, but now that I am teaching art again, it had a whole new meaning. Enjoy.

You Begin
By Margaret Atwood

You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue and flat
on the paper, almost
the shape of an eye.
This is your mouth, this is an O
or a moon, whichever
you like. This is yellow.

Outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only 
the colors of these nine crayons.

This is the world, which is fuller
and more difficult to learn than I have said.
You are right to smudge it that way
with the red and then
the orange: the world burns.

Once you have learned these words
you will learn that there are more
words than you can ever learn.
The word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
The word hand anchors
your hand to this table,
your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words.

This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.

9/15/12

The Beauty of Art

I knew when I was asked to teach Fine Arts this year I would be in heaven. My middle school elective is part drama, part art which go hand in hand. I hadn't taught either for quite a few years, but it was like riding a bicycle. I just got back on and have never turned back. Here are some images of what my students have created so far.





6/29/12

Bonding in Texas


Any time a group of staff members get together and go to training it is a fun learning experience. I returned home from a conference with my work peeps this morning very early.

We started out Sunday morning with a delayed flight. Part of the group got sent another direction which required them to end up renting a car and driving from Houston to Dallas. 

At the conference we learned strategies to become better classroom instructors. We shared ideas with each other and with teachers from all over the west. We supported each other, we shared laughs and tears, and we saw some sights of Dallas. 

Coming home was a long, long process that started at 3:00 Central time yesterday and ended up at 5:00 a.m. this morning when I arrived home. Our bonding experience was just about over. We all gathered together again at 4:30 this afternoon to give full support to our superintendent as the school board was deciding on his contract. People showered the room with praise, touching stories, and strong messages about how we felt about our fellow trip travel member. Our superintendent was hired again. We cheered, shed some tears, shook hands with him and savored our bonding experience.

6/20/12

It Takes a Village

Part of what I love about teaching is the adult learning part. Believe me, I learn new things from my students each and every day, but I don't often have time to dig into new adult learning. Today some members of our staff gathered in my classroom for a day of reexamining the teaching of reading. For me it is exciting to read and research best practices in the teaching of reading. When there is a kindergarten teacher at one end of the group and a high school English teacher at the other end and the rest of us in between,  you really get the perspective that it does "take a village to teach a child to read." Each of us plays such an important role in our small school to get a child through twelve years of education. We celebrated our successes and grappled with our opportunities for change. Tomorrow we get to do it again. I feel honored to work with the teachers I do at Inchelium.

3/2/11

In A Word: Busy

 There are days in my teaching life that I don't get much of a breather. The school day begins with early arriving students, a quick cup of coffee, admit slips from sick kids, an unexpected visitor, an accidental water spill, a lost notebook, important phone call, teaching, learning, papers piling on the desk, sad news about a former student, preparing kids for conferences, early release, quick lunch, then student-led conferences. Whew! At some point in the day my desk looked like this:

 I was glad we held the conferences in a classroom in the other building that was more organized than mine! Tomorrow we will have conferences again. I love the opportunity to visit with families about student progress.

12/13/10

Sibling Assignment #138; "A Christmas Carol" Muppet Style

I gave the assignment again this week. What book or story most connects you to Christmas and why? I never read Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" in school. My only memory of the book was "Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol" in cartoon form. I was always annoyed with Mr. Magoo and wished he would just put his glasses on. I do remember being a bit scared of the ghosts in the cartoon.
When I began teaching middle school "A Christmas Carol" was written in a play format in our literature book. I read it for the first time. Students needed some background on what life was like in London during the time the play was written, but this play was key to introducing or emphasizing character traits and how a character changes through a story or play. I decided when I first taught this play I would analyze the different versions of the movie just to see how Scrooge was depicted in the different versions. It was a fun exercise in class right before Christmas break.
I was pleased when I began teaching middle school again at Inchelium that the same play was in the literature book. I have taught this play/book now for about fifteen years. I have seen Goofy as Jacob Marley, Kermit and Mickey Mouse as Bob Cratchit, George C. Scott, Michael Caine, Patrick Stewart, and Bill Murray as Scrooge ( I have not shown the last one in class). Each actor depicts each of the characters in a unique way.
I haven't seen the new version with Jim Carrey playing Scrooge and all the ghosts. We will watch it this week. I have to go out on a limb here though and say that my favorite version still is "Muppets Christmas Carol". There is nothing like Miss Piggy telling off Scrooge, Marley and Marley doing their song and dance routine, and Michael Caine pulling off Scrooge very effectively.
This story reminds me of what is important at Christmas. Students learn how a character can move from being a miser to feeling forgiveness and compassion for others. The quote that always stays with me is "It is required of every man," the ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death."- A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens. Now this story connects me to Christmas.
Enjoy a favorite part of " The Muppets Christmas Carol" with me.

9/16/10

A Math Problem of the Day

Here is my math problem for the day:
What do you get when you take one sick day, one day to catch up, five spirit days, one homecoming game, one powderpuff football game, one lost cell phone ( not mine), four "lost" assignments, six eager junior high football players, two uncooperative computers, and one exploding pen?

Twenty-three reasons why I am ready for a peaceful week-end.

6/23/10

The Whole Truth

On the last page of each issue of the magazine Whole Living, Body +Soul in Balance there is a column called The Whole Truth. Each month a different famous person answers similar questions. I have found their responses enlightening and decided to do it myself today.
  
If I could say one thing to myself ten years ago.... " When you plant trees and ground covers in the gardens eventually shade WILL  be created and the ground covers WILL help control weeds."

My favorite place in the world..."A quiet campground close to home at the end of September when the air is crisp, it is quiet, and we can sit by the campfire with the dogs and relax."

The movie I watch when I want to laugh... " I haven't watched comedy movies recently, but if I wanted to laugh at a classic comedy it would be Tootsie. 

No one knows I... "also say prayers for the safety of all my dogs and cats when I go to sleep at night."

I feel healthy when I... " drink lots of water and cut out sweets."

If I could do anything else for living I'd... " work in a plant nursery in the mornings, then grab a coffee drink and work in a book store in the afternoon."


Exercise routine... "Right now? I walk around the yard to take pictures, I walk out to the road to get the mail, and I walk back and forth building to building at school. I think I need to find a place a bit further away to walk."

Proudest moment in my career..."was when a student that had been "a challenge" came back to visit me a few years later and apologized, then thanked me for believing in him."

My dad always told me.." Your mother asked you to do it. Do it!"

My mom was right about..." The time from the vine to the brine is the secret to crisp, flavorful dill pickles. Amen Mom!"



The lesson I keep learning over and over... " If a child isn't learning in my classroom, it's not because they can't, but often something I can't control is getting in the way."


I wish I had more time for..."spending time with family that lives far away."

My great unfilled dream is...." to gather creative people together at my place where we can have a sanctuary to dream, write, create, and learn more about ourselves. "

Real contentment is "sitting in the garden after dinner with my husband reflecting on all the good in the world."

One of my favorite quotations is... " To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We know each others' hearts.  We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time."~Clara Orteg

I always feel saner when I.... " grab my camera and capture the simple beauty of the world around me."


If you feel like joining in and finishing these sentences I would love to read your responses.
You can find Whole Living magazine here.

3/12/10

Tire Woes, Dancing in Class, and the Bluebird of Happiness

Sometimes weeks can go by, life is uneventful, and I plod along counting my blessings. Other times there are so many events that the week is all a blur. As  I began to teach today I asked, "Is it really Friday?"

We had one of those weeks at our house. Strange noises from the back tires while I was in Spokane  last week didn't just mean the tires needed balancing. It involved a whole brake system. Whole brake systems mean more than a little change out of the pocket.

JEJ discovered the poison oak on our hillside is definitely alive and well. The cats carry the oil in their fur, the oil is in the smoke when burning brush on the hillside, and it stays on everything it touches. When people are sensitive to poison oak it makes for a miserable time. JEJ is one of those people. After doing many loads of wash, finding effective remedies, and learning everything I ever wanted to know about poison oak online I am just thankful I am not as sensitive to it. JEJ is on the mend.

The school week was not uneventful either. A student is struggling with her mother's diagnosis of cancer, we all said good-bye to a seventh grader that moved today, another girl had just written a beautiful tribute to her dog, but then arrived to class in tears trying to tell me she lost her beloved dog. It was a week full of tears, words of encouragement, pain, and sadness.

Then it snowed a few inches, the pond froze again,the Zags lost the championship game, I sequestered myself in my study for a day to work on my National Board portfolio due in nineteen days, I had my own health issues, and I had to remind students gummy bears are for eating, not throwing.
Then there were times I counted my blessings. I danced in front of my class with our departing student and didn't break a bone or sprain an ankle and have a video to prove it, I baked brownies, I listened to excited students reading comments received on our class blog. I enjoyed a blissful nap today, my dear cousin is out of the hospital and on the mend at home, my brother is finding more energy every day to catch up with his student work (which means he is getting stronger), and I saw a bluebird this morning as I stepped out of my car at school.
I think the rest of the week can only get better!

2/21/10

Sibling Assignment # 121: Tied to a Teacher: Mrs. Tregoning

This is the fourth sibling assignment we have used with Tied.  Silver Valley Girl gave us this assignment. "Write about seeing someone after a long time, and how the emotional ties you had with each other contributed to your experience of being with that person again."I will link to my siblings' posts soon.

I have shared many school memories on this blog. My friend Dawn and I help each other recollect the special events and activities from Mrs. Tregoning's sixth grade class at Sunnyside School in Kellogg, Idaho. You wanted to work hard in her class. You wanted to behave. She had a way of pulling the best she could out of every student she had. She encouraged me to write stories, she chose my pencil sketch of my shoes for the art contest ( and I won!), and she inspired  my love for reading and poetry. She was calm, kind, and very wise. I loved her class and had deep respect for her.

About eighteen years later I saw her again. Now I am sure our paths had crossed during junior high and high school. I only lived a block away from her house.Seeing her again was after I was married and a teacher also. I spent some time each summer at Rose Lake in northern Idaho. I was in a lawn chair on the dock reading a novel when I heard voices next door . I looked up and saw Mrs. Tregoning walking gracefully down the steps toward the beach. She was dressed in casual summer attire, carrying a drink, and laughing with our neighbors.  I remember thinking, " Is that really Mrs. T.?" I had never known of her to hang out with Floyd and Eva.

I felt like I was back in sixth grade. For some reason I thought I shouldn't be laying in a chair on a dock, but up doing some important reading or reciting some poetry. All these memories of stories to the Amazon, "Oh Captain, My Captain", water color painting, the end of the year picnic in Pinehurst,and Weekly Readers came rushing back.

I got up and went and talked to her. I was an adult, but felt awkward like I was the kid too young to be at the adult party. She put me at ease though. She inquired about my life and teaching. I was sixth grade polite. I explained about my job teaching in Kennewick. What I really wanted to explain was how she inspired me to become a teacher, how I tried to carry so much of what she modeled for me into my classroom, and how she was a hero to me. Still, I was sixth grade polite.

As the group walked to the dock and loaded on the floater I went back to my chair with my head still swirling with sixth grade memories. She smiled and waved again as I sat back down. She made me feel proud to have continued with my education and become a teacher. Once again she had that quiet way of making me feel important. Thanks to my classmate Rick Chapman for posting our class picture on Facebook.

2/17/10

Tied to Blogging: One thousand Two Hundred Twenty-Two Posts Later

Three years ago today I began this blog. These one thousand two hundred twenty-two posts have introduced you to my beautiful corner of the world, my siblings and our weekly writing assignments, the dogs and cats, our gardens, my mom, lots and lots of poetry, even more photographs, our favorite camping spots, many of my favorite books, recipes, and blog friends. I have made slide shows, posted favorite videos, loaded treasured old photos, and played familiar songs. I have linked many of my posts now to Facebook.

Building in the routine of writing almost every day has been important to me. I look forward to pairing this blog with the new one I am sharing with my students that I wrote about yesterday. Again, if you want a view into the window of my classroom you can visit it here.
I hope you keep stopping by. It has been a pleasure meeting you.

2/16/10

Tied to My Students With A New Blog

 I have launched another blog for the purpose of telling the stories of life in our classroom. My students are given opportunities to post each day and I squeeze in a few words here and there also. It is called 40 students, 1 Teacher, 100 Days of Writing. The new blog can be found here.

It has been exciting to watch students decide what they want to share. Students have written about what they are learning, two have posted poems, one her artwork, and another about her love for chocolate.
I look forward to many more days of writing as we move through the next four months of school.
Here are some images we captured last Friday before Valentine's Day.

2/12/10

Tied to a Date in March

I knew working toward my National Board Certification this year would be a challenge, but as the date nears for my portfolio to be mailed, I am writing, revising, revideotaping, and gathering student samples like crazy and redefining challenge. If you are just stopping in and wondered why I haven't been commenting on your blog or creating a farm on Facebook, I have been completing a portfolio to reach National Board Certification in teaching. My portfolio is a box of materials I am putting together to demonstrate my teaching. I have done two video tapes, started a blog with my students (more about that later), analyzed student work, analyzed my own work, and done a ton of reading. The whole process continues to make me a stronger teacher. Today I was a weary teacher, but still a bit stronger.

The box has to be mailed by March 31st (which is during my spring break). Tonight I made reservations for a stay in a mountain cabin so JEJ, the dogs, and I can get away for four days after I deliver my box to the post office. We will be surrounded by mountains and pines in a remote location at the north part of the Methow Valley. JEJ lived in this valley as a child and wants to go back and visit places he remembers. I printed a picture of the cabin and that is my motivation to keep staying the course for the next six weeks. After the portfolio is mailed I prepare for an exam. Fortunately the exam is scheduled at the end of May. I can take a little break.  I am starting to see a faint light at the end of the tunnel.

2/3/10

Tying Up Loose Ends

I don't like an unfinished to-do list on my desk.  It is important for me to tie up loose ends. I like to be able to look at a list of tasks and have them checked off.It is difficult for me to start a lesson with students and then run out of time. Conversations that end too quickly because of a bell ringing or another class coming feel incomplete. It just seems like I don't get back to those things.

Guess what?  There are times in teaching that things just have to be left undone. Teachable moments have to end sooner than planned, a phone call may be interrupted, a child that needs your attention may not get it.  I am used to that, but there are times in the evening when I remember the question that didn't get answered, the story that went untold, the tear that didn't get consoled.

I like to tie up loose ends, but it often doesn't happen during a teaching day. Because of that I try to take care loose ends at the end of the day when I arrive home. I can straighten up a closet, do my banking, organize a drawer, write up a grocery list.  Then I can start fresh the next day even if the ends begin to unravel again.

This is the messy joy of a teaching life.  It is a  life divided up into hour segments controlled by a bell. It is a life that can be stopped by a lock down, interrupted by a roof leaking, slowed down by the death of a student. It is also a life full of generosity, respect, laughs, and learning. I am ready now to start a new day.