Sunday, March 8, 2015

Monday? Friday?

Monday?  Friday?


Tomorrow's Monday.  
Back to school after 
two snow days and 
Springing Forward!
It will not be the normal Monday... 
more like the normal Friday, 
but it will be MONDAY!
At least 
there will not be a 
full moon!  
:)

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Saturday's Therapy

Saturday's Therapy Session


Therapy can be extremely time-consuming, expensive, and necessary.


Therapy is absolutely necessary

As the world is going crazy

As the weather is wacky

As the four walls close in

Therapy is a necessity, that is for sure.


Therapy can be expensive

The price of gas begins to rise

The cost of milk is outrageous

The bills of heating homes is way out of control

Therapy can be costly, but oh so urgent.


Therapy can be time-consuming.

Time is everything to a teacher

Time truly does fly, matters not if fun is being had

Time is not money,  but time is priceless

Therapy steals precious time, don't have it to give.


Saturday's therapy was time well-spent, free, and totally necessary

Got out my running shoes

Got with my running buds

Got in the glorious sunshine

Therapy came in the form of Adidas shoes, sweet friends, and warm sunshine


Saturday's therapy was free, time well-spent, and oh so necessary!



Friday, March 6, 2015

Peace and Reconcialtion


"And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds  in Christ Jesus."  Phillipians 4:7


My readings for the past two years have been mostly comprised of professional material... reading about reading and writing.  I have missed ficiton.  I have missed the empathetic feelings toward the breathing characters as they become my neighbors, the folks down the street, my close friends.  Last fall break... I picked up a book titled Lila by Marilynne Robinson.  I had read her Pultizer Prize book Gilead a few summers ago; as I tenderly lifted Lila from the stack of new fiction and read the inside flap, "... returns to the town of Gilead..." I knew what my next read would be.  As I continued to read professional readings,  Lila could only demand a small slice of my reading time.

Just finished Lila by Marilynne Robinson... This is not a book review!  It is a tiny slither of a slice ~ reflection of my teaching philosophy inspired by the words from Rev. Ames and Dr. Hiam Ginot.

Towards the end of the redemptive story of Lila, Robinson writes... "the peace that passeth all human understanding."  This line resonates within my spirit and soul.  

As a teacher, guide, facilitator, leader, role model for children... I realize the immense responsibility I possess.  Everyday, I hold precious impressionable minds and spirits in the palm of my hand.  (I am reminded of this Hiam Ginot quote, my mom handed to me when I began my teaching career.) 

How do I balance this heavy-laden but passionate postion of power and honor... 

in the lifted line from  Lila... "...the peace that passeth all human understanding..."   I must rest with the peace that when I lay my head down on the pillow every night...  each child's spirit who has crossed my path that day has been lifted by my words or my actions.  
This is why I teach.  This is my mission field.  I teach reading, grammar, word skills, but more than that; I teach the folks who will be leaders in my community... doctors, nurses, lawyers, moms, dads, policemen, firemen, video game creators... the list could go on and on...

Living breathing small humans are growing up in a world foreign to me.  Teaching them to think for themselves, to read deeply and critically for understanding, to take in what society hurls and reconcile this to their lives with logic and reasoning.  They, too, must be able to lay their heads on their pillows at night with the same feeling that affords me, most nights, to rest and rise again knowing that... "the peace that passeth all human understanding..."  will carry them through their lives with this same philosophy whatever the path of their lives.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Hope~Imagination~Dreams~Courage

"Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality."         ~Jonas Salk

This is what I know...

My hope for a bright future lies in the dreams, imaginations and courageous acts of my learners. At the beginning of this year, my hope began fleeting fast. This cluster of gifted and high-achieving fifth graders cried, doubted, whined, doubted complained, doubted, argued, doubted, cried, doubted, and whined some more.  Feeling emotions with intensity and magnification... beginning days ended with wondering what disruption thenext day would hold.  Imagining the fertile soil of a classroom community of growing learners seemed impossible.

Determined to disallow persistent doubt to harden this soil of learners, I dug deep for the long haul.  Knowing that a caring and empathetic classroom were imperative for optimal learning, I realized this year would be one of my toughest challenges.  Despite my daily sunny smiles and  warm welcomes, I was met with slumping shoulders, grumpy grunts, and "rain on my day" attitudes.  Every now and then I glimpsed signs hope: a returned smile or a tiny "Morning." My hope soared... imagining a classroom environment growing with compassion consumed me.

Determined to cultivate a cohesive and respectful learning environment, I pulled community building strategies from files, scoured the internet for new ideas regarding respect, studied anti-bullying lessons with heart-felt themes, and planned experiences to understand the value of empathy. We read and discussed literature about diverse communities, we wrote our thoughts about the characters' lives, and how their decisions and choices impacted others.  We attempted to resolve classroom snippiness, snarky comments, rudeness through sharing and problem-solving.  We read, we discussed, we role-played, we wrote... nothing seemed penetrate this tough outer covering.   My hope for a caring garden of learners began to wane. In my dreaming, I realized more patience woven with less frustration was necessary for this crop.

Determined to persevere or just "make it through the next day" by putting one foot in front of the other...
I trudged through my classroom: bookshleves filled with books, sounds of jazzy Pandora, Tower Garden complete with water falling, round tables encouraging rich conversation, a classroom with Zen-like ambiance. Taking a deep breath, I summoned every ounce of courage I could muster. My expectations were still there, laying just beneath the surface.  Testing, assessing, and checklists all showed little growth in areas of academics... reality of early retirement loomed.

Then all of a sudden, out of no where, I am beginning to witness emotional and social seedlings break this hard surface...sheepish smiles and sweet greetings meet me most mornings, kids speaking to one another with genuine kindness, where spiteful and ugly words were once spewed, their tone is becoming respectful in their disagreements.  A love for learning is evident, the buzz of meaningful learning crowds the sound of peaceful falling water within the Tower Garden.  Authentic questions and wonderings inspiring each other to read closer and write deeper.  Dreams for this group of drought-stricken intelligent souls are becoming a reality.

Learners in 5A continue to experience disappointments, doubts, and dailly struggles, now with finese. The struggles these learners experience are extending their roots for optimal growth . Courageous acts of spirited individuals has transformed this, once-believed, hopeless field to a fertile soil; one that encourages care, empathy, respect. Eager learners becoming the reality I hoped existed. My hope for a bright future EXISTS in the dreams, imagination and courage of this year's fifth grade learners.

This is what I believe... 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Adverbs and Dancing Pigs

SOL#2   Adverbs and Dancing Pigs!

Yesterday I was using a mentor sentence from a book called The Snowglobe Family.  Teaching life was rolling along... sentence analysis with revision sentences being created by fifth grade writers.

Next on the agenda, a brief lesson creating sentences using adverbs.  Distributing base sentences to groups of students...  "The dog barked."  "The children played."  My personal favorite:  "The pig danced."

As I walked around the room noticing the usual  sentence revisions with adverbs:  "The dog barked loudly."  "The children played yesterday."  The dancing pig group extended their sentence as follows:  "The pig danced happily."  "The pig danced happily in the mud."  "The pig danced happily in the mud yesterday."  Thinking to myself, I have found the grand finale group!  (The emphasis on the words "in the mud" is key because we have been working on adding preposistional phrases to our sentences... please keep this in mind as you continue!)

Share... share... share...  Now for the dancing pig!

The group was ecstatic that their sentence was extended unlike everyone else's!  So as we began analyzing the use of adverbs...  I get to the words "in the mud".   In my excitement for this group, I ask the students: "Okay, what is in the mud?"  The response from the entire class, "The pig!"

I did one of those... SMH moments... then dove in again!  "Let's try this again... What IS in the mud?" (All the while, I am using both hands creating "air" parentheses to remind them how we designate prepositional phrases in sentences.)  Choral response from fewer students, just as enthusiastic but a litttle less confident:  "Pigs!?!"

As I reflect about this teaching moment, I giggle and am reminded, with all the pressures and pleasures of teaching... God allows me to experience humor and keeps me grounded with the truth:  I teach children not grammar, not sentence revision, not sentence analysis, not adverbs.  Really, I teach kids who love to laugh and learn!  Blessed!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Slice of Life #1

Randomness...

Two years?  Really?  Well, here I am accepting the Slice of Life Challenge from the Two Writing Sisters... again.

After ten, I should be in bed... my husband has already been in here once.  So, I will make this first post short!

A Normal Slice of my Sundays:

Upon feet hitting the floor,
stumble to the coffee maker.

Sit in silence
Watching the morning news

Get up, get moving
Leave for church

Grocery store
Every single Sunday

Lunch at either
La Siesta or Camino Real

Home again,
putting groceries in their spot

School work begins...
Until now!

Add to my routine for the month of March
Slicing parts of my days.





Sunday, March 3, 2013

Rocking Chair Literacy


Slice of Life Challenge #1... just like life and running, I am a tad bit behind!                                  3.3.13

I am a first year literacy coach, grades 3-6.  This year has been a very revealing and reflective year for me.  Beginning my 19th year of teaching,  when my principal called and asked if I would be interested, I thought about this for about five minutes... then called her back and a agreed to take this on!

Having always been a fifth/sixth grade language arts teacher, I was a little uncomfortable, no~ PETRIFIED to see those third graders coming to my literacy library!  I have my master's degree in reading, but my focus was on adolescent literacy, not diagnostic.  Ask any of my former students, I am PASSIONATE about reading and writing & writing and reading!  I love the challenges that were put forth every day by my previous students: find me a book I will love, I have read most books in the library , how do I make my writing better, etc.  Students who challenge me, cause me to think deeper; I hope I have done the same with them over the years.  

However, I truly don't get why some students struggle with reading!  Now, don't take this the wrong way, please!  I do know there are children who do have learning/reading struggles.  I realize there are holes to be filled.  In a society where books are available through many sources, why is it that children don't read?  Mind-boggling!  

My school is what I would call a fairly affluent school.  For the most part,  the small groups of students I serve on a daily basis are non-readers.  It is really not that they can't read; they just haven't practiced.  I find this heart-breaking!  Why haven't they been turned on to reading?  Who is responsible for this?  Teachers?  The child's first teacher~Parents?  Siblings?  Grand-parents?  Babysitters?  Day Care?  Preschool?  All of the above, beginning with the mom!  

While she is carrying the babe in her womb, why not sit in the comfort of a rocking chair and read to that sweet baby!  The vibrations of the voice have to reach the child... the rhythm of the language... the few minutes alone, away from the hectic daily life... a little joy to end each day... a poem, a chapter of your favorite book, a devotional, a favorite kid's book, whatever is shared with the precious life within is a great way to introduce the love of the written word with this new life the mom is carrying.

I have learned to love those third graders; I knew I would.  We read and share daily celebrating the magic of the written word. We listen to the rhythm of verse.  We laugh and smile, and celebrate small successes daily.  We hug and high five. We struggle and learn~together!  Reading is a community process and activity.  I have come to understand and believe the reading community I am building with my students is much like the initial "rocking chair literacy" introduction these children might have missed.  It brings me pure joy to share this with them! 

I guess time will tell if my hypothesis is correct... or if it really matters.  What  matters is that I can influence these children while I have them... test scores will be tangible evidence that will make the district sing or shout.  What they take from me about my passion for the written word and what leave with me about my lessons from life will be the greatest measure of success for us both.