call me naive... i can take it :)

i think i am leaving my student teaching more idealistic and visionary than when i went in... if anybody, by any chance still checks this thing, how about you? have you been built up or shattered to pieces as a result of this experience?

personally, it was very difficult. i had a hard time figuring out where i began and my MT ended and what was appropriate or inappropriate, guessing at expectations for behavior etc. it was very stressful not knowing fully where i stood or what she thought about things. i'm both glad i had this experience and terrifically relieved that it is over. Now... time to figure out who I am as a teacher!

-hux

Lets get physical... physical...(remember the tune anyone?)

My legs are killing me...

The Deep End

The school librarian gave me a call Saturday at noon, informing me that my mentor teacher's daughter, Rose, passed away in her sleep Friday night. She was 5 years old and was in kindergarten at our school. She was in a special needs class and often had seizures.

Rose was always in our classroom before school, watching Elmo and trying to climb onto the computer desk to get closer to her dancing red friend. Students in my classroom would watch Rose every morning, and she made everyone smile. Rose was in our classroom Friday, smiling and trying to sneak up onto the computer desk like every other morning. I couldn't believe it when the librarian gave me the bad news.

I have no idea what to expect this week. I doubt my mentor teacher will be at school this week, and I have not talked directly with him since Rose's passing. Will there be grief counselors? Will we stick to the WASL schedule later in the week? I hope that we can spend some time creating cards and well wishes for the family.

Freedom to fail?

So, I'm remembering what that guest (the candidate to lead the education dept. at UWB) said about how student teachers should have the freedom to experiment and the freedom to fail.

anyone experiencing either of those? if so... in what ways? i'm curious to know... and envy your experiences...

-hux

Compassion in the classroom

Last a week a couple of my cohortateers and I were talking about how we and our MT's seem to differ on our responses to our students in the classroom when the tears start flowing, or a bad mood is in the air or there is general disobedience.

I think we all had a general sense of - are our MT's hardened to the emotional needs of our kids? or are we just so green at what we are doing that our own responses and sensitivities need to be toned down?

personally, i always want to take the compassionate stance in the classroom. but 25 kids, one teacher, and a crunch for time seems to amputate this part of teaching. from what i see, there is no room for social and emotional enrichment, guidance, coaching... whatever you want to call it. i mean, it just seems the kids are out to fend for themselves in a major way (this doesn't include issues like bullying), especially when they are disappointed or hurt by a friend, or frustrated with a teacher. there is no space to adequately deal with those issues... aren't they just as important?

-hux

Math and ELL

I am teaching measurements to third graders. You know, the typical three feet to a yard, twelve inches to a foot and the unit capacity, pints, quarts, gallons. For many, they grew up hearing these terms when looking for living space, travelling, cooking, or measuring for everyday living. I had the opportunity to see the confusion with ELL students. Think about it - three feet to a yard. Just imagine, someone telling you that three of your feet equals your front yard - what?!?! My feet, whose feet? My yard, the school yard? Oh my! During the time I allowed for math games, I took aside the ELL students and visually demonstrated twelve inches by using a ruler while explaining this is another definition of foot/feet. We then worked with yardsticks to "see" how these three feet or rulers equals one of these sticks. I was patient, I allowed the long silences for them to process this. We used large pieces of poster paper to "calculate" how 27 feet equals nine yards. Quietly, we all looked at our drawings and then the aha moment came, more like a "Ooohhhh!" The rest of the lesson finished quickly. What a rush!

Grades

I've been thinking about how every single piece of work we do, gets turned in, and gets some kind of grade like 8 out of 8... or for half the class its usually something like 4 out of 8. When you consistently get 50%, what is motivating about that? Additionally, what about the fact that a part of truly learning something, is making mistakes and then figuring out how to fix them?

I'm not sure, that by putting some kind of number on all their work, the students fundamentally have any clue that making mistakes is a part of the processes of learning. Because we are required to give grades at the end of trimester, the teacher needs to keep some kind of running record of progress, but I don't know that the student needs to be reminded over and over again of their mistakes in the way that grades make the reminder. Grades don't encourage careful reconsideration as a clue to what is right, for me personally, a bad grade makes me want to forget the whole experience as quickly as possible. Which consequently, makes me dread the subject when it comes back up. If it isn't a "summative test", somebody please tell me what the point is?

-hux