Screw It, I Am Saying Never

Something fabulous has happened.  I. Have. Free. Time.  I know–it is completely insane.  But not having homework any more–AWESOME.  I know I have this whole dissertation thing hanging over my head, but that is a long-term project.  I also have some other writing projects I need to work on, but I don’t have weekly homework–other than the homework for the class that I am teaching.  But, no weekly papers to write.  No, heavy and highly over-written article to read.  No, classes held every week in the evening.  It is awesome.  So awesome, that I don’t have a bunch of shows backlogged on my dvr to watch.

Because I have free-time.  I actually was able to watch Project Runway and didn’t have to avoid all mention of the show, because I only have time to watch TV one day a week–like in previous years.  This is the first time since the Fall of 2004 that I have not taken two classes (at least–sometimes 3) classes a semester.  This is the first time since the Fall of 2004, that I am not a student.  I am done being a student. DONE.

And it feels frickin’ incredible.  I am still busy.  Yesterday I left my house at before 8am and didn’t get home until nearly 10pm.  I had research, dissertation group meeting and board meetings to attend.  But, I didn’t have class and that rocks.

It really just hit me yesterday that I am not taking classes and I am really enjoying being able to go home and not even look at my computer if I don’t want to.  If I want to read–I can pick what I want to read.  I’ve been reading Lisa Gardner’s books for some enjoyable mysteries.  I can sit on my couch at night after the littles are in bed and just relax without deadlines looming, without contrived assignments mocking me that are only for class and isn’t something that I’ll use later on.

I am done with school.  I am done dong the homework.  I don’t mind assigning the homework.

Yippee.  I have forgotten what this feels like.  I am never going back.  NEVER.

Just One Example Of What Is Wrong In Education

Believe me I have many more than just one, but there is one particular thing that bothers me and that is the misappropriation of proven techniques for learning.  It is really frustrating to see professionals and whole schools say they are doing “reading workshop,” for example, and then nothing they do in class really fits that model except for….well the reading part.

I know good teaching.  I am myself a great teacher (this is me being honest) and I know great teaching.  I work with pre-service teachers to help them become better teachers.  I am not say that these teachers are lazy or inept or that the schools are lazy or lack real leadership–that is a blanket statement and I don’t think it is as simple as that.  While I think this might play a role, what plays a larger role is the bastardization of research-based great practice.  Reading and writing workshop models are what work and often work best for the teaching of critical thinking and the construction of learning.

I have been observing two reading teachers who use the “workshop” model and I say that loosely because there are many things they do that are not and can’t be called reading workshop.  Reading workshop is pretty specific (as is all good teaching) but just to call it workshop doesn’t make it workshop and this irritates me and make me want to scream from the rooftops “This isn’t the way you do it–you are cheating these kids of the education they deserve, need and are expected to get.”  But I can’t do that. That is not why I am here–I am not here to evaluate teaching and to tell the school they are doing it wrong.  I wish I was, I wish I could.  I could fix this–and maybe this make me a hypocrite–but my dissertation rests on me not intervening in the teaching.  You don’t just give kids books, turn on a timer and have them read–that is not reading workshop–that is SSR.

Reading workshop requires thinking and keeping a reading journal, and/or using sticky notes to ask questions of the text and to make predictions–to react to what someone did, said or experienced.  Reading workshop is about teachings students how to interact with texts.  Not just to read and keep track of their reading minutes.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I think that students should be able to read in school for fun and not always as work–but in class for reading workshop–they should be working.  They have many other opportunities to read for pleasure build into their school day and I think that is awesome.  Too often schools don’t focus enough on nurturing a love for reading; but there needs to be a balance between the two.  Just reading doesn’t help students to develop critical reading or thinking skills.

I read very differently depending on the purpose of my reading–shouldn’t students be taught how to determine the purpose of their reading? All reading isn’t just for fun.  When they get to their social studies class or their science class or to high school, they are going to be expected to know how to read texts for different purposes.  I am not saying that this responsibility falls onto the reading teacher or English teacher, but how to read in English class needs to be addressed and taught and just giving kids books doesn’t do that.

I think this irritates me most, because this is happening in an urban school that struggles with student achievement and it seems to me that this is a bit of a cop out on teaching.  These students need to be pushed and challenged and taught–not just left to their own desire to push themselves.  Yet I hear how students are able to do things, they don’t do homework, etc.  Well give them something meaningful and teach them why it’s meaningful.

What this all leads to is the false feeling that we are doing the right thing because of what we label something.  Teachers and administrators needs to hold each other accountable to make sure teaching practices are being implemented the way they are needed and intended to be implemented.    Students deserve us all working at our best and with their best interest at heart–not what is easiest.

Hair Meets Scissors

Monday, I was taking out some of Zoë’s braids for a new do for picture day.  I had some scissors out (can you predict where this might be leading?) to cut the bands off the bottom of the braids.  I took out a few braids and Noah called for me.  I left the living room to help Noah and put the chicken in the oven.  Zoë comes into the kitchen with this look of horror on her face and tears brimming in her sweet little doe-like eyes.

I immediately asked her what happened.

“Scissors” she whimpered

“WHAT?”

“Hair” she cried.

I look at her little whisp of hair that  is now nearly 2 inches shorter than the rest of her hair.

I knew it was bound to happen and can say at first I was so mad at her for picking up the scissors and then so mad at myself for leaving the scissors out for her to be able to pick up.

“Why did you use the scissors?” I demanded in the nicest voice I could muster.

“I didn’t know.” she cried.  Or more aptly–she bawled.

She was hysterical.  She asked me to sew it back on.  And that just broke my heart.  She grabbed at my long hair and cried and cried.

it’s not so bad and I can style her hair to make it completely unnoticeable.  I had only taken out two of her cornrows at this point so the amount of hair cut is minimal.  And the way her hair shrinks up when the curls dry will also keep it pretty unnoticeable.

I promised her it would grow back and she promised to never use scissors on her hair again.

 

Picture Day

Just Write –Today and every Tuesday, I am joining Heather in her brilliant idea to freewrite.  I love this idea as it frees me up from having to ponder too long for a topic.  Click through to her blog for the details and her own Just Write.

I looked in the rear view mirror as I drove too fast to get the kids to school on time for their sibling pictures.  I don’t know why I can’t get my crap together to leave on time each day.  There is a reason my license plate in high school read Illbl8.  I am often late.  As I looked at my precious cargo, my heart swelled with pride, happiness, and the knowledge of just how blessed I am to parent these two amazing kids.  We pull into the parking lot and frantically search for where the before school sibling photos are being shot.  The kids school offer the option of having siblings get a photo taken together on picture day in addition to their individual photos.

They stood side by side as they waited for their turn and it just hit me, the love they have for each other–the bond that will stay with them through life.  The gift they are not only to us but to each other.  I watched as they sat on the stump and the photographer told them to “act like you like each other!”  Zoë immediately put her head on her brother’s shoulder and looked up at him with shear adoration in her beautiful brown eyes.  Noah smiled that smile that will melt hearts every day for the rest of his life.

I tell them it’s time to get their lunch boxes and get to class–they plead to stay and watch the pictures while I run the car.  They sit side by side on the seat and look on with interest.  They are both observers of life and action.  They love to watch, observe, take in, and figure out.  I rush to the car and back and they are still sitting side by side, talking and watching.  It still gets me when I see them like this.  It is so special.  We quickly walk into school and Noah asks for his lunch box and if he can go to his classroom.  Zoë asks as well.  I give them their lunch boxes and they bound onward in their own little world where everything is rainbows and bunnies.  I walk slowly behind soaking it all in and allowing them their independence.

Zoë carefully carries the pictures she painted last night for her teachers anxious to present them to each teacher.  Their tiny hearts are so full of love and trust and innocence.  I watch and hope that it lasts as long as possible.

Favorite Foods from Week 1 Of Clean Eating

I eat pretty “clean” as it is–but I am committed to doing it 99% of time (I need wine every once in awhile–and my hubs makes the best chocolate chip cookies).  This week I discovered Pureed Cauliflower and I have to say it was awesome.  I steamed a whole head, then blended it with roasted garlic, salt, pepper, about a 1/4c of Parmesan (maybe less) and then milk as needed for texture.  It was so light and fluffy–next time I take some pictures.  I really enjoyed it and even my husband liked it.

I also made a black bean and feta cheese stuffed turkey burger–which was really awesome and I paired it again with my pureed cauliflower–a whole head made about 3 servings for me.

My final favorite meal of the week was spaghetti squash with a turkey, mushroom and pepper tomato sauce.  It was really good and while I don’t eat a lot of pasta, spaghetti squash is the perfect substitute for pasta.

I am enjoying the clean eating–I stick with protein shake for breakfast–fruit (usually berries), greek yogurt, and whey protein.  I feel a lot better and have a lot more energy. I also am craving a lot less sugar/bad for me things.

This week I am going to attempt to make sweet potato gnocchi (we’ll see how that goes) and some sweet potato ravioli with homemade whole wheat pasta for the ravioli.  I’ll take some pictures and detail their deliciousness here next week for a look back at Week 2 of clean eating.