Friday, January 05, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
What To Eat in Amsterdam...When You Don't Eat Anything
Europe always has weird flavored salty snacks. You see some regular flavored chips, but you also see flavors like ketchup, or baked ham, or paprika, or sweet thai something. I tried some paprika salty straw things...and they were nasty. Blech. Happily, an applebeignet made it all better. So did some more chocolate mousse. Chocolate mousse makes everything better!

More Fanta, mousse, and some weird pear yogurt.
More Fanta, mousse, and some weird pear yogurt.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
What to do with those pesky pre-teens?
Apparently the new hot topic is the unique plight of middle schools. About freaking time!
I could not agree more that teacher education is not only inadequate, but nonexistent, for the middle school years. I was put in an elementary program for the Fellows, and never even thought about middle school. Naturally, all courses were related to elementary school, in terms of development, literacy (learning rather than perfecting), and multiple content areas. Helpful, I'm sure, for the people who were actually teaching in an elementary school. Since I was placed in a middle school, most of my grad school courses were a complete waste of time with content, if not for professor incompetency.
I imagine that secondary teacher ed, grades 7-12, focuses on high school. Keeping kids from dropping out, preparing for college, very specific things for older kids. I can't imagine they'd focus much on the seventh and eighth grade teaching experience.
The point is, as the reporters are stating as if revealing a big secret, middle school is an entirely different bag. Beginning adolescence, being around others in beginning adolescence, and in a new, bigger, more individualized environment? Recipe for potential disaster. Throwing strategies at it won't help. Kids are going to be kids.
I firmly believe that changing grade set up will make things worse. Putting middle schools and high schools together? Are you kidding? We've already got eleven year old kids acting like full-grown delinquents, and you want to put them in a building with actual full-grown delinquents? You want to put them around the teenagers they're already trying so desperately to emulate, at the risk of their academic success?
And put them with little kids? The middle school is a very loud place, in a different way than elementary noise. There's more personal nastiness that goes on in middle school, with all the social cliques and raging hormones.
I've met teachers who are in K-8 buildings, with all self-contained middle school grades! Thirteen year olds in one room all day long with the same teacher! To me, that is one of the top five circles of hell for all involved. The kids need change, they need the few minutes between classes to relax a bit and act like kids, they need the exposure to different teachers and different teaching styles and personalities.
No, middle schools need to stay middle schools. Closing their schools won't change the kids. We must start addressing the issues the children are facing--how to cope with the hormones, the social changes and hostility, how to grow into a more mature student, how to be a good friend, dealing with more mature and pervasive bullying--basically, dealing with adolescence. I'm not sure that anything will make it a wonderful experience.
The other huge issue is teachers. Teachers make the school, teachers make success, good teachers help shape good students and successful children.
I've seen huge turnovers each year in my own school. My grade department has been fairly stable, but the other grades in my department have completely changed between my first year and this, my third. The eighth grade this year is such a mess that administrators have had to start teaching, because of vacancies or teachers leaving. There's one excellent teacher, but she can only do so much. Seventh grade has one great teacher and one decent teacher. My own grade has one teacher that is on her own planet, and one teacher that's brand new.
So with this situation, no wonder it's a nightmare to be anywhere near the upper grades. They've not had any stability, and their teachers are either absent, rotating subs, or new teachers who can't control them. Why do anything other than act out like crazy people?
But with middle school kids acting out like crazy people, who would willingly go teach them? Even though the good teachers manage and control them just fine, someone just starting would be like, are you insane?
Since actually starting to teach, I ended up being very grateful to be in a middle school. It's a special situation with plenty of downs, but there are good things. First, kids aren't babies. You don't have to take them to the bathroom or show them how to open a dictionary. They come to you with (some) existing skills. You get to talk to them on a pretty equal basis. There's certainly some watering down of vocabulary, but you can introduce real topics about the world and get them thinking with more maturity. And especially in sixth grade, they still have plenty of innocence and excitement to learn, and many of them are so eager to succeed and please the teacher. It's really easy for me to forget, but I have a lot of really sweet kids who try so hard.
I often forget that they're only eleven and that they don't know everything. They certainly think they know everything, but that's also part of their charm. If you can handle it. And they're still physically pretty small, which makes you want to protect them. Unless they're being a pain in the ass, then you want them to behave. :)
The other good thing that my mom told me--a middle school teacher for thirty years--is that to a middle school student, a day is like a year. If something bad happened yesterday, they've already forgotten it. They've moved on, and they're happy again and ready to go. So we, the adults, sometimes have to work on that, making each day about only that day, and not about the past. Every day each of us has the opportunity to succeed!
The upper grades of middle school and the high school age seems to be full of attitude and really thinking they know everything. If you've got a kid in 10th grade who's 'checked out' of school, there's not much you can do. But in middle school, you still have time and opportunity to pull them back in to a successful track. At least the chance, not that it will necessarily work.
Again, this brings me back to saying that combining grades will do more harm than good. Keep this unique age in a separate space to accommodate their unique needs, and start addressing their needs. Start peer tutoring or peer advisors programs. Start some programs dealing with young adulthood, separated by gender. Give them as many opportunities to move as possible, which means fixing the gym programs and giving equal space and equipment for both gym and outdoor recess time.
At the very, bare minimum, we *need* high-quality and especially patient teachers, we need smaller classes to accommodate the expanding personalities, and we need clean, well-equipped, safe, and secure facilities for the health of students and teachers alike. Sadly, these are things that seem to be nonexistent in all NYC schools, which makes it tough to persevere. Some days we just have to take it one day at a time because it can seem too much to deal with all at once.
I could not agree more that teacher education is not only inadequate, but nonexistent, for the middle school years. I was put in an elementary program for the Fellows, and never even thought about middle school. Naturally, all courses were related to elementary school, in terms of development, literacy (learning rather than perfecting), and multiple content areas. Helpful, I'm sure, for the people who were actually teaching in an elementary school. Since I was placed in a middle school, most of my grad school courses were a complete waste of time with content, if not for professor incompetency.
I imagine that secondary teacher ed, grades 7-12, focuses on high school. Keeping kids from dropping out, preparing for college, very specific things for older kids. I can't imagine they'd focus much on the seventh and eighth grade teaching experience.
The point is, as the reporters are stating as if revealing a big secret, middle school is an entirely different bag. Beginning adolescence, being around others in beginning adolescence, and in a new, bigger, more individualized environment? Recipe for potential disaster. Throwing strategies at it won't help. Kids are going to be kids.
I firmly believe that changing grade set up will make things worse. Putting middle schools and high schools together? Are you kidding? We've already got eleven year old kids acting like full-grown delinquents, and you want to put them in a building with actual full-grown delinquents? You want to put them around the teenagers they're already trying so desperately to emulate, at the risk of their academic success?
And put them with little kids? The middle school is a very loud place, in a different way than elementary noise. There's more personal nastiness that goes on in middle school, with all the social cliques and raging hormones.
I've met teachers who are in K-8 buildings, with all self-contained middle school grades! Thirteen year olds in one room all day long with the same teacher! To me, that is one of the top five circles of hell for all involved. The kids need change, they need the few minutes between classes to relax a bit and act like kids, they need the exposure to different teachers and different teaching styles and personalities.
No, middle schools need to stay middle schools. Closing their schools won't change the kids. We must start addressing the issues the children are facing--how to cope with the hormones, the social changes and hostility, how to grow into a more mature student, how to be a good friend, dealing with more mature and pervasive bullying--basically, dealing with adolescence. I'm not sure that anything will make it a wonderful experience.
The other huge issue is teachers. Teachers make the school, teachers make success, good teachers help shape good students and successful children.
I've seen huge turnovers each year in my own school. My grade department has been fairly stable, but the other grades in my department have completely changed between my first year and this, my third. The eighth grade this year is such a mess that administrators have had to start teaching, because of vacancies or teachers leaving. There's one excellent teacher, but she can only do so much. Seventh grade has one great teacher and one decent teacher. My own grade has one teacher that is on her own planet, and one teacher that's brand new.
So with this situation, no wonder it's a nightmare to be anywhere near the upper grades. They've not had any stability, and their teachers are either absent, rotating subs, or new teachers who can't control them. Why do anything other than act out like crazy people?
But with middle school kids acting out like crazy people, who would willingly go teach them? Even though the good teachers manage and control them just fine, someone just starting would be like, are you insane?
Since actually starting to teach, I ended up being very grateful to be in a middle school. It's a special situation with plenty of downs, but there are good things. First, kids aren't babies. You don't have to take them to the bathroom or show them how to open a dictionary. They come to you with (some) existing skills. You get to talk to them on a pretty equal basis. There's certainly some watering down of vocabulary, but you can introduce real topics about the world and get them thinking with more maturity. And especially in sixth grade, they still have plenty of innocence and excitement to learn, and many of them are so eager to succeed and please the teacher. It's really easy for me to forget, but I have a lot of really sweet kids who try so hard.
I often forget that they're only eleven and that they don't know everything. They certainly think they know everything, but that's also part of their charm. If you can handle it. And they're still physically pretty small, which makes you want to protect them. Unless they're being a pain in the ass, then you want them to behave. :)
The other good thing that my mom told me--a middle school teacher for thirty years--is that to a middle school student, a day is like a year. If something bad happened yesterday, they've already forgotten it. They've moved on, and they're happy again and ready to go. So we, the adults, sometimes have to work on that, making each day about only that day, and not about the past. Every day each of us has the opportunity to succeed!
The upper grades of middle school and the high school age seems to be full of attitude and really thinking they know everything. If you've got a kid in 10th grade who's 'checked out' of school, there's not much you can do. But in middle school, you still have time and opportunity to pull them back in to a successful track. At least the chance, not that it will necessarily work.
Again, this brings me back to saying that combining grades will do more harm than good. Keep this unique age in a separate space to accommodate their unique needs, and start addressing their needs. Start peer tutoring or peer advisors programs. Start some programs dealing with young adulthood, separated by gender. Give them as many opportunities to move as possible, which means fixing the gym programs and giving equal space and equipment for both gym and outdoor recess time.
At the very, bare minimum, we *need* high-quality and especially patient teachers, we need smaller classes to accommodate the expanding personalities, and we need clean, well-equipped, safe, and secure facilities for the health of students and teachers alike. Sadly, these are things that seem to be nonexistent in all NYC schools, which makes it tough to persevere. Some days we just have to take it one day at a time because it can seem too much to deal with all at once.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
In Response
First of all, I've been out of the country for a week, so I have a hell of a job to catch up with everyone's posts.
I just looked at Nani's blog, and saw a couple things that inspired a bit more than leaving little comments.
For one, no fair tagging memes while people are overseas!! :) Also, I'm so freaking open on this stupid blog that I'll actually have to *think* about what y'all don't know about me.
Next, that list of books drew my attention quickly, since I'm such a bookfiend, except I don't have terribly sophisticated taste. I have many 'classic' books on my list, but I don't tend to actually read them. And yes, I do have a list. It is three columns, typed up, in alphabetical order by author, and separated into fiction/nonfiction, and recently I added separate categories for young adult and classic. (And I guess I shouldn't be ashamed that, since I'm a teacher of young adults, I will be much more likely to read those than the classics.) So anyway, I don't really need to make a new list.
These are some of the books that I have on my shelf that I have not read or finished:
Typical American (Gish Jen)
Out of Africa (Isak Dinesen)
Angela's Ashes (Frank McCourt)
Autobiography of Malcolm X (Alex Haley)
Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
Misquoting Jesus (Bart Ehrman)
Lies My Teacher Told Me (James Loewen)
The Opposite of Fate (Amy Tan)
Guns, Germs, and Steel (Jared Diamond)
I have many more books back in Seattle that I have read, and that I have not read--things like Catch-22, .
So seeing a list like Nani's made me want to recommend some books. First, I saw A Prayer for Owen Meany on there--yay! that is one of my favorite books. So is Judith Guest's Ordinary People (I read that several times a year during college). The first teacher memoir book I ever read, back in high school, was The Water is Wide by Pat Conroy. The first huge book I read, also in high school, was Sacajawea by Anna Lee Waldo. Ooh, and Shutterbabe, a memoir of a photojournalist, is an incredible story. And everything by Barbara Kingsolver is a must-read.
...I could go on. But I'll force myself to stop!
Oh, and I have kept a list of all the books I've read since AmeriCorps, and last night I decided that needed to be typed up as well. Still in columns, it's four pages! There are a lot of mindless chick lit or YA books on there, so I can't take myself too seriously. :) I just read a grown-up book, The Monkey Wrench Gang, so that's good.
Next response topic:
Some of this comes with age, for sure but there is also knowledge that comes from exposure to a certain environment, like parents who read a lot and engage their children in thoughtful conversation, provide opportunities for travel, and so on. I would argue, at the risk of seeming politically incorrect, that these are things with which middle class kids grow up, not poor kids.
I think this is exactly the point of teaching in high-needs schools, and the plight affecting urban, nonwhite schools. Parents with lower income have to work longer hours, which means more hours the kid is entertaining himself with video games and less time for stimulating family talk about current events and moral issues; and there is less money for unnecessary but interesting things like travel.
As a white, middle class person, my experience is completely different from that of many of my students'. Often I feel guilty (white guilt! yes, it's real!), but other times I feel glad that I can try to bridge the gap, and if this doesn't sound too condescending, try to encourage them to work hard and succeed, so they can have a good life when they're adults. Isn't that the point of all education, though? To give kids a positive goal to reach for? To let them see the point of the seemingly silly school work and responsibility?
Third topic:
...strategies are not skills; they are simply tricks to aid in comprehension.
Thank you! I was so glad to see an expert say that in the magazine. Because though I hadn't quite put it into words, all the emphasis on 'strategy' bugs the crap out of me. You need to just read! In order to read, you need to spend time READING! Learn and practice reading a BOOK, not taking notes, not using freaking post-its for everything, just reading. I understand that doing those other things can aid in comprehension, and that is extremely important. But again, those things won't help until the children can actually read on their own.
It's the same thing that I was talking about in my ranting post recently. You can't teach a kid eight ways to multiply big numbers until she memorizes the single-digit times table.
I just looked at Nani's blog, and saw a couple things that inspired a bit more than leaving little comments.
For one, no fair tagging memes while people are overseas!! :) Also, I'm so freaking open on this stupid blog that I'll actually have to *think* about what y'all don't know about me.
Next, that list of books drew my attention quickly, since I'm such a bookfiend, except I don't have terribly sophisticated taste. I have many 'classic' books on my list, but I don't tend to actually read them. And yes, I do have a list. It is three columns, typed up, in alphabetical order by author, and separated into fiction/nonfiction, and recently I added separate categories for young adult and classic. (And I guess I shouldn't be ashamed that, since I'm a teacher of young adults, I will be much more likely to read those than the classics.) So anyway, I don't really need to make a new list.
These are some of the books that I have on my shelf that I have not read or finished:
Typical American (Gish Jen)
Out of Africa (Isak Dinesen)
Angela's Ashes (Frank McCourt)
Autobiography of Malcolm X (Alex Haley)
Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)
Misquoting Jesus (Bart Ehrman)
Lies My Teacher Told Me (James Loewen)
The Opposite of Fate (Amy Tan)
Guns, Germs, and Steel (Jared Diamond)
I have many more books back in Seattle that I have read, and that I have not read--things like Catch-22, .
So seeing a list like Nani's made me want to recommend some books. First, I saw A Prayer for Owen Meany on there--yay! that is one of my favorite books. So is Judith Guest's Ordinary People (I read that several times a year during college). The first teacher memoir book I ever read, back in high school, was The Water is Wide by Pat Conroy. The first huge book I read, also in high school, was Sacajawea by Anna Lee Waldo. Ooh, and Shutterbabe, a memoir of a photojournalist, is an incredible story. And everything by Barbara Kingsolver is a must-read.
...I could go on. But I'll force myself to stop!
Oh, and I have kept a list of all the books I've read since AmeriCorps, and last night I decided that needed to be typed up as well. Still in columns, it's four pages! There are a lot of mindless chick lit or YA books on there, so I can't take myself too seriously. :) I just read a grown-up book, The Monkey Wrench Gang, so that's good.
Next response topic:
Some of this comes with age, for sure but there is also knowledge that comes from exposure to a certain environment, like parents who read a lot and engage their children in thoughtful conversation, provide opportunities for travel, and so on. I would argue, at the risk of seeming politically incorrect, that these are things with which middle class kids grow up, not poor kids.
I think this is exactly the point of teaching in high-needs schools, and the plight affecting urban, nonwhite schools. Parents with lower income have to work longer hours, which means more hours the kid is entertaining himself with video games and less time for stimulating family talk about current events and moral issues; and there is less money for unnecessary but interesting things like travel.
As a white, middle class person, my experience is completely different from that of many of my students'. Often I feel guilty (white guilt! yes, it's real!), but other times I feel glad that I can try to bridge the gap, and if this doesn't sound too condescending, try to encourage them to work hard and succeed, so they can have a good life when they're adults. Isn't that the point of all education, though? To give kids a positive goal to reach for? To let them see the point of the seemingly silly school work and responsibility?
Third topic:
...strategies are not skills; they are simply tricks to aid in comprehension.
Thank you! I was so glad to see an expert say that in the magazine. Because though I hadn't quite put it into words, all the emphasis on 'strategy' bugs the crap out of me. You need to just read! In order to read, you need to spend time READING! Learn and practice reading a BOOK, not taking notes, not using freaking post-its for everything, just reading. I understand that doing those other things can aid in comprehension, and that is extremely important. But again, those things won't help until the children can actually read on their own.
It's the same thing that I was talking about in my ranting post recently. You can't teach a kid eight ways to multiply big numbers until she memorizes the single-digit times table.
Home Again
Welcome back, happy 2007, everyone. I am returned. This was a nice trip. Amsterdam isn't one of my favorite trips, and I won't need to return, but I did enjoy it. Its relaxed charm eventually won me over.
My last night, I tried to go to sleep before midnight. It sort of worked, although I almost didn't get up on time, because my travel alarm is too quiet. The train station was quite crowded, possibly with people still up or who didn't have a place to sleep last night. I'm glad I wasn't one of them!
I got to the airport quickly and easily. I checked in quickly and easily. I flew Northwest, which is part of KLM, which is an Amsterdam-based airline. That means their check-in area is huge, stocked with many self-check-in kiosks, just like JetBlue in JFK. Very easy! Once I got to the gate, they had already started pre-boarding. More quick and easy! Good job, Amsterdam.
This time the plane ride wasn't as bad, thank goodness. Still uncomfortable, but not as much so. Maybe I was used to it? I'm not sure what made the difference. I watched three movies and tried to nap (unsuccessfully).
Surprisingly, the post-deplaning in Newark went quickly and easily too: in the span of half an hour, I got off the plane (I officially did not forget or lose anything on this trip, including myself. Hurrah!), got through customs (stamped Jan 01 2006--oops), picked up my suitcase (thank goodness I bought the new one with the extra expanding three inches, for all the souvenirs and gifts!), and got on the AirTrain. Wow!
Unfortunately, I suppose because it was a holiday, the NJ Transit was not running according to the schedules posted, so everyone had to wait for over half an hour for a train back to the city. Happily, the weather, though extremely foggy, was quite pleasant after the constant chill of Amsterdam, and needing hat, gloves and scarf at all times. At the Newark train platform, I was perfect in just a sweater. Still kind of warm, actually.
Boyfriend met me in Penn Station and accompanied me back to Queens, patiently listening to my weeklong backlog of chatter. It was so wonderful to have him there!
My apartment was just as cute as I left it, and naturally it was relieving and surreal to be back. I immediately began picture downloading and unpacking bags and sorting souvenirs and dirty laundry (all of it, especially since the smoke infiltrated everything I wore). We had a dinner of potatoes and edamame. What a relief not to have to shop for it right then, and how great that I didn't have to pay for it right then either!
I continued my organizing and tidying, which felt nice. Though I can be extremely messy and lazy, I do have enough of a compulsive streak to enjoy getting things put together and organized (thus my insane volunteering to fix the bookroom. Oh, and I have updated photos to share about that too). So it made me feel a lot better to get that taken care of. I have a big pile of souvenir postcards and things that I need to go through and enjoy.
Another decoration project I've been meaning to do lately is make a large collage of all the souvenir postcards that I have, which is a lot just from the past year. The problem now is where to put them, because I've gotten a good amount of walls covered. Perhaps more in the kitchen with the macro flower pictures.
I've got all my pictures on my computer, and they're all facing the right direction now, and I made Boyfriend look through them with me. They include a lot of random nothing pictures. Far too many canal photos. And as I was afraid, the cloud cover made many photos come out a little dark. Boo. For that reason, I relived the glory of seeing sunshine in my photos. At this moment, I am uploading all the photos on Snapfish. Then I will go through and select some nice ones to post and email.
Somehow I was not really tired yesterday afternoon. Once again, it seemed like an extremely long day, getting up before 7am and going to bed at 2am Amsterdam time (8pm in New York). I didn't think I'd make it even that long.
I already miss the accepted abundance of Nutella for breakfast and chocolate mousse in cups at the supermarket. I would really love both of those things every day of my life. Though I would certainly grow back out of my size 6/8. But who would care? Nutella and chocolate mousse!
Boy, isn't it the greatest thing to come home to your own bed? The hostel beds were quite comfortable, but my bed is the best. I squealed in delight and sighed with relief and pleasure.
I slept fairly well, and was awake by 5am. I figure I should go into school early, to put desks back and get back in teacher mode, and get ready to deal with the holiday children.
Either I've been getting sick or the smoke has been getting to me. My throat hurts and I'm congested. Uh oh. Wish me luck getting through today, with jet lag and travel brain and exciteable students and THE TEST IN NINE DAYS! God knows they won't let us forget that, though they WILL do things like take them on FIELD TRIPS in December and play music so loud in the cafeteria that the entire wing of classrooms shakes and constantly interrupt with announcements and assemblies and other such nonsense.
Blah. I feel like I should be rested now; I've been awake almost an hour, but I'm still a bit groggy.
I really have to go to school today? And then do chores like laundry and bathroom cleaning and floor sweeping? Ugh. I need a vacation.
My last night, I tried to go to sleep before midnight. It sort of worked, although I almost didn't get up on time, because my travel alarm is too quiet. The train station was quite crowded, possibly with people still up or who didn't have a place to sleep last night. I'm glad I wasn't one of them!
I got to the airport quickly and easily. I checked in quickly and easily. I flew Northwest, which is part of KLM, which is an Amsterdam-based airline. That means their check-in area is huge, stocked with many self-check-in kiosks, just like JetBlue in JFK. Very easy! Once I got to the gate, they had already started pre-boarding. More quick and easy! Good job, Amsterdam.
This time the plane ride wasn't as bad, thank goodness. Still uncomfortable, but not as much so. Maybe I was used to it? I'm not sure what made the difference. I watched three movies and tried to nap (unsuccessfully).
Surprisingly, the post-deplaning in Newark went quickly and easily too: in the span of half an hour, I got off the plane (I officially did not forget or lose anything on this trip, including myself. Hurrah!), got through customs (stamped Jan 01 2006--oops), picked up my suitcase (thank goodness I bought the new one with the extra expanding three inches, for all the souvenirs and gifts!), and got on the AirTrain. Wow!
Unfortunately, I suppose because it was a holiday, the NJ Transit was not running according to the schedules posted, so everyone had to wait for over half an hour for a train back to the city. Happily, the weather, though extremely foggy, was quite pleasant after the constant chill of Amsterdam, and needing hat, gloves and scarf at all times. At the Newark train platform, I was perfect in just a sweater. Still kind of warm, actually.
Boyfriend met me in Penn Station and accompanied me back to Queens, patiently listening to my weeklong backlog of chatter. It was so wonderful to have him there!
My apartment was just as cute as I left it, and naturally it was relieving and surreal to be back. I immediately began picture downloading and unpacking bags and sorting souvenirs and dirty laundry (all of it, especially since the smoke infiltrated everything I wore). We had a dinner of potatoes and edamame. What a relief not to have to shop for it right then, and how great that I didn't have to pay for it right then either!
I continued my organizing and tidying, which felt nice. Though I can be extremely messy and lazy, I do have enough of a compulsive streak to enjoy getting things put together and organized (thus my insane volunteering to fix the bookroom. Oh, and I have updated photos to share about that too). So it made me feel a lot better to get that taken care of. I have a big pile of souvenir postcards and things that I need to go through and enjoy.
Another decoration project I've been meaning to do lately is make a large collage of all the souvenir postcards that I have, which is a lot just from the past year. The problem now is where to put them, because I've gotten a good amount of walls covered. Perhaps more in the kitchen with the macro flower pictures.
I've got all my pictures on my computer, and they're all facing the right direction now, and I made Boyfriend look through them with me. They include a lot of random nothing pictures. Far too many canal photos. And as I was afraid, the cloud cover made many photos come out a little dark. Boo. For that reason, I relived the glory of seeing sunshine in my photos. At this moment, I am uploading all the photos on Snapfish. Then I will go through and select some nice ones to post and email.
Somehow I was not really tired yesterday afternoon. Once again, it seemed like an extremely long day, getting up before 7am and going to bed at 2am Amsterdam time (8pm in New York). I didn't think I'd make it even that long.
I already miss the accepted abundance of Nutella for breakfast and chocolate mousse in cups at the supermarket. I would really love both of those things every day of my life. Though I would certainly grow back out of my size 6/8. But who would care? Nutella and chocolate mousse!
Boy, isn't it the greatest thing to come home to your own bed? The hostel beds were quite comfortable, but my bed is the best. I squealed in delight and sighed with relief and pleasure.
I slept fairly well, and was awake by 5am. I figure I should go into school early, to put desks back and get back in teacher mode, and get ready to deal with the holiday children.
Either I've been getting sick or the smoke has been getting to me. My throat hurts and I'm congested. Uh oh. Wish me luck getting through today, with jet lag and travel brain and exciteable students and THE TEST IN NINE DAYS! God knows they won't let us forget that, though they WILL do things like take them on FIELD TRIPS in December and play music so loud in the cafeteria that the entire wing of classrooms shakes and constantly interrupt with announcements and assemblies and other such nonsense.
Blah. I feel like I should be rested now; I've been awake almost an hour, but I'm still a bit groggy.
I really have to go to school today? And then do chores like laundry and bathroom cleaning and floor sweeping? Ugh. I need a vacation.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Farewell, Amsterdam and 2006
Well folks, it's the end of my trip. It's been six days, I think, and now it's about time to go home. Somehow I have taken over five hundred pictures on this trip! I'm excited to download them all and look at them on a bigger screen. Also, I'm looking forward to a full, uninterrupted night's sleep, and getting back to my own kitchen (once I grocery shop).
My last day was a nice one. I walked around and saw three more small museums. First the Musuem Van Loon, then the Huis Marseille for some photography, and finally the Dutch Resistance (ie. WWII) Museum.
The Hague was a great side trip; I'm so glad I went. Several great museums there, and plus I always like seeing new things.
Tonight is New Year's Eve. In nearby Dam Square, they set up a stage and lights for a giant public celebration tonight. By the sounds outside, the fireworks have long since started. I've been hearing loud cracks all day, and they startled me every time.
Partly because I need to leave by 7am, and partly because I'm an old fuddy-duddy who doesn't care much about partying on New Year's Eve, I will probably try to sleep soon.
Much more to come next year! Ha ha. Or in a day or two, when I get pictures ready.
Happy New Year, everyone!
My last day was a nice one. I walked around and saw three more small museums. First the Musuem Van Loon, then the Huis Marseille for some photography, and finally the Dutch Resistance (ie. WWII) Museum.
The Hague was a great side trip; I'm so glad I went. Several great museums there, and plus I always like seeing new things.
Tonight is New Year's Eve. In nearby Dam Square, they set up a stage and lights for a giant public celebration tonight. By the sounds outside, the fireworks have long since started. I've been hearing loud cracks all day, and they startled me every time.
Partly because I need to leave by 7am, and partly because I'm an old fuddy-duddy who doesn't care much about partying on New Year's Eve, I will probably try to sleep soon.
Much more to come next year! Ha ha. Or in a day or two, when I get pictures ready.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Un-Happy Feet
Man, I always forget how uncomfortable it is to be on your feet all day, walking around with a backpack. I'm really thinking about a local foot massage...mmm. Shoulders too; they're sore as well.
I think this is Day Three. I've seen the big sights, and I have not gotten lost. However, that's because I have not strayed from the so-called beaten path. The way I work is that I go to one place and sort of move from there. Like scaffolding: I get familiar with one location or trail, and then expand that area, little by little.
This afternoon I saw a couple patches of blue sky! I was amazed and happy. I could even manage without a hat! But now it's back to gray and cold.
This morning: diamond shop, then Rijksmuseum, then Oude Kerk. It's 4.30 and I want to put my feet up. Not sure what I'm going to do when it gets dark. Sitting around the hostel--full of smoke of both kinds--is not my cup of tea. Because I am an old prude.
I am definitely looking forward to getting out of town tomorrow! I'll be taking the train to the Hague in the morning sometime and hang out there all day, then I'm so far planning to go to Delft on Saturday (I think; I'm still confused about the days. It's either jet lag, smoke inhalation (not mine!), or just travel-brain. Whatever.), which I'm very excited about. Again, because I'm old and a prude, a calmer, quiet place seems perfect right about now.
I will be updating all the sight stuff after I get home, because a-it will take too long, and b-other people, like Kelly, have described things much better!
For now it is Albert Heijn dinner time! A lovely salad, some cheese and crackers, Fanta, and chocolate/white chocolate/caramel mousse. Yum! Yes, exactly what I had yesterday, but still. Tasty, cheap food for me!
I think this is Day Three. I've seen the big sights, and I have not gotten lost. However, that's because I have not strayed from the so-called beaten path. The way I work is that I go to one place and sort of move from there. Like scaffolding: I get familiar with one location or trail, and then expand that area, little by little.
This afternoon I saw a couple patches of blue sky! I was amazed and happy. I could even manage without a hat! But now it's back to gray and cold.
This morning: diamond shop, then Rijksmuseum, then Oude Kerk. It's 4.30 and I want to put my feet up. Not sure what I'm going to do when it gets dark. Sitting around the hostel--full of smoke of both kinds--is not my cup of tea. Because I am an old prude.
I am definitely looking forward to getting out of town tomorrow! I'll be taking the train to the Hague in the morning sometime and hang out there all day, then I'm so far planning to go to Delft on Saturday (I think; I'm still confused about the days. It's either jet lag, smoke inhalation (not mine!), or just travel-brain. Whatever.), which I'm very excited about. Again, because I'm old and a prude, a calmer, quiet place seems perfect right about now.
I will be updating all the sight stuff after I get home, because a-it will take too long, and b-other people, like Kelly, have described things much better!
For now it is Albert Heijn dinner time! A lovely salad, some cheese and crackers, Fanta, and chocolate/white chocolate/caramel mousse. Yum! Yes, exactly what I had yesterday, but still. Tasty, cheap food for me!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Welkom in Nederland
Hallo, all. It is 3pm here in Amsterdam, my second day here.
Yesterday was the longest day I've had in a really long time. Happily, I think I'm mostly recovered already.
The trip to the airport was very smooth and easy; in fact, it went so quickly that I got to the airport three hours before takeoff. Early nerd. The plane ride, however, was not so easy. Those seats! I felt like an arthritic old woman; I could not get comfortable at all. My back was slouched--even with their limp pillow as a backrest--and my neck was jutted forward. It all was rather painful, all due to those confounded airline seats. Boo! Also, I tried to rest, but again, could not get comfortable. Thus I developed not only a severe neck crick and back pain, but a nasty dull headache of fatigue.
I watched the movie Scoop, and started but did not finish two other movies. It's neat how you can pick a movie and watch it whenever you want, with at least twenty to choose from. I did not read at all, which is unusual for me. I'll attribute it to fatigue and seat pain.
Eventually we landed, at 6am in the pitch black Netherlands morning. All the signs in the airport are in English, and many are in only English. Most things were closed because of the early hour, but I saw an airport mini Rijksmuseum, and a massage station (my neck groaned a big complaint when I saw that). I got cash and went to wait for bags.
Once my shiny new suitcase (silver, so it stands out from all the black rolling bags) arrived, I bought a train ticket into town, rode silently in the dark, and arrived at Centraal Station.
I exited the station and was confronted by my first glimpse of Amsterdam, still in the predawn dark. Big buildings with holiday lights and neon names. A mass of bikes parked. My first Dutch canal. It was extremely surreal to suddenly be here, and not just because I'd not slept.
As it turns out, the hostel I booked is only a few blocks from Centraal. What a blessing! You have to walk in a couple of winding alleys, but it was easy to find the place.
Sadly, I could not check in til nine, so I took a desperate nap in the common room, which is chock full of large pillows. Man, that felt so wonderful.
Soon I got checked in, and later I brought my things up the very shallow stairs (banging my shoes into the staircase at every step) to my bunk room.
I put on my garish but so warm magenta scarf and purple hat, and set off to take a look around and get oriented. I walked down Damrak to what I later found is called Dam Square. I walked back to the station to get some snacks and some headache drugs. Not only was I exhausted, the various kinds of smoke in the hostel were nasty and only worsened the headache. Yuck. But, get used to it; it's Amsterdam.
The weather is chilly, gray and sometimes drizzly. It makes a dull pallor hang over everything, so I think my pictures won't be as pretty as if I were here in the sunny season.
Real quick, because a window is open nearby and I can hardly feel my fingers, yesterday I visited the Anne Frank Huis and today I already went to the Van Gogh museum. I've made friends with Albert Heijn, which is the ubiquitous supermarket. I've bought things like (real) Fanta, chocolate mousse, apple beignets, Gouda slices, and crackers. So I'm not going hungry.
More updates later. Happy December 27!
Yesterday was the longest day I've had in a really long time. Happily, I think I'm mostly recovered already.
The trip to the airport was very smooth and easy; in fact, it went so quickly that I got to the airport three hours before takeoff. Early nerd. The plane ride, however, was not so easy. Those seats! I felt like an arthritic old woman; I could not get comfortable at all. My back was slouched--even with their limp pillow as a backrest--and my neck was jutted forward. It all was rather painful, all due to those confounded airline seats. Boo! Also, I tried to rest, but again, could not get comfortable. Thus I developed not only a severe neck crick and back pain, but a nasty dull headache of fatigue.
I watched the movie Scoop, and started but did not finish two other movies. It's neat how you can pick a movie and watch it whenever you want, with at least twenty to choose from. I did not read at all, which is unusual for me. I'll attribute it to fatigue and seat pain.
Eventually we landed, at 6am in the pitch black Netherlands morning. All the signs in the airport are in English, and many are in only English. Most things were closed because of the early hour, but I saw an airport mini Rijksmuseum, and a massage station (my neck groaned a big complaint when I saw that). I got cash and went to wait for bags.
Once my shiny new suitcase (silver, so it stands out from all the black rolling bags) arrived, I bought a train ticket into town, rode silently in the dark, and arrived at Centraal Station.
I exited the station and was confronted by my first glimpse of Amsterdam, still in the predawn dark. Big buildings with holiday lights and neon names. A mass of bikes parked. My first Dutch canal. It was extremely surreal to suddenly be here, and not just because I'd not slept.
As it turns out, the hostel I booked is only a few blocks from Centraal. What a blessing! You have to walk in a couple of winding alleys, but it was easy to find the place.
Sadly, I could not check in til nine, so I took a desperate nap in the common room, which is chock full of large pillows. Man, that felt so wonderful.
Soon I got checked in, and later I brought my things up the very shallow stairs (banging my shoes into the staircase at every step) to my bunk room.
I put on my garish but so warm magenta scarf and purple hat, and set off to take a look around and get oriented. I walked down Damrak to what I later found is called Dam Square. I walked back to the station to get some snacks and some headache drugs. Not only was I exhausted, the various kinds of smoke in the hostel were nasty and only worsened the headache. Yuck. But, get used to it; it's Amsterdam.
The weather is chilly, gray and sometimes drizzly. It makes a dull pallor hang over everything, so I think my pictures won't be as pretty as if I were here in the sunny season.
Real quick, because a window is open nearby and I can hardly feel my fingers, yesterday I visited the Anne Frank Huis and today I already went to the Van Gogh museum. I've made friends with Albert Heijn, which is the ubiquitous supermarket. I've bought things like (real) Fanta, chocolate mousse, apple beignets, Gouda slices, and crackers. So I'm not going hungry.
More updates later. Happy December 27!
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas, Etc
I hope that everyone is having a pleasant and restful vacation, regardless of religious celebration.
I think my packing is finished. Now I need to get dressed, because I am leaving in half an hour for Newark Airport. Wish me luck and patience; it's going to take nearly two hours. It's almost noon and my plane is at 4.40pm. Definitely better safe than sorry, though, so I'm not complaining.
There are plenty of internet options in Amsterdam, so I'll probably update soon. Have a great week, everyone!
I think my packing is finished. Now I need to get dressed, because I am leaving in half an hour for Newark Airport. Wish me luck and patience; it's going to take nearly two hours. It's almost noon and my plane is at 4.40pm. Definitely better safe than sorry, though, so I'm not complaining.
There are plenty of internet options in Amsterdam, so I'll probably update soon. Have a great week, everyone!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
New Decorations!
I put up multicolored Christmas, er, holiday lights a few months ago, but last week I
put the white ones up. And the other day I put some of the multi back up, below the white ones. Neat! I've been a fan of 'the glow' since college.
Today, while rooting around boxes of travel stuff, I found my souvenir fans. They're cheap plastic and fabric, but I've gotten one on every major trip (except for Prague and New Orleans) for the last five or six years. And I realized they would fit perfectly in the molding-traced frames on the empty walls above my bed and office nook. Then I was like, meh, I'll do it later.
But alas, it's a holiday weekend and I'm cooped up inside snacking endlessly and decided to just put them up.
Hurrah! My apartment is getting prettied up and I'm feeling like a grown up, with my own pretty apartment with real decorations!
Saturday, December 23, 2006
"What's Wrong With Education?" Sorry, Wrong Answer
First read this editorial by Roger Schank.
Wrong Problem, Wrong Solution
Friday, December 15, 2006 2:23 AM
Math and Science, oh my. What will we do? We don’t produce enough students interested in math and science. Something must be done. I hear this refrain so often my head hurts.
First my credentials: I was a math major in college. I got 98 on every math Regent’s test offered. (I lived in New York where testing ruled in the world in the 50’s too.) My mother always asked where the other two points went. I grew up to be a computer science professor. I am not a math phobe. But neither am I a math proponent. I never used math in my professional life. Never ever.
I always start any discussion on education by asking if the person I am talking with knows the quadratic formula. One out of hundred knows it. (The last few people I asked included the head of a major testing service, the secretary of education of a state in the US, various state legislators, and 200 high school principals. Then why do we teach this obviously useless piece of information to every student in the world? Because math is important, of course.
Really? Show me the evidence.
As a person who did graduate admissions for 30 years at three of the top ten universities in the country, I know what this hysteria is actually about. Nearly all applicants to graduate computer science programs (which is what I know – but it is true in most fields of engineering and science) are foreign nationals. We wonder why American kids aren’t interested in these fields – which is a reasonable enough question. But then we have come up with an extraordinary answer.
What we say is that we must teach math and science better in high school. There are now so many programs meant to do this it makes my head spin. Here are reasons why this is simply the wrong answer.
Do we really believe that the reason that there so many foreign applicants to US graduate programs is that they teach math and science better in other countries? China and India provide most of the applicants. They also have most of the people. And many of those people will do anything to live in the U.S. So they cram math down their own throats knowing that it is a ticket to America. Very few of these applicants are coming from Germany, Sweden, France or Italy. Is this because they teach math badly there or is it because those people aren’t desperate to move to the U.S.?
In the U.S., students are not desperate to move to the US, so when you suggest to them that they numb themselves with formulas and equations they refuse to do so. The right answer would be to make math and science actually interesting, but with those awful tests as the ultimate arbiter of success this is very difficult to do.
No change in education will ever happen in the US until the testing mentality is done away with. No average high functioning adult could pass them so why make kids do it? This makes no sense. What also makes no sense is the idea that math and science are important subjects. You can live a happy life without ever having taken a physics course or knowing what a logarithm is.
On the other hand, being able to reason on the basis of evidence actually is important. Thinking rationally and logically is important. Knowing how to function in a world that includes new technology and all kinds of health issues is important. Knowing how things work and being able to fix them and perhaps design them is important.
Lets get serious. We don’t need more math and science. We need more people who can think.
We need to teach job skills, people skills, and reasoning skills. And we need to make education exciting and interesting. We need performance tests not competence tests. If we did all that we would get more Americans interested in math and science because we would get more Americans actually interested in being in school.
This teacher blog wrote a post in response:
When discussing education reform, every writer, every politician, every “expert”, eventually arrives at one point: students need more math and science.
Why? Because math is important.
Roger Schank thinks that conclusion is all wrong and asks for someone to offer the evidence.
I’m not ready to buy all of Schank’s arguments but he does make some excellent points about education reform with these thoughts.
Although I taught math for many years, I can see a lot of logic in that.
We should be trading the rote memorization of arcane mathematical processes for a curriculum that instead helps kids understand how to think for themselves.
Those few students who need the quadratic formula will eventually learn it when presented with a good reason to do so.
I say:
Complete B.S.
First of all, Roger-man, take it down a notch with self-aggrandization. Do you really begin all your education conversations proving yourself more intelligent than other bigwigs, by asking them about the quadratic equation? Seriously? When you forgot to use an apostrophe for "let's"? Get off your high mathematical horse, dude.
And you never used math as a computer science professor? Last I checked, all science required a lot of math. Perhaps I am wrong, though.
Second of all, have you ever BEEN in a public school below college level? Do you know anything about the wave of balanced literacy and emphasis on strategy instead of skills? Do you know anything about elementary and secondary curriculum at this time? Have you ever tried to TEACH any children in any country?
If not, then sorry, you can stop giving advice now.
You have a good starting point--things are definitely wrong with the American educational system. I completely agree that the testing has gone way out of control.
Unfortunately, some of those other wrong things involve people like you, people who have never been in a real school setting and want to impose your hoity-toity, smartypants ideas on everyone else.
As for curriculum and knowledge in foreign countries, yes, they are superior, in my opinion. I know that any random non-US high school graduate knows more about American history and politics than any random American college student. They also begin learning English before age 13, as well as a THIRD language after that. Whereas we don't actually teach the English language to our native speakers, and we have ridiculously low requirements for two years of foreign language.
Students in China and Japan (and maybe other Asian countries as well?) are in school or studying many more hours than American students. That alone will produce more intelligent citizens for jobs, no matter what country they decide to live in or go to.
We have watered down EVERYTHING in our schools.
The students in my school have never been required to do 'minor things' like memorize their times tables or check their spelling. Middle school math teachers who have to teach algebra and geometry simply cannot do so if the students barely have a grasp of simple operations.
They don't have those basic skills because of people just like you, who think school and math in particular should be 'fun' and 'exciting' and 'interesting.'
That is the biggest fallacy plaguing this country's education.
Math now involves learning eight different strategies for multiplication or division or whatever else, and their extremely-rigid scripted curriculum requires them to use fun hands-on activities and real-world examples.
One of those ideas is great, but one is not so great.
Young children do NOT need exposure to higher level math. They NEED to get down basic skills to build their foundation for further education and development of your precious critical thinking skills.
Right now they're encouraged to think about all the different ways to do long division. What that means in the real classroom, for the real children, is that they don't actually learn how to do anything for sure. One student in my class does weird, convoluted work when he does math, which makes no sense to the teacher, but he somehow gets the right answer. In ELA, he does some more weird thinking, and almost always it leads him to a wrong answer. He needs to learn one way to do something, and then later, if he wants to, figure out a faster way or a way that's a better fit for his learning style. As it stands, when this child moves on to high school, he's going to be lost when there's only one traditional way to figure out a problem in geometry or trigonometry. There's certainly only one accepted way to spell words; why should he get to be creative in that either? Let him learn to spell and multiply, and then use that knowledge to do something with his well-written words and his grasp of mathematical principles.
Students learning how to think for themselves? No, they can't do that at this point. Yes, that is a very real and scary problem. They most certainly need to develop critical thought.
However, NONE of that will work without a solid foundation of rotely-memorizing things like multiplying 5 times 8 or the difference between 'lose' and 'loose.' You don't build a house made of loose bricks on sand. You build a concrete foundation and mortar the bricks together so the structure will stand firm. And deciphering how deep and how wide that foundation should be...requires, yes, math!
What do other countries do that we don't? They push the students to learn, I mean really learn. They do take exams to prove their knowledge, but they most certainly are not multiple choice exams; monkeys randomly bubbling things could get decent scores by luck. Those countries would not keep lowering the passing score of those difficult tests to make sure that more children have good self-esteem, or to make sure that the schools' asses are covered when the government comes a-knocking.
Their college students also relax their freshman year, but only because it's so easy compared to the rigors of high school. Whereas in our country, people are finally noticing that very few students are able to perform at the college level, in math and writing, and all the other fields that involve math and writing...which is all of them.
And surely you are being facetious when you say that math and science should not be taught, but that students should instead be encouraged to just invent and design things. Without math and science? Engineers, carpenters, electricians, urban planners, and any regular schmoe with a checking account and bills to budget for--all of them need math.
Further, lumping science in with math--for its irrelevance in school--is dangerously ignorant. The fields are very closely related--most of physics and a lot of chemistry is math--but you can't seriously propose that students shouldn't learn science? They shouldn't learn how the world around them works? They shouldn't learn how to think critically about the effects of partially-hydrogenation have on the masses? They shouldn't learn how the human presence destroys natural habitats of too many animal species, and what to do to decrease that impact? Those real-world applications mean nothing until they have learned and completely understood the principles of atoms and molecules, the cycle of life, the food chain, the delicate balance of ecology...Oh wait, some of that involves numbers, which is math, so that must be out as well, Mr. Schank?
When I was in college, taking diverse courses like chemistry, linguistics, a foreign language, psychology, international gender policy, I was constantly amazed and delighted at how often the content would overlap, or that knowledge of one field improved the understand of another, seemingly unrelated field. It made me enjoy learning, it made me look forward to taking more classes, it made me look more in depth at the natural world and the human world. It made me a more well-rounded person.
Sure, some of the higher level math seems pointless to real life. So does the practice of diagramming sentences. I used to groan, "When am I ever going to have to diagram a sentence in life?" Of course the answer is never.
Faced now with students that wouldn't know a direct object if it hit them in the face, I finally understand the purpose of diagramming sentences: I understand how words and language work together. I can construct complex sentences using a variety of words and punctuation. I can get my point across in different forms. I can change my writing to suit my audience, and I can use high level vocabulary if I want. I even get the joke from Mary Poppins: "I met a man with a wooden leg named Smith." "What's the name of his other leg?"
It's a funny joke, and everyone should be able to understand it. I would literally have to explain this to my students, trying to find language basic enough to get them to understand modification and antecedents, when they can barely recognize a verb.
It's the same with math and science. We may never need to use the quadratic formula or sentence diagrams in 'real life,' but that knowledge expands our minds, it gets us ready for higher level work and thought, and most importantly, it makes people well-rounded.
Our country needs to stop alternatively babying and vigorously testing our children. They need to be formally and informally assessed in all their classes. We should teach more subject areas, not fewer. All classes need strict standards to show students that we are serious, that we expect excellence out of them, and that education for education's sake is important. If they can't do the basic work, don't let them proceed until they can. If they don't pass a class, in no way should they ever move to another grade, regardless of their test score.
We need citizens who understand that work will be required of them, as children in school and as adults in the real world. It's no fun preparing marketing data or grading papers, but it needs to be done. That work requires high-level thought, which, again, is only possible when founded on basics. Our schools need to teach basics first, and then work the children up to formal and analytical thought.
Edited to add this, which I'll call 'Exhibit A':
With His Superpowers?
Wrong Problem, Wrong Solution
Friday, December 15, 2006 2:23 AM
Math and Science, oh my. What will we do? We don’t produce enough students interested in math and science. Something must be done. I hear this refrain so often my head hurts.
First my credentials: I was a math major in college. I got 98 on every math Regent’s test offered. (I lived in New York where testing ruled in the world in the 50’s too.) My mother always asked where the other two points went. I grew up to be a computer science professor. I am not a math phobe. But neither am I a math proponent. I never used math in my professional life. Never ever.
I always start any discussion on education by asking if the person I am talking with knows the quadratic formula. One out of hundred knows it. (The last few people I asked included the head of a major testing service, the secretary of education of a state in the US, various state legislators, and 200 high school principals. Then why do we teach this obviously useless piece of information to every student in the world? Because math is important, of course.
Really? Show me the evidence.
As a person who did graduate admissions for 30 years at three of the top ten universities in the country, I know what this hysteria is actually about. Nearly all applicants to graduate computer science programs (which is what I know – but it is true in most fields of engineering and science) are foreign nationals. We wonder why American kids aren’t interested in these fields – which is a reasonable enough question. But then we have come up with an extraordinary answer.
What we say is that we must teach math and science better in high school. There are now so many programs meant to do this it makes my head spin. Here are reasons why this is simply the wrong answer.
Do we really believe that the reason that there so many foreign applicants to US graduate programs is that they teach math and science better in other countries? China and India provide most of the applicants. They also have most of the people. And many of those people will do anything to live in the U.S. So they cram math down their own throats knowing that it is a ticket to America. Very few of these applicants are coming from Germany, Sweden, France or Italy. Is this because they teach math badly there or is it because those people aren’t desperate to move to the U.S.?
In the U.S., students are not desperate to move to the US, so when you suggest to them that they numb themselves with formulas and equations they refuse to do so. The right answer would be to make math and science actually interesting, but with those awful tests as the ultimate arbiter of success this is very difficult to do.
No change in education will ever happen in the US until the testing mentality is done away with. No average high functioning adult could pass them so why make kids do it? This makes no sense. What also makes no sense is the idea that math and science are important subjects. You can live a happy life without ever having taken a physics course or knowing what a logarithm is.
On the other hand, being able to reason on the basis of evidence actually is important. Thinking rationally and logically is important. Knowing how to function in a world that includes new technology and all kinds of health issues is important. Knowing how things work and being able to fix them and perhaps design them is important.
Lets get serious. We don’t need more math and science. We need more people who can think.
We need to teach job skills, people skills, and reasoning skills. And we need to make education exciting and interesting. We need performance tests not competence tests. If we did all that we would get more Americans interested in math and science because we would get more Americans actually interested in being in school.
This teacher blog wrote a post in response:
When discussing education reform, every writer, every politician, every “expert”, eventually arrives at one point: students need more math and science.
Why? Because math is important.
Roger Schank thinks that conclusion is all wrong and asks for someone to offer the evidence.
I’m not ready to buy all of Schank’s arguments but he does make some excellent points about education reform with these thoughts.
Although I taught math for many years, I can see a lot of logic in that.
We should be trading the rote memorization of arcane mathematical processes for a curriculum that instead helps kids understand how to think for themselves.
Those few students who need the quadratic formula will eventually learn it when presented with a good reason to do so.
I say:
Complete B.S.
First of all, Roger-man, take it down a notch with self-aggrandization. Do you really begin all your education conversations proving yourself more intelligent than other bigwigs, by asking them about the quadratic equation? Seriously? When you forgot to use an apostrophe for "let's"? Get off your high mathematical horse, dude.
And you never used math as a computer science professor? Last I checked, all science required a lot of math. Perhaps I am wrong, though.
Second of all, have you ever BEEN in a public school below college level? Do you know anything about the wave of balanced literacy and emphasis on strategy instead of skills? Do you know anything about elementary and secondary curriculum at this time? Have you ever tried to TEACH any children in any country?
If not, then sorry, you can stop giving advice now.
You have a good starting point--things are definitely wrong with the American educational system. I completely agree that the testing has gone way out of control.
Unfortunately, some of those other wrong things involve people like you, people who have never been in a real school setting and want to impose your hoity-toity, smartypants ideas on everyone else.
As for curriculum and knowledge in foreign countries, yes, they are superior, in my opinion. I know that any random non-US high school graduate knows more about American history and politics than any random American college student. They also begin learning English before age 13, as well as a THIRD language after that. Whereas we don't actually teach the English language to our native speakers, and we have ridiculously low requirements for two years of foreign language.
Students in China and Japan (and maybe other Asian countries as well?) are in school or studying many more hours than American students. That alone will produce more intelligent citizens for jobs, no matter what country they decide to live in or go to.
We have watered down EVERYTHING in our schools.
The students in my school have never been required to do 'minor things' like memorize their times tables or check their spelling. Middle school math teachers who have to teach algebra and geometry simply cannot do so if the students barely have a grasp of simple operations.
They don't have those basic skills because of people just like you, who think school and math in particular should be 'fun' and 'exciting' and 'interesting.'
That is the biggest fallacy plaguing this country's education.
Math now involves learning eight different strategies for multiplication or division or whatever else, and their extremely-rigid scripted curriculum requires them to use fun hands-on activities and real-world examples.
One of those ideas is great, but one is not so great.
Young children do NOT need exposure to higher level math. They NEED to get down basic skills to build their foundation for further education and development of your precious critical thinking skills.
Right now they're encouraged to think about all the different ways to do long division. What that means in the real classroom, for the real children, is that they don't actually learn how to do anything for sure. One student in my class does weird, convoluted work when he does math, which makes no sense to the teacher, but he somehow gets the right answer. In ELA, he does some more weird thinking, and almost always it leads him to a wrong answer. He needs to learn one way to do something, and then later, if he wants to, figure out a faster way or a way that's a better fit for his learning style. As it stands, when this child moves on to high school, he's going to be lost when there's only one traditional way to figure out a problem in geometry or trigonometry. There's certainly only one accepted way to spell words; why should he get to be creative in that either? Let him learn to spell and multiply, and then use that knowledge to do something with his well-written words and his grasp of mathematical principles.
Students learning how to think for themselves? No, they can't do that at this point. Yes, that is a very real and scary problem. They most certainly need to develop critical thought.
However, NONE of that will work without a solid foundation of rotely-memorizing things like multiplying 5 times 8 or the difference between 'lose' and 'loose.' You don't build a house made of loose bricks on sand. You build a concrete foundation and mortar the bricks together so the structure will stand firm. And deciphering how deep and how wide that foundation should be...requires, yes, math!
What do other countries do that we don't? They push the students to learn, I mean really learn. They do take exams to prove their knowledge, but they most certainly are not multiple choice exams; monkeys randomly bubbling things could get decent scores by luck. Those countries would not keep lowering the passing score of those difficult tests to make sure that more children have good self-esteem, or to make sure that the schools' asses are covered when the government comes a-knocking.
Their college students also relax their freshman year, but only because it's so easy compared to the rigors of high school. Whereas in our country, people are finally noticing that very few students are able to perform at the college level, in math and writing, and all the other fields that involve math and writing...which is all of them.
And surely you are being facetious when you say that math and science should not be taught, but that students should instead be encouraged to just invent and design things. Without math and science? Engineers, carpenters, electricians, urban planners, and any regular schmoe with a checking account and bills to budget for--all of them need math.
Further, lumping science in with math--for its irrelevance in school--is dangerously ignorant. The fields are very closely related--most of physics and a lot of chemistry is math--but you can't seriously propose that students shouldn't learn science? They shouldn't learn how the world around them works? They shouldn't learn how to think critically about the effects of partially-hydrogenation have on the masses? They shouldn't learn how the human presence destroys natural habitats of too many animal species, and what to do to decrease that impact? Those real-world applications mean nothing until they have learned and completely understood the principles of atoms and molecules, the cycle of life, the food chain, the delicate balance of ecology...Oh wait, some of that involves numbers, which is math, so that must be out as well, Mr. Schank?
When I was in college, taking diverse courses like chemistry, linguistics, a foreign language, psychology, international gender policy, I was constantly amazed and delighted at how often the content would overlap, or that knowledge of one field improved the understand of another, seemingly unrelated field. It made me enjoy learning, it made me look forward to taking more classes, it made me look more in depth at the natural world and the human world. It made me a more well-rounded person.
Sure, some of the higher level math seems pointless to real life. So does the practice of diagramming sentences. I used to groan, "When am I ever going to have to diagram a sentence in life?" Of course the answer is never.
Faced now with students that wouldn't know a direct object if it hit them in the face, I finally understand the purpose of diagramming sentences: I understand how words and language work together. I can construct complex sentences using a variety of words and punctuation. I can get my point across in different forms. I can change my writing to suit my audience, and I can use high level vocabulary if I want. I even get the joke from Mary Poppins: "I met a man with a wooden leg named Smith." "What's the name of his other leg?"
It's a funny joke, and everyone should be able to understand it. I would literally have to explain this to my students, trying to find language basic enough to get them to understand modification and antecedents, when they can barely recognize a verb.
It's the same with math and science. We may never need to use the quadratic formula or sentence diagrams in 'real life,' but that knowledge expands our minds, it gets us ready for higher level work and thought, and most importantly, it makes people well-rounded.
Our country needs to stop alternatively babying and vigorously testing our children. They need to be formally and informally assessed in all their classes. We should teach more subject areas, not fewer. All classes need strict standards to show students that we are serious, that we expect excellence out of them, and that education for education's sake is important. If they can't do the basic work, don't let them proceed until they can. If they don't pass a class, in no way should they ever move to another grade, regardless of their test score.
We need citizens who understand that work will be required of them, as children in school and as adults in the real world. It's no fun preparing marketing data or grading papers, but it needs to be done. That work requires high-level thought, which, again, is only possible when founded on basics. Our schools need to teach basics first, and then work the children up to formal and analytical thought.
Edited to add this, which I'll call 'Exhibit A':
With His Superpowers?
Teacher: When did slavery end?
Student: Didn't it end in like, 1970, when Martin Luther King freed all the blacks?
--Berkeley Carroll School, Park Slope
via Overheard in New York, Dec 21, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Woohoo! It's (just about) over!
Today was our last real day before break; tomorrow is a testing day (fun!)(not)(except yes, for teachers).
I cannot tell you how relieved and happy I am.
Apparently other teachers were having parties and the like...? Not any of us in our department, because hello? Nine teaching days left. Besides, many of my students don't deserve a party at this point in the year. (On that point, another teacher mentioned today about having an invite-only party--I do like the sound of that, very much. We'll see after the dreaded test.)
I'm happy to report that my students learned today, and it wasn't too painful for them. I'm actually really proud of how the lesson turned out; it flowed well and everything came together.
The warm up involved reading three phrases and noticing something. (Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout; Sally sells seashells; The tired toad tried to escape.) Most students noticed the letter/sound repetition, which we then defined as alliteration. (As of yet, I have done zero figlang, so this was an important lesson.)
The students then wrote their own alliterative sentence, and we shared. They did very well! Good job, kiddos. From there, we moved into a workbook section with poetry. There were some questions--ridiculously easy questions at that--about comparisons in the poem, which were getting at figlang types. There was also a question about rhyme scheme, so we learned how to do that as well. I put several examples on the board and explained what to do, and we all practiced together. They got it very quickly, and I was proud yet again.
Let's see. Then another practice poem test thing, and they had to find all the alliteration in the poem. For the most part, they did well with that. We answered the questions with that and we learned about similes, because there were a few in there as well. Writing their own similes went only okay, so they'll need more practice and guidance later on.
Then, we put it all together! For the last 20 minutes of the double period, they had to write a poem about winter, using three examples of alliteration and one simile, and the poem had to rhyme. Isn't that a perfect activity relating exactly to the lessons? Love it!
I had wanted to have some students read their work aloud to the class at the end, to share and feel good about their poems, but alas, as always, we ran out of time. Boo. Still, all the students at least began a poem and almost all were easily able to use those two types of figlang in their work. The rhyming thing didn't go so well, but who cares. Not me, that's for sure, since I'm a terrible rhymer as well.
So it was quite an enjoyable teaching day today. The kids were very involved, very vocal, and they really seemed to grasp everything we did. And I think they enjoyed it too, which is important at this time of year, for all of us.
Tomorrow is sort of a pretend day, and then we have the blessed vacation. Hallelujah! Rest, rejuvenation, and all the other good things.
...Except that I need to really start packing soon for my trip. Yay, a trip!
I cannot tell you how relieved and happy I am.
Apparently other teachers were having parties and the like...? Not any of us in our department, because hello? Nine teaching days left. Besides, many of my students don't deserve a party at this point in the year. (On that point, another teacher mentioned today about having an invite-only party--I do like the sound of that, very much. We'll see after the dreaded test.)
I'm happy to report that my students learned today, and it wasn't too painful for them. I'm actually really proud of how the lesson turned out; it flowed well and everything came together.
The warm up involved reading three phrases and noticing something. (Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout; Sally sells seashells; The tired toad tried to escape.) Most students noticed the letter/sound repetition, which we then defined as alliteration. (As of yet, I have done zero figlang, so this was an important lesson.)
The students then wrote their own alliterative sentence, and we shared. They did very well! Good job, kiddos. From there, we moved into a workbook section with poetry. There were some questions--ridiculously easy questions at that--about comparisons in the poem, which were getting at figlang types. There was also a question about rhyme scheme, so we learned how to do that as well. I put several examples on the board and explained what to do, and we all practiced together. They got it very quickly, and I was proud yet again.
Let's see. Then another practice poem test thing, and they had to find all the alliteration in the poem. For the most part, they did well with that. We answered the questions with that and we learned about similes, because there were a few in there as well. Writing their own similes went only okay, so they'll need more practice and guidance later on.
Then, we put it all together! For the last 20 minutes of the double period, they had to write a poem about winter, using three examples of alliteration and one simile, and the poem had to rhyme. Isn't that a perfect activity relating exactly to the lessons? Love it!
I had wanted to have some students read their work aloud to the class at the end, to share and feel good about their poems, but alas, as always, we ran out of time. Boo. Still, all the students at least began a poem and almost all were easily able to use those two types of figlang in their work. The rhyming thing didn't go so well, but who cares. Not me, that's for sure, since I'm a terrible rhymer as well.
So it was quite an enjoyable teaching day today. The kids were very involved, very vocal, and they really seemed to grasp everything we did. And I think they enjoyed it too, which is important at this time of year, for all of us.
Tomorrow is sort of a pretend day, and then we have the blessed vacation. Hallelujah! Rest, rejuvenation, and all the other good things.
...Except that I need to really start packing soon for my trip. Yay, a trip!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
An "Easier" Day
Yesterday I gave a written spelling bee, as compiled and requested by a couple staff members. For some reason, the same list was given to all three grades. Stupid! Anyway, most of the words were ones that the kids had never heard or seen before. I kind of get a kick from their incredulous WTF? looks when they hear something like "rheumatism." Heh.
So today, to give us all a bit of a break before hitting more workbooks, I had them write down all the words with correct spelling, and some of them--more common ones--I had them write five times. Then we talked about definitions--and I had them identify some parts of speech as well--and roots and dictionary stuff and the like.
All that ended up taking an entire period! But who cares.
The next task was going over the parts of tests they throw at the end, questions not attached to a reading passage, questions that ask about syllables or vowel sounds or words in context.
So I reviewed with them how to break words into syllables and how to mark them, and what it means when they ask about 'stress' and how to find it.
Then we did long and short vowel sounds. It wasn't clear how much it was new or review for the students; I didn't care. If they already knew it, then it was easy review. If they didn't explicitly learn this in elementary (which I think is more likely to be the case), then they learned it now. It was pretty easy for students of all levels to contribute words with a long a or short i or whatever.
So there you have it--two periods of necessary work, work that seemed breezy and fun in comparison to the last week and a half of writing madness.
So today, to give us all a bit of a break before hitting more workbooks, I had them write down all the words with correct spelling, and some of them--more common ones--I had them write five times. Then we talked about definitions--and I had them identify some parts of speech as well--and roots and dictionary stuff and the like.
All that ended up taking an entire period! But who cares.
The next task was going over the parts of tests they throw at the end, questions not attached to a reading passage, questions that ask about syllables or vowel sounds or words in context.
So I reviewed with them how to break words into syllables and how to mark them, and what it means when they ask about 'stress' and how to find it.
Then we did long and short vowel sounds. It wasn't clear how much it was new or review for the students; I didn't care. If they already knew it, then it was easy review. If they didn't explicitly learn this in elementary (which I think is more likely to be the case), then they learned it now. It was pretty easy for students of all levels to contribute words with a long a or short i or whatever.
So there you have it--two periods of necessary work, work that seemed breezy and fun in comparison to the last week and a half of writing madness.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Made it through another day
I am utterly exhausted right now.
In class, for over a week I have been making them practice writing, talk about writing, grade their writing, grade their neighbor's writing, take notes for writing, listen and write, read and write, watch me write, listen to me grade writing, and practice writing some more.
Today we finished up the last section of practice tests (well, for now. sorry, kiddies). We reviewed the rubric guidelines, they graded each other's work with a sort of rubric checklist (ie, since the top level requires organization, details, answering the question, etc, they check for each of these individual pieces, and then give a grade based on the rubric).
When the grading was done, they got their own work back. I told them to flip back to the first set (which was an official test awhile back) and compare grades with this set.
I asked to see hands for whose grades improved. Almost all the hands went up!
I asked who thinks they've learned a lot with all this practice. Hands up!
I asked who thinks they have improved at writing with all this practice. Hands up!
I asked who thinks they can even do better next time. Hands up!
I asked what they didn't do this time, what they learned that they can do next time. The students gave some thoughtful and honest responses: "I need to read the directions," "I need to use paragraphs," "I need to add details," "I need to stay in sequence," etc.
Man, was I proud! And I let them know.
So, I'm tired and extra irritable with their extra noise, and we're all anxiously counting down to the holiday, but I will definitely take today as a victory, because dammit, they appear to be learning!
....Of course, we'll see how it goes after they've been off school for more than a week. I hope we don't backslide completely!
In class, for over a week I have been making them practice writing, talk about writing, grade their writing, grade their neighbor's writing, take notes for writing, listen and write, read and write, watch me write, listen to me grade writing, and practice writing some more.
Today we finished up the last section of practice tests (well, for now. sorry, kiddies). We reviewed the rubric guidelines, they graded each other's work with a sort of rubric checklist (ie, since the top level requires organization, details, answering the question, etc, they check for each of these individual pieces, and then give a grade based on the rubric).
When the grading was done, they got their own work back. I told them to flip back to the first set (which was an official test awhile back) and compare grades with this set.
I asked to see hands for whose grades improved. Almost all the hands went up!
I asked who thinks they've learned a lot with all this practice. Hands up!
I asked who thinks they have improved at writing with all this practice. Hands up!
I asked who thinks they can even do better next time. Hands up!
I asked what they didn't do this time, what they learned that they can do next time. The students gave some thoughtful and honest responses: "I need to read the directions," "I need to use paragraphs," "I need to add details," "I need to stay in sequence," etc.
Man, was I proud! And I let them know.
So, I'm tired and extra irritable with their extra noise, and we're all anxiously counting down to the holiday, but I will definitely take today as a victory, because dammit, they appear to be learning!
....Of course, we'll see how it goes after they've been off school for more than a week. I hope we don't backslide completely!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Natural/Disasters
Most of you probably heard before I did, but last week, the Northwest was battered by a huge storm, at nearly hurricane strength. Over a million people were out of power and heat! Five days later, many of them, including a lot of my family, are still in the dark.
I can commiserate all too well with this, except the communality. Last December, I myself was a victim of a blackout. Unfortunately, it was a purposeful, vengeful, and insane act inflicted on my roommates and me by landlords. It lasted nearly two weeks of early December.
The light is gone by the time I got home, and it was quite cold. We couldn't eat anything nonperishable, and there are only so many snacks one can consume. Showering in the dark was quite an adventure; that led to a sprained toe. At first, the shock kept the boredom and worry away. But then, I had a meltdown. I couldn't handle the dark and the wonder. When would it end? What the hell was wrong with those people? Why weren't the police or 311 doing anything about it? How am I supposed to move out if there's no lights or internet at home?
All this insanity (there was one day that we had to call the police THREE TIMES) meant that school was completely out of my mind. I'm not sure how I got through the days, and I spent most of the evenings at my grad school's library. How grateful I was for the heat and light and free internet!
After days of obsessively trolling craigslist and calling, emailing and visiting potential apartments, eventually I found a place and moved out as soon as I could. I took one day off school to pack, and soon had to remember that in addition to unpacking all my stuff, I had to pack for a holiday vacation. Totally forgot about it for most of December. I was too stressed and exhausted, and mostly I just wanted everything to be over, and calm again.
It's been a calendar year since that chaotic month. This December has been 'normal,' thank goodness.
So far this school year, I have not taken any days off. Four straight months of reporting on time to teach the children, and it's taking its toll. Except this year, I don't have any natural or landlord-made disasters to blame.
In November, I began toying with the idea of a mental health day. Now I don't remember why; it was probably just on principle. I think I was approaching and/or hitting that wall of winter blah and teacher winter burnout. There were already so many days off or not spent teaching that month, that I couldn't let myself take an extra one off.
But now it's December. After two months of almost no five-day weeks, we're on the fourth in a row. It's late in the month. When I was in sixth grade, we were already out of school by now. Other states are already done for a whole two weeks, or more. We're all aching for some free time.
Kids are starting to leave for vacation. Those still here are definitely getting antsy and rowdy, anticipating the coming freedom. Teachers are starting to get a bit cuckoo. Our faculty especially is having a hard time; we have a lot of classes that have no teachers (they left! before December! just left!), so everyone has been getting inundated with upper-grade (ie, devils) coverages.
All of us are wearing thin on patience, let alone "innovative teaching." Right now, it's innovative just to be there every day. The only energy we have is to gripe or count down days. We only hope to survive with a modicum of dignity, that maybe a handful of kids might have learned something today. Everything feels like a struggle, and there's no relief when a day is over, because there are more to come.
Depressed immune systems don't help. It seems like we're all at least a little sick, and it lasts for ever. This is my third week with just enough of a sore throat to make it an inconvenience, discomfort at the end of the day. Not enough to justify a day off, but enough to make teacher talk a pain, literally. And just in general, despite the unseasonable mildness, we're all tired and exhausted. I just want to rest!
I'm so out of it that I scoff at preparing for my trip. Pshaw, it's still over a week away! I've repeatedly ignored the need to book accommodations for the trip I'm taking next Monday. I have nowhere to stay on my last night in Amsterdam and an early flight on New Year's Day; I think I'm going to have to sleep in the airport. At school right now, I'm doing my best to push through every day, and try not to think too far in advance, lest I suddenly find this teaching business utterly ridiculous, and skip out of the building, never to return.
Really, isn't it a 'natural' disaster to be surrounded by adolescents for the majority of the day? Give us a break that's longer than a week!
I can commiserate all too well with this, except the communality. Last December, I myself was a victim of a blackout. Unfortunately, it was a purposeful, vengeful, and insane act inflicted on my roommates and me by landlords. It lasted nearly two weeks of early December.
The light is gone by the time I got home, and it was quite cold. We couldn't eat anything nonperishable, and there are only so many snacks one can consume. Showering in the dark was quite an adventure; that led to a sprained toe. At first, the shock kept the boredom and worry away. But then, I had a meltdown. I couldn't handle the dark and the wonder. When would it end? What the hell was wrong with those people? Why weren't the police or 311 doing anything about it? How am I supposed to move out if there's no lights or internet at home?
All this insanity (there was one day that we had to call the police THREE TIMES) meant that school was completely out of my mind. I'm not sure how I got through the days, and I spent most of the evenings at my grad school's library. How grateful I was for the heat and light and free internet!
After days of obsessively trolling craigslist and calling, emailing and visiting potential apartments, eventually I found a place and moved out as soon as I could. I took one day off school to pack, and soon had to remember that in addition to unpacking all my stuff, I had to pack for a holiday vacation. Totally forgot about it for most of December. I was too stressed and exhausted, and mostly I just wanted everything to be over, and calm again.
It's been a calendar year since that chaotic month. This December has been 'normal,' thank goodness.
So far this school year, I have not taken any days off. Four straight months of reporting on time to teach the children, and it's taking its toll. Except this year, I don't have any natural or landlord-made disasters to blame.
In November, I began toying with the idea of a mental health day. Now I don't remember why; it was probably just on principle. I think I was approaching and/or hitting that wall of winter blah and teacher winter burnout. There were already so many days off or not spent teaching that month, that I couldn't let myself take an extra one off.
But now it's December. After two months of almost no five-day weeks, we're on the fourth in a row. It's late in the month. When I was in sixth grade, we were already out of school by now. Other states are already done for a whole two weeks, or more. We're all aching for some free time.
Kids are starting to leave for vacation. Those still here are definitely getting antsy and rowdy, anticipating the coming freedom. Teachers are starting to get a bit cuckoo. Our faculty especially is having a hard time; we have a lot of classes that have no teachers (they left! before December! just left!), so everyone has been getting inundated with upper-grade (ie, devils) coverages.
All of us are wearing thin on patience, let alone "innovative teaching." Right now, it's innovative just to be there every day. The only energy we have is to gripe or count down days. We only hope to survive with a modicum of dignity, that maybe a handful of kids might have learned something today. Everything feels like a struggle, and there's no relief when a day is over, because there are more to come.
Depressed immune systems don't help. It seems like we're all at least a little sick, and it lasts for ever. This is my third week with just enough of a sore throat to make it an inconvenience, discomfort at the end of the day. Not enough to justify a day off, but enough to make teacher talk a pain, literally. And just in general, despite the unseasonable mildness, we're all tired and exhausted. I just want to rest!
I'm so out of it that I scoff at preparing for my trip. Pshaw, it's still over a week away! I've repeatedly ignored the need to book accommodations for the trip I'm taking next Monday. I have nowhere to stay on my last night in Amsterdam and an early flight on New Year's Day; I think I'm going to have to sleep in the airport. At school right now, I'm doing my best to push through every day, and try not to think too far in advance, lest I suddenly find this teaching business utterly ridiculous, and skip out of the building, never to return.
Really, isn't it a 'natural' disaster to be surrounded by adolescents for the majority of the day? Give us a break that's longer than a week!
Entertaining Spam
"Most carriers charge similar rates for a given number of minutes, then wallop you with overtime charges. I was a bit worried the first time I awoke to that. Tobacco, on the other hand, was completely misrepresented."
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Cue the heavenly chorus: One week of teaching left!
It's only Thursday, though my mind has been trying to convince me that it's Friday.
We've been working hard this week, with rubrics and practicing written responses. First we discussed and (tried to) practice organizers, yesterday we worked on notetaking a little, just an intro, as well as short answers. Today we continued with more practice, and for the last class I added a sort of template. I used the sandwich analogy: a sandwich has bread on the top and on the bottom, and the good stuff in between. If you leave off one of the pieces of bread, things fall out. If there's nothing between the bread, that's not a sandwich. If you only have one ingredient between the bread, it's a very dull sandwich.
So just like the sandwich, you need topic and concluding sentences to border your response, and you need at least three tasty details in between, to make it nice and juicy.
For the passages, the students first did the work on their own, and then we discussed the correct, top-level answers. Then, I told them to look at their work and give it a grade according to our rubric. Most of the students got about half credit, on the THIRD DAY of working on this stuff in a row. And we've talked about and practiced this before this week, also. And they're all bombing everything, still, more!
It makes me want to pound my head into the freaking wall. Gah! Pay attention, for pete's sake! The only good thing is that they are not hesitant to grade their own work honestly, and I can only pray that they start actually paying that kind of attention BEFORE they start writing. I will make them continue practicing tomorrow (the dreaded extended response--double yuck) and all of next week. Maybe with practice, with different passages each time, they'll get used to it and start doing better.
Ack. This is the time when I start saying, there's only so much *I* can do. They're the ones who have to pick up the pencil and take the actual test for a grade.
Tired, tired, bored, blah blah blah. One week, people.
We've been working hard this week, with rubrics and practicing written responses. First we discussed and (tried to) practice organizers, yesterday we worked on notetaking a little, just an intro, as well as short answers. Today we continued with more practice, and for the last class I added a sort of template. I used the sandwich analogy: a sandwich has bread on the top and on the bottom, and the good stuff in between. If you leave off one of the pieces of bread, things fall out. If there's nothing between the bread, that's not a sandwich. If you only have one ingredient between the bread, it's a very dull sandwich.
So just like the sandwich, you need topic and concluding sentences to border your response, and you need at least three tasty details in between, to make it nice and juicy.
For the passages, the students first did the work on their own, and then we discussed the correct, top-level answers. Then, I told them to look at their work and give it a grade according to our rubric. Most of the students got about half credit, on the THIRD DAY of working on this stuff in a row. And we've talked about and practiced this before this week, also. And they're all bombing everything, still, more!
It makes me want to pound my head into the freaking wall. Gah! Pay attention, for pete's sake! The only good thing is that they are not hesitant to grade their own work honestly, and I can only pray that they start actually paying that kind of attention BEFORE they start writing. I will make them continue practicing tomorrow (the dreaded extended response--double yuck) and all of next week. Maybe with practice, with different passages each time, they'll get used to it and start doing better.
Ack. This is the time when I start saying, there's only so much *I* can do. They're the ones who have to pick up the pencil and take the actual test for a grade.
Tired, tired, bored, blah blah blah. One week, people.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Random
--Tonight I finished the rest of my holiday cards! I feel very proud of my work, and I hope my family and friends appreciate the gesture from the new, grown-up me.
--My local post office is great. I have to go there all the time, and I never have a problem. It doesn't have an automated post machine, which is too bad, but they're open until 7 on weekdays and 4 on Saturdays! Plus, it's rarely crowded and the clerks are efficient and friendly enough. The post office in my old neighborhood was always a zoo, no matter what day or time. The only saving grace there was the automated machine. But that didn't make picking up parcels any easier. So good job, local Postal Service! Keep up the good work.
--This weekend while shopping, I got a small case of Washington Fuji apples at Costco. I have eaten one the last two days while at school, and they are tangy and juicy and tasty, and I love them a lot. Thank you to my snobby teammate who alerted me to their superiority four years ago, I haven't looked back since!
--The last two nights, I have had vivid, movie-like dreams. The night before last, it was about me starting a new temp job, and at first it seemed like it was going to be all ghetto, and I was late and not dressed and lost (which is how many of my dreams work), but then I got there and it was a movie studio. It was really cool! I was all working and running around helping out, and soon there was even a montage! Swear to god. I was in the movie in the later part of the dream, which is freaking awesome. Last night in my dream a bunch of sorority girls kidnapped me while I was visiting an old college town (a mix of the two real cities I went to school in). The head sorority girl was upset because once I happened to meet her ex and she was jealous.
I know dreams are boring, but they've been so interesting for me!
--School is progressing well. We are practicing our skills and our writing now, and it will only get more intense. I have not covered any figlang like similes, and I'm worried about that. I have this growing list of things I! Must! Cover! before the test. Egads, will I get through it?
--Have I talked about my afternoon class? They are the rowdyish ones, and there are several students who do either nothing or next to nothing almost every day. But I try to ignore them when I think about the class, otherwise I will get all worked up. (Like you have seen, I give out progress reports, letting them know how they're doing; every day they have an opportunity to succeed by doing the [easy] homework, and they continually choose to do nothing. There's only so much I can do, so I let it go as best I can.) Anyway, that class is also the lowest in terms of overall ability level. But, I kind of like them, because though sometimes they are noisy when I don't want them to be, they are always entertaining, with enough personality for five classrooms.
At first I loved my first high level class, because they are so smart and hardworking. Also they are very quiet and respectful. But compared to my feisty afternoon class, the morning class is downright dull.
Not like I would want to give them up or anything! I feel like at least I can reach and teach just about all of that class, whereas with the other two classes kids are falling through the cracks and I don't have time or wherewithall to get them up.
Anyway.
--Oh man. I got the coolest thing in the mail at school yesterday. It was like my prayers answered about the future. It was a brochure for international teaching positions. Oh my god, it is the awesomest, most me-ist thing I've seen in a long time! It got me really excited and I could hardly contain myself while still at school. I couldn't exactly go skipping around the hallways singing about leaving to teach in a whole other country, now could I?
--I think there was more I was going to share. But I think it's been lame enough for long enough, so this shall be it.
--My local post office is great. I have to go there all the time, and I never have a problem. It doesn't have an automated post machine, which is too bad, but they're open until 7 on weekdays and 4 on Saturdays! Plus, it's rarely crowded and the clerks are efficient and friendly enough. The post office in my old neighborhood was always a zoo, no matter what day or time. The only saving grace there was the automated machine. But that didn't make picking up parcels any easier. So good job, local Postal Service! Keep up the good work.
--This weekend while shopping, I got a small case of Washington Fuji apples at Costco. I have eaten one the last two days while at school, and they are tangy and juicy and tasty, and I love them a lot. Thank you to my snobby teammate who alerted me to their superiority four years ago, I haven't looked back since!
--The last two nights, I have had vivid, movie-like dreams. The night before last, it was about me starting a new temp job, and at first it seemed like it was going to be all ghetto, and I was late and not dressed and lost (which is how many of my dreams work), but then I got there and it was a movie studio. It was really cool! I was all working and running around helping out, and soon there was even a montage! Swear to god. I was in the movie in the later part of the dream, which is freaking awesome. Last night in my dream a bunch of sorority girls kidnapped me while I was visiting an old college town (a mix of the two real cities I went to school in). The head sorority girl was upset because once I happened to meet her ex and she was jealous.
I know dreams are boring, but they've been so interesting for me!
--School is progressing well. We are practicing our skills and our writing now, and it will only get more intense. I have not covered any figlang like similes, and I'm worried about that. I have this growing list of things I! Must! Cover! before the test. Egads, will I get through it?
--Have I talked about my afternoon class? They are the rowdyish ones, and there are several students who do either nothing or next to nothing almost every day. But I try to ignore them when I think about the class, otherwise I will get all worked up. (Like you have seen, I give out progress reports, letting them know how they're doing; every day they have an opportunity to succeed by doing the [easy] homework, and they continually choose to do nothing. There's only so much I can do, so I let it go as best I can.) Anyway, that class is also the lowest in terms of overall ability level. But, I kind of like them, because though sometimes they are noisy when I don't want them to be, they are always entertaining, with enough personality for five classrooms.
At first I loved my first high level class, because they are so smart and hardworking. Also they are very quiet and respectful. But compared to my feisty afternoon class, the morning class is downright dull.
Not like I would want to give them up or anything! I feel like at least I can reach and teach just about all of that class, whereas with the other two classes kids are falling through the cracks and I don't have time or wherewithall to get them up.
Anyway.
--Oh man. I got the coolest thing in the mail at school yesterday. It was like my prayers answered about the future. It was a brochure for international teaching positions. Oh my god, it is the awesomest, most me-ist thing I've seen in a long time! It got me really excited and I could hardly contain myself while still at school. I couldn't exactly go skipping around the hallways singing about leaving to teach in a whole other country, now could I?
--I think there was more I was going to share. But I think it's been lame enough for long enough, so this shall be it.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)