tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599615154711911432024-03-13T15:05:55.548-05:00Bilingual KindergartenSomething is growing in there...Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-84218845603615044752013-09-12T23:18:00.003-05:002013-09-12T23:21:39.178-05:00By The Numbers<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's a new beginning, of the 2013-2014 school year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's been a lot of changes taking place. First off, my son is now a Kindergartner at another school. I couldn't be prouder of him, but have been struggling a bit with him shedding his "baby blanket." There's been staffing changes, good friends moving to new buildings or new grades, and then there's the numbers...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have a high enrollment of 29 students in my class. But I felt like this was the first year I was ready for it. Seeing that I have enough Kindergartners to field two classes, my district has been looking for class-size relief. In the interim a wonderful retired Kindergarten teacher / sub rose to the challenge of the first days of school to come in and help with all the bloody noses, the kid who bonked his head falling off the monkey bars and ended up needing stitches, sick kids in the office and the morning task of emptying ALL the take-home folders (and so much more). She has all the qualities I would like to have more of: nurturing with the children where I can be a bit punitive, organized where I am flighty, and optimistic where I am cynical. But with her support I've been able to actually teach lessons and do plans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The kids have also been great. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly they just start to "get it" despite all the commotion going on around them. To minimize the commotion I have pared down my room to about as minimal as I can get it...and it looks and FEELS so much better to be in there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before our open house next week, we were asked to do a photo collage of ourselves "by the numbers" meaning we had to make big numbers and say why those numbers were significant. The only number I kept coming up with was 1... I have 1 son, I have 1 job. I am 1 teacher... it really didn't say much about myself or what I had to offer the kids, so I went with prose. Plus, I felt like it minimized what I have to offer. I'd like to think I am a little bit more than the sum of my parts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I think part of the reason I've been feel so positive, despite the giant challenge of teaching nearly 30 kids to read and write, is that this is the first year we haven't dedicated the first week or two to baseline testing. I've been getting to know my students, ironing out behavioral problems, and letting the students play to get to know each other and observing them. I feel so much calmer not trying to rush through 30 alphabet assessments just to count letters and crunch data on a rubric.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">However, we haven't tossed the data piece overboard. Next week my Kindergartners will have a computer program measuring their early literacy skills while I troubleshoot and try to make sure they have enough technology skills to operate a mouse to click on the answer they want. Since this data piece is still something that is being required, I'm happy to let a computer do it so I can use classroom time to interact with the children and planning time to plan lessons instead of crunching numbers. I think that is one of the main reasons I feel like I am finally getting a grasp of what is happening in my classroom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have finally been able to assess my students qualities before their quantitive data. I am quickly learning what makes them tick, relax, excited or just plain happy to be at school. And if they are happy to be there, they will be learning. Our students, however many in a classroom, are so much greater than the sum of their assessments. In Kindergarten I have the opportunity to see struggling learners grow into curious, creative, studious minds all as they develop from barely 5 years old to 6.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All of these thoughts were swimming through my mind (like fish on bicycles) until I found this online, and it really sums (pun intended) it all up...</span><br />
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Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-68118830997292795432013-04-03T21:18:00.001-05:002013-04-03T21:18:33.221-05:00Home and CommunityAfter our staff meeting the other day about huge demographic swings and our "school's report card," I got to thinking about my school and the students there. I was thinking that most of our students don't know a single thing about the man our school was named after. There is very little history in the school about the students who were there in the past. In fact, the most historical evidence of who we are as a school community comes only from the teachers who have been there for the last twenty years. They understand who we are as a community, and they come through whenever there is a family in need or with a sick relative, or a baby is born with special medical needs. Teachers understand this sense, but what about the students ? How can we teach them about what community means? How can we foster a sense of unity and unified identity as "tigers." What does it mean to be a "tiger?" What are our strongest attributes and accomplishments? We do address this by displaying student work. Truly I enjoy walking down our halls and seeing what all the 4 to 11 year olds are doing.<br />
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Students spend the majority of their waking hours at school. They need to feel valued as a student and community member to find purpose and meaning in the work they are doing there. They need to feel encouraged by their peers and teachers, to meet the high expectations that we have met before and will continue to pass with flying colors in the future. There is a storyline to this. We all have a story, and our collective students have a story about where they have come from and what great things they have done, and this is not accounted for in the "school's report card."<br />
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I came back to this theme thinking about my own personal life. I have been living in Green Bay now for seven years. I don't have family there, but I do feel like I belong. I feel like I have community. Being a single parent, I have constraints to ensure my son spends his placement time with both his parents. I came to think that home truly is where the people you love are, and when my son is away it doesn't feel much like home. I have community but a shaky home. I have grown to love my students and the people I work with much like family, and I feel very much at home where I work. I want my students to feel that "homeyness" too. Not all children go home to a place where they are cherished, but I hope that if they feel that way at school they will be glad to be there and do whatever it is we're doing.<br />
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<br />Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-68258493580608985302013-03-28T09:44:00.002-05:002013-03-28T09:44:53.171-05:00Less is MoreI recently finished the book <u>Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking</u> by Malcolm Gladwell. To understand the premise of the book, I couldn't explain it better than the author. Here is a snippet of Gladwell's summary, but you can read it in its entirety at http://www.gladwell.com/blink/ .<br />
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From this book I took two lessons that apply to my teaching. <br />
1. When I come to a conclusion that resonates as illogical or untrue, I need to step back and reflect if I reached this conclusion due to biases or my own preconceptions. <br />
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I have gotten frustrated and impatient with students who are distracting in the classroom. However, there isn't a single Kindergartner who simply lives to make my job difficult. I have found the kids who are distracting in the classroom to either: crave attention, have a hearing deficit, unable to control their own impulses, or just want to make friends. This is something it has taken 6 years as a teacher to learn. By finally realizing it isn't the students are against me, I have been able to deal with the distracting students much more effectively. This preconception of naughty kids was impeding my classroom management.<br />
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2. In order to make better decisions, it isn't necessary to weigh ALL the variables, but only the ones that are key. Relatedly, to make better decisions it is important to cut out the extraneous distractions and focus on what is truly making the difference. The bare objective is the hinge on which differentiation hangs.<br />
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In the classroom I translate this into what are the objectives. It is very easy as teachers to get wrapped up in the end product, or the project, or additional skills, when for many students these are distracting or too difficult. When students aren't meeting standards or expectations I have to do less, not more. I have to resurface the objective is and determine if the child understands what is being taught, and what skill is this child lacking.<br />
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I have found that many of the kinder students who don't always look very successful on paper are quite bright. In my memory I was one of these students: young with a summer birthday. I could imagine my drawings but they came out looking like I had sausage links for curls on my self-portraits. People laughed, I withdrew.<br />
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I have one little student who cannot write. Simply grabbing the pencil and forming letters or numbers is too hard for him. He doesn't have the strength in his hands yet, but cognitively he is extremely bright. For math, the spaces that are in the math book to write the numbers are too small. Already he is embarrassed and feels incapable. What do I do? I have sent him to make a big copy of the page. I let him work with a partner who invariably takes over and does it for him (I really need to train those Kinders better to be helpful, but not OVERLY so). Unfortunately with the insistence on testing and uniformity, we are cajoled into using the math program as it was written. This little boy looks at those math pages and recoils.<br />
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There is a lot of print on the pages in the math book. To some of the children it looks intimidating and "noisy." I would like to boil it down to the objectives, and make accessing those objectives engaging and appealing. Can he add blocks? Can he add matchbox cars to his parking garage? Yes.<br />
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The other side of this coin is that students need to understand what the objective is and what information is extra. My students are beginning to understand that, as evidenced in the following conversation,<br />
Student - "Ms. Broo-ooo-wwwwn, he didn't finish writing his story." <br />
Me - "Oh? Did he tell you what his story is about?" <br />
Student - "Yes, he is just coloring his picture."<br />
Me - "Pictures are important parts of stories. I'm glad he is working hard on it and that he has a good story that he shared with you."<br />
Student walks away satisfied with response and leaves the other student to draw.<br />
Here the objective is whether students students can represent a personal narrative in age-appropriate writing. For this student, writing is centered around his picture. His ability to write words is still in a very early stage of development, but age appropriate.<br />
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I have found that in cutting out what isn't necessary I have become much more focused, goal-oriented, and less stressed out. Even physically, I have emptied storage and filing cabinets of materials that are obsolete, and in turn have made much more room for my students and their need to move. To do more with my students I am doing less with them. Fewer lessons, but more meaningful. Fewer topics, but more deeply. <br />
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Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-9006050998549826342013-01-13T13:11:00.001-06:002013-01-13T13:11:41.416-06:00The DifferenceThis year I am enjoying having my own classroom with 25 delightful students. My class is composed of 17 boys and 8 girls. When I learned this is the beginning of the year, I was slightly put on edge with the thought of having so many little active 5 year old boys, but they have turned out to be remarkably well-behaved with a great deal of self-control. My class is also reading at a higher level than my previous students. Of course there are a few outlier students: the young girl recently immigrated from Mexico who turned 5 at the end of August, the boy whose dad is incarcerated and that is all he can think about, and students with special needs. <br />
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What I have found with my students is that their parents this year are stepping up and making the difference. Where before parents were hard to reach, I have parents consistently checking their child's backpack, sending notes with questions, and reading to their children at home. In some of the single-parent households, I have moms and dads stepping up to do double duty, never faltering to be there for their child, and especially never making up excuses for their child or parenting. On the other hand, I have one student whose parents make excuses for their parenting and for his behavior. His mother is a cancer survivor, but the illness has seemed to cripple her spirit as much or more than her body.<br />
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The difference made in a child's life lies first and foremost with the person or people who love and care for them the most. As a teacher, as much as I care for that child, I can never replace what a parent has done or failed to provide for their child. The parents and children in my classroom this year have taught me that all students truly are capable of achieving great things when no one makes excuses for them. Empathy shouldn't be construed into excuses or enabling. Our students are capable of achieving greatness.<br />
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Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-4881818769827090812012-08-31T21:46:00.001-05:002012-08-31T21:46:55.084-05:00FreedomFreedom has a price, but it is always worth paying.<br />
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On a personal note, I found myself being grateful for a new plot of freedom today. My divorce was granted after a two and a half year separation and three and half year turbulent, hellish relationship preceding the separation. Six years later I am now legally free of someone, or to be more politically correct, a situation that I found suffocating and depression. Thousands of dollars in legal fees and many tears shed later, I am now free to move forward and live as an individual.<br />
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It sounds trite, perhaps, but I feel more patriotic or "American" today than I think I ever have. As an individual now, I have the liberty to my own life and pursuit of happiness. This is a freedom earned with sacrifice: tears, time, dollars, worry, life pursuits put on hold waiting for and workings towards a resolution.<br />
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On a professional note, I am starting the year anew. In this year I find myself relishing freedom to plan following a new structure for our bilingual programming. I also have the freedom of space since I am no longer team teaching. I would consider the companionship and collaboration of team-teaching a sacrifice I have endured for the freedom of autonomy and space. I will miss my co-teacher immensely this year, though she will just be up a grade and down the hall.<br />
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Professionally and politically, I am recalling a professor I had last summer. Dr. Jean Erdmann and UW-Oshkosh said in lecture, "teaching is a political act." To paraphrase, when you educate a child you are engaged in a political act; you are raising them up rungs on the societal ladder. You are teaching them to think to make critical political decisions in the future. You are empowering them with knowledge, to not be controlled by a tyrant. I think some of the meeker classmates found this statement a bit jarring, but I found it to be inspiring and true. I often think of her lecture when my inner "chi" isn't sufficing and I need to seek out my inner "Che." Even moreso in this political climate I am inspired to teach to the best of my ability. I have seen where ignorance has brought us, and democracy won't hold on unless new generations of citizens are here to revitalize it with intelligent debate based in fact, and not inflammatory rhetoric based in fear.<br />
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This day is done. Now there is a new beginning for me, there is a new beginning for my Kinder students, and maybe a new beginning bubbling below the ballot boxes in this politically charged time.<br />
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<br />Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-43765094639021591252012-05-30T19:21:00.001-05:002012-06-22T10:15:29.233-05:00The Environment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In keeping with the theme of my blog I feel compelled to write about my students' learning environment.<br />
There are some things I can't control about my classroom: physical size or number of students, but I can control what goes into the classroom, how it's arranged, and how tidy it stays.<br />
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This year we have had 31 students and 2 teachers in our classroom. As much as I like to keep a classroom environment flexible and adaptive, the students I had this year in Kindergarten seemed to require tomato cages or a trellis. This year countless toys and books were broken or mistreated, furniture scrawled on with markers, pencils broken purposefully, crayons constantly snapped in half. It was frustrating to see this behavior, but I think I was also channeling a lot of the frustration my students were feeling about not having spaces to grow, be themselves, have quiet OR social activities, and to have more choices... to just be kids and breathe! As am I cleaning the room and packing things away for summer, I am thinking about next fall already.<br />
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While I look forward to spending time outside this summer and doing light landscaping, I see in my backyard that plants always do better when they have their own space and aren't being taken over by weeds. I want the students to have spaces where they can explore through a variety of sensory activities, rather than constantly working with writing implements at their tables. I want them to have room to stretch out, feel comfortable, and get their own needed time in the sun.<br />
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This year we simply didn't have a lot of room for much else. I want to weed out unnecessary furniture and get rid of filing cabinets and go as paperless as possible. This is a tall order for a teacher, as any teacher tends to be a packrat "just in case we might use it in the future." I see so many inspiring pictures of other teachers' classrooms, through their blogs and want very much to be there, but I seem to not have been born with the organizational gene. Just like I have taught myself to like foods I didn't have a taste for (olives, anyone?) I am trying to teach myself to find a place for everything, and if it doesn't have a place, it isn't needed. I think part of me finds purpose in disarray. When things are disheveled I can look around and know where everything is. It's visually stimulating. My brain doesn't seem to handle calm well, which maybe is a good trait to have for a Kindergarten teacher.<br />
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But my classroom has to function for my students, not for me. I want to give them all their space. Today in a visual survey of my room I estimated that "teacher only" areas account for at least 30% of the space. This simply isn't right. Students deserve and require that space to have optimal experiences in Kindergarten. They need sand tables, listening centers, computers, dramatic play areas, construction areas, art areas and quiet reading areas, all of which was nearly denied to my students this year because of my inability to provide the space, organization, expectations, and framework for them to do these activities in. I want to whittle my teacher areas to having my desk with the computer on it and utilizing my guided reading table as a seating area for students when they all need to be working at their tables (like during math time). Spaces that can be multi-purpose need to be, and centers areas that students will use daily need to remain set-up and organized for student use.<br />
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Although I am wholly responsible for my classroom environment, one obstacle I am find in teaching is that more and more of our Kindergarten curriculum is becoming "sit and get," which is antithetical to the way in which the majority of Kindergarteners learn. When we expect 31 young children to all be performing the same task at the same time, it becomes a game of herding cats, or turbo Whack-a-Mole. Of course there are times when we need all of the students to be together, but I believe if students are given more freedom throughout the day, these times of class gathering become more meaningful and less taxing for wiggly kids (and their teacher).<br />
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I'm looking to weeding my Kindergarten and having a flower bed ready for my new little sprouts in the fall. In the meantime Pinterest is going to be my idea shop. <a href="http://firstgradefresh.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-give-them-something-to-talk-about.html" target="_blank">Here are a few gems I found from First Grade Fresh.</a><br />
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And more from http://clutterfreeclassroom.blogspot.com/2011/07/group-meeting-areas-setting-up.html</div>
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In other environmental news, our school is raising funds for a natural playground. I hope that we can make this dream a reality for our students, many of whom come from apartments or trailer homes where having their own back yard isn't feasible. There is so much more to play than asphalt, balls, and slides. My favorite thing to do when I was a kid (and probably adult) was sculpt things out of mud and mix in pine needles like straw in a mud hut. I really think kids should be getting dirtier at school.<br />
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<a href="http://www.naturalplaygrounds.ca/" target="_blank">The above design was created by Bienenstock Natural Playgrounds. I feel that our school is very fortunate to be working with this great organization.</a><br />
<br /></div>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-53071783666230382812012-05-11T00:24:00.002-05:002012-05-11T00:24:47.510-05:00Give up...I got home tonight with my son. He saw kids riding up and down our street and called out to them, "Hello! Come play with me!" For a few minutes I had one of those moments parents have when they finally are certain of the growth and change their child is making. He doesn't need me or want me around at all waking hours like he used to. Today I saw him reaching out to kids he didn't know, out of his shell, and I realized my baby is nearly ready for school. It can be a tough pill to swallow, or is it that big lump you get in your throat when you have to let something go?<br />
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I came up and checked my Facebook and saw a fellow teacher friend who posted this link: <a href="http://www.purposefairy.com/3308/15-things-you-should-give-up-in-order-to-be-happy/">http://www.purposefairy.com/3308/15-things-you-should-give-up-in-order-to-be-happy/</a> <br />
I think that this article speaks to something I find as true, that we create our own happiness with what we have. It isn't the prize we earn when we finally get to point B, or the new house, a new car, or a diamond ring. It is the spiritual grounding you have in your own life and how we manage inevitable challenges.<br />
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Although there are 15 things to give up, I found the following from the article to be the most applicable as of late.<br />
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There are many things I cannot immediately control: my class-size in number of students, my income (or lack thereof), etc., but I can manage them. I find that I am sometimes fighting my boisterous students for them to be quiet so we can continue on, but there is really no way I can MAKE them be quiet. I just have to find a way to manage their disruption so they don't find it rewarding to be disruptive and the rest of the students can continue on. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e4e4e; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><h6 style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.2em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;">
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Kindergartners can achieve so much when they are given the right enriching experiences that inspire them to learn. They often remind me that learning is limitless when I see how much they achieve in 9 months.<br />
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Lately I feel I have done too much complaining. Despite it being a tough year, no excuses. I think I am going to start filing them away.<br />
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<strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"> </strong>Change is good. Change will help you move from A to B. Change will help you make improvements in your life and also the lives of those around you. Follow your bliss, embrace change – don’t resist it.<strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><em style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls” </em></strong>Joseph Campbell</div>
Sometimes I have a hard time determining my bliss. Yesterday I spun one of my students around in circles (he was having a bad day) and watch his face light up as he squealed with delight. I love cooking, especially when it turns out, photography... I think though in many ways I have been trying to find footing in my personal life, and perhaps I am holding on and searching with my feet where there is no footing yet.<br />
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and lastly for tonight:<br />
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<strong id="internal-source-marker_0.5504051258321851" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Calibri, 'Myriad Pro', Myriad, 'Trebuchet MS', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></strong>This is a concept that, for most of us is so hard to grasp and I have to tell you that it was for me too, (it still is) but it’s not something impossible. You get better and better at with time and practice. The moment you detach yourself from all things, (and that doesn’t mean you give up your love for them – because love and attachment have nothing to do with one another, attachment comes from a place of fear, while love… well, real love is pure, kind, and self less, where there is love there can’t be fear, and because of that, attachment and love cannot coexist) you become so peaceful, so tolerant, so kind, and so serene. You will get to a place where you will be able to understand all things without even trying. A state beyond words.</div>
I love my son beyond words, and I am growing to accept that it is okay for me to love the time I spent with him when he was a "baby." But I cannot keep him as a baby forever. I think as a single parent who misses out on some of the time with him, I fear losing him or his love. I know that it is an irrational fear, but there it is, nonetheless. <br />
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I think anyone should check out <a href="http://www.purposefairy.com/3308/15-things-you-should-give-up-in-order-to-be-happy/" target="_blank">15 Things You SHould Give Up To Be Happy</a> for a little bit of introspection and self-reflection. I'm sure there is something there that anyone would feel they could work on.<br />
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This entry is for my grandma who passed a year ago today. I love her and all memories of her. I'd like to think that her simplicity and sensibility guides me a little bit everyday.<br />
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And also to my mom, who cried on my first day of Kindergarten.<br />
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Thanks for pushing me through those big, red double doors at Pitsch Elementary, even though part of you maybe wanted to pick me up and run back home. <br />
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Maybe it's a little gift for you to know I'm right back in Kindergarten where you left me that day, hair still wild and curly and glasses still thick and plastic, fashion sense only slightly improved. <br />
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<br />Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-65325157460794134262012-02-01T19:23:00.000-06:002012-02-01T19:23:43.048-06:00Self-Identity<a href="http://www.npr.org/2012/01/28/145052896/the-snowy-day-breaking-color-barriers-quietly?sc=fb&cc=fp" target="_blank">I was brought to an article on the NPR site about Ezra Jack Keats and his timeless book <u><i>The Snowy Day</i>.</u> </a>I know the book well and have read it every year to my Kindergarten students. I use it to celebrate winter and also to teach verbs, as the main character Peter experiences snow in many different ways.<br />
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Now that <u>The Snowy Day</u> is turning 50 years old, NPR brings us back to the time when Keats, a white man, was under fire for illustrating the simple book with an African-American boy, Peter. The magic of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ezra Jack Keats' approach to this book isn't everything is says or shows. It isn't a depiction of an African-American urban boy. It simply is a depiction of how a <u>child </u>encounters snow and experiences it so closely at a young age. It has nothing to do with his race or his language, but simply that he is a child experiencing something new and he is learning about snow in every which way.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One quote in the article brought me back to my own classroom, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;">"There was a teacher [who] wrote in to Ezra, saying, 'The kids in my class, for the first time, are using brown crayons to draw themselves.' " Pope says. "These are African-American children. Before this, they drew themselves with pink crayons. But now, they can see themselves." I think that many of my students have difficulty seeing how they fit in the larger group this year. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;">For a long time this year some of my students have been having behavioral problems, usually those students who don't see how they "fit into the fold." One child is living away from his mother with his grandmother, and doesn't know who is father is. Two others moved into our classroom half-way through the school year. Nearly all of them are the children of immigrants, families who struggle everyday to find ways to fit in to our established society. In a response to behavioral problems and some negativity that has been brewing in our classroom climate, my co-teacher, instructional coach and I are planning a unit on teaching rights, responsibilities, relationships, and respect, basically character education. The very introduction of this unit is teaching the students about themselves, inside and out, through the Kindergarten concepts of similar and different. I hope that the students will see their similarities and celebrate their differences, especially through the creative outlet of art... an<i> artlet, </i>if you will.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;">I finish this while riding back home, and as we flip through the radio stations, a gospel song proudly comes on the air and states, "I am what God says I am." I hope that I can teach my students that they all have something they can create and contribute to the group, no matter who they are.</span></span>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-85993990222119821502011-09-25T20:57:00.000-05:002011-09-25T20:57:34.301-05:00BalanceI wonder if you can create balance in your life by doing the same thing over and over, if everyday is busy, active, spiritually grounded, social, but has quiet time. When stated like that I feel like that is something I try to create in Kindergarten. We have routine because children thrive knowing on where they are, where they are going, and how their needs will be met. But what about life after Kindergarten?<br />
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I'm now in my 5th week of my 42hr+ work week and feel totally out of whack. There is no quiet time. There is no time for investing in relationships. There is a pile of stuff to get done for school. Professional development. Lesson plans. Endlessly new district initiatives....and there are still 9 more months of school to go. It is a marathon. But just like a marathon runner once you get a few miles into it your body moves without you consciously thinking about it. I'm still waiting for my aerobic system to kick in.<br />
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Even the fittest marathon runners rest before the big race. The best training schedule has a balance: long one runs, short fast-paced runs, cross-training doing any other activity and rest. Lately I feel like I'm waiting for my opportunity to run and my opportunity to rest. And there just isn't a big race to look forward to.<br />
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I think to have balance in one's life there has to be the opportunity for balance. When the work day takes up too much of my time and bleeds into my home life, I feel like it is all I do. My work is only a part of who I am. On the other hand one has to take advantage of opportunities when they come. Bring 'em on!Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-83702915573739434062011-08-07T17:01:00.000-05:002011-08-07T17:01:51.058-05:00A picture's worth...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love photography. It is my favorite visual art. I think the best photographers, much like Michelangelo, has a special sense about them. Just as Michelangelo said of his sculpture <i>David</i>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free,” Great photographers</span> sense the art, see the image, and capture it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In my very amateur knowledge of photography, I would say there are two schools of approach to photography: Technology and Technicality, and Intuition and Luck. Most photographers have probably studied both of these approaches and find themselves on a spectrum of somewhere between the two. I would say since my point-and-shoot camera is also set on the AUTO button, I definitely subscribe to the latter. I love that photography is something I am still learning how to do, and also a medium for learning about my world.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 16px;">The best photographers view the world with their eyes and minds wide open. Because of this, they are the eyes for the rest of us who are blinded by comfort or self-interest to the plights of others. They show us the true beauty of nature than constantly renews and remakes itself, rather than the transient superfluities created by man. In a frame they have the power to evoke emotions: sometimes those emotions are indulgent and sometimes they move us to change. </span>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-19465690833689519582011-06-20T12:30:00.002-05:002011-06-20T13:52:15.571-05:00TravelsIt is finally summer, which means two things for a teacher: time to read and time to travel. They often go hand in hand. I go for 10 months of the year feeling like I am running interval sprints during a long-distance run, leaving me with very little, if any time to read for pleasure. The first few days of summer vacation (after inservice) I picked up some magazines that I hadn't had time to read during the mad dash to the finish line of the school year.<br />
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June's <i>Vogue</i> with Penelope Cruz on the cover (who is a favorite actress of mine for a few of her roles in Almodovar's films) had a thought-provoking letter from the editor entitled <i>Point of Departure. </i>Editor Anna Wintour elaborates on a Henry Miller phrase, "One's destination is never a place rather a new of looking at things," to go as far as saying, "travel allows us the pleasure of becoming someone else, even if only for the duration of that trip." While sitting at my kitchen table her comment struck me. Ten years ago I dreamed of traveling all the time, of working simply so I could travel. I think based on Ms. Wintour's premise, by traveling and trying out different personas in these new places at that time in my life I was really seeking out the person that I felt most comfortable being.<br />
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I think through my past travels I have found my happy medium between shy and outgoing, wallflower and adventurer. I can't say that there are many trips I regret. I got something out of all of them, even if they were negative experiences like bad accommodations or company. I learned how to be a better judge of people by eliminating all of the biases I hold in my own sphere and by being brave (and sometimes naive) enough to get to know new people in a foreign land. But in the end I came home.<br />
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I can't help but wonder if wanderlust isn't somehow tied to our own insecurities (or if the term "tripping" in relation to mind-altering experiences has more to do with traveling than falling down, but I digress...) When I am traipsing around the globe I can be the life of the party, beach bum, explorer, adventurer, writer, missionary, etc., and play these roles to their fullest extent a'la Penelope Cruz. I think about my little Kindergartners who take little trips around the school whenever they get the chance. EVERYONE wants to take the library books back and take the folder to the office. When I am at home, I have to be content with who I am and my present circumstances. Sitting at my kitchen table, with suitcases empty in a closet, I feel like I have finally settled into a "moment" in my life of contentedness. I think perhaps for the first time in my adult life I feel content with where I am, what I have, and where my life is going.<br />
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A few weeks back my friend asked me what my dreams were for the future. I can't say that right now I am yearning too deeply for anything. I plan on finishing my masters degree, paying off debt, starting my son in school when he's ready, and yes, I'd love to travel again when the time is right, exploring the space between my ears by venturing somewhere 30,000 feet in the stratosphere, but right now I don't feel the urge as I did before. <br />
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This summer I have decided that my travels will be close to home, getting to know Wisconsin and the midwest, the land and the people that have largely made me who I am. I think, if Ms. Wintour's perceptions are right, I can be myself and explore this contented moment of my life a little more deeply. <br />
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This weekend I was lucky enough to take a day trip up to Door County and Washington Island. There are so many beautiful places in that peninsula let alone in the entire state.<br />
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</tbody></table>Now that I am back home after a short trip, I am opening that Vogue magazine to read the article featuring Penelope Cruz in this month's vogue entitled <i>The Dream Life of Penelope.</i> She is a new mom, a successful actress and living her dream-life in this moment too. I close the magazine and go to bed, beyond happy to be living the life I never dreamed of.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-77828810029811959572011-06-09T00:03:00.001-05:002011-06-09T00:11:21.718-05:00Sink or Swim, Float or Faith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sink or swim</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> is a term often used in education and life. It means simply </span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">doing</span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> something, maybe without preparation or the right skills and either succeeding or failing at it. Sometimes in our lives we are pulled out into waters we never intended to venture into and we have to sink or swim, even though it isn't a choice we want to make but feel we are being forced into.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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In reflecting on this school year I think I have learned two things. Yesterday at lunch my friend Susan said, " In order for the kids (especially Kindergartners) to learn anything from you they have to love you, and for them to love you, you have to love them first." This is very true. The best teachers love their jobs, and they love their jobs because they love their students. It isn't because teaching phonics is just THAT interesting, but watching students learn, sense their own accomplisment and ability is that rewarding.<br />
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I have to admit that there were days where I didn't feel like I loved my job or my students as much as I should. I feel like if I did I would have done things differently and probably more effectively.<br />
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It makes me think of two teachers who are at the opposite ends of the spectrum in this regard. Strangely enough, their rooms are right next to each other. I find myself in the middle of their spectrum. One has been doing this a long time, has the same worksheets she uses to occupy her students while she beats through guided reading groups, the other also has the same centers she has been using to occupy students in exploratory learning so she can move around the room and work with her students individually. The second teacher has had nearly miraculous results with her young students achieving a grade level above expectations. The first teacher is, well, frustrated, or maybe burnt out. <br />
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This is the key of quality teaching. You have to love what you do. The students are not pieces of plastic to be molded in a factory. They give and bend to your attitude. If you love school and you love them, they feel the same way. It's a beautiful symbiosis that is proven to work when implemented, but impossible to measure other than in teacher attitude. No mini-lesson or workshop approach or scripted curriculum can even being to make-up for this element in great teaching.<br />
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Next year I am going to work on my attitude. I want to come to work feeling good, not worn-out. I need to take care of myself and my son first, so when I'm here I can make the most of my time and interactions with my students. This year has been a flurry of activity resulting in a blizzard of stress. Next year I hope for sunnier skies, or at least better boots.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-29720027665085047232011-04-15T19:51:00.000-05:002011-04-15T19:51:28.344-05:00WholenessIn education we often use the word "whole" to describe something comprehensive and multi-faceted, i.e.: educating the whole child, or the whole-language approach to teaching reading. In my undergrad courses and several staff developments, educating the whole child often speaks to not only their academic growth, but also developing social and emotional skills. It also means teaching to multiple types of intelligences (Gardner) so that students of varying strengths have the opportunity to succeed and learn alongside their peers. Sometimes it is difficult as a teacher to measure this. We often go on our intuition (which I think is largely undervalued at times) to address social or emotional issues with students. It seems as though we have an assessment for every skill we require our students to know, but never an assessment to either tell us how a child is feeling and why or an assessment on how our students learn the best. When something is awry we feel it but can't always pinpoint it, and when students succeed we celebrate with them. <br />
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In a conversation with the first grade bilingual teacher we shared what we knew about some students I had last year. There were a few that were very bright academically but not achieving their potential because of other social and emotional issues. As teachers we feel powerless to change the circumstances that our students live in for the other 17 hours they aren't in school. In educating it is necessary to keep in mind all of the facets of our students, and that we can't always attribute successes or failure to a teacher's methods. This could easily go in to a political rant on merit-pay, but I just don't think I will go there tonight.<br />
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In my attempts to teach the "whole child" I often find myself overwhelmed. Do I assess the child's writing, or talk to him or her about how confident they feel and who writes in their house? There are simply too many facets of educating a child to approach them wholly at the same time. It becomes overwhelming and a nightmare of prioritizing. But yet, when we are required to assess 5 year-olds it sometimes feels like we aren't educating the child but pumping them for answers. This is the inner-conflict I feel in my field as a modern educator.<br />
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Personally I think I have been seeking wholeness in my life at many times. I have gotten to the point now where I realize what factors make me feel "whole" or like a better person, but just like in teaching there are too many things to be addressed at once. People say "simplify," but I often already feel like I am running a skeleton-crew of priorities: my son, my family and loved-ones, my job, education, and my health. Some people might even say that my list is devoid of certain things like recreation and spiritual growth. I might be inclined to agree with them.<br />
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When we look from the outside in we tend to envy others, thinking they have it made. Yet from that person's perspective, it isn't enough and they may always seek more. Being unsatisfied is human nature. Being unsatisfied inspires innovation, brings immigrants to our country and is the underlying force for progress. However, being unsatisfied or under-appreciative can ruin something that is already good. I have witnessed examples of this personally: marriages destroyed by a partner who manically searches for something else while refusing to witness the wonderful things right under their own roof in their own partner. I have witnessed this in education multiple times: curriculum being changed over and over without ever having the opportunity to be fully implemented, and even the entire educational system being disparaged because test scores aren't as high compared to other countries. The unsatisfied spouse lays blame with their partner, the public lays blame with teachers. There is rarely any introspection to see what the underlying missing facet is. What is it exactly that is leaving us feeling deficient? <br />
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I propose that anyone who is feeling incomplete take some time for introspection to reflect and appreciate on what is already good, rather than searching for that magic fix. There never is a magic fix, unless we change our perspective with a new glasses prescription.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-45773909232823596462011-04-05T22:22:00.001-05:002011-04-05T22:35:49.628-05:00Everything I should know I learn from my Kindergartners<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today this morning was crazy. I found out yesterday that I have a new student coming from an English-speaking classroom. The poor peanut is going to be confused until we get everything straightened out with her. You might wonder, "Well, don't you just put her in the English speaking classroom at your school then?" She has had a good solid 6 years of learning since womb-exit in Spanish, and only 7 months of English learning. Luckily, she is sweet as can be and we are happy to have her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During centers I have been running the reading center at the rainbow table. My co-teacher has been running the writing center and the other student rotate between free-choice, free-choice reading, and a math activity. Today one of our students got a nose bleed and my co-teacher threw on the rubber gloves to take care of her. The 5 students at her center were still "working." One student is very impulsive and likes to get things done very quickly. When he saw that Miss O was busy he just started writing random letter. The boy next to him in group, who is a solid student and nice to everyone saw what he was doing and asked him to read his sentence aloud to him. Miss O later recounted to me to what she had heard while squeezing the girl's nose... A boy who I will call Manuel (not his real name) had the boy randomly writing letter read what he wrote. This was his response translated from Spanish</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Manuel taught me something today. Sometimes the best time to help someone is when you see that they need it, but they don't ask for it. They may resent you for it momentarily, but will thank you for it in the end through returned kinship. His peer, "Israel" was writing random letters all over the place, and Manuel helped him by redirecting him into doing something more productive, but also showing him the purpose. One of the major premises in teaching elementary school is, "All children have gifts. It is our job to tap them and use them to facilitate their learning." Manuel has some definite academic skills... His friend has other qualities, like persuasion and humor, that he doesn't have. Both Manuel and Israel are valued in my class as <i>equals</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have recently been on the other end of that equation. In the last year or so I have received help from people who care about me and I care about them. I don't usually solicit it because I believe that I should be independent and earn what I have. I sometimes lack the time, skill or patience to get done what I need to get done, because just like my Kindergartners I am learning as I go. More so I lack the humility to realize I do have many things to learn sometimes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As a teacher, I am used to being the one with the answers and the "fixits." But now I have met someone who knows more than me about many things. He sees when I struggle and he helps, even when I don't ask. And I made the mistake of being resentful, not because I can't do what he does, but I simply haven't yet. In watching Manuel and Israel I have been reminded of why, as human beings, we like to help. We help for personal satisfaction in knowing that we know how, we help because we care about each other, and we want others to do well. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope, that just like Manuel, he can be content with showing me on occasion and not always doing for me, so that someday I will learn and do for myself the things he already does so well. I have misconstrued his help for his desire to want to be "better" than me or unequal, rather than what is his genuine attempt to try to make life easier. I have been praying for a easier row to hoe, and instead of God giving me a new row, I now have cute chicken farmer with a hoe in my row too. His row is already hoed (especially since all his chickens are dead), and he won't leave me out there with the soil untilled. I wanted to say I hoed that row by myself, but I would probably never get there if it weren't for him. I am profoundly grateful and sorry. </span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope someday I will catch up on this steep learning curve and be the helper and the teacher sometimes too. It's amazing how much Kindergartners love to be the helper or the teacher. I am learning that it isn't so much what we do right now, but that we value each other as equals (almost like the U.S. currency). I hope someday I get to have the satisfaction knowing that I can help him too and show him that I care and want him to do well. And maybe teach him how to cook without recipes.</span>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-66253957405908626172011-03-17T18:48:00.000-05:002011-03-17T18:48:07.054-05:00FixabilityLately I have been struggling... things are falling apart. I found out today that the 15 credits I managed to fit in between working full-time, having a baby, a marriage, and a divorce in the last five years now only count for a "good for you." Like many beginning teachers, I am struggling financially. I never wanted to admit it thinking I could fix it. I've cut things out, neglected to buy new clothes, and shamefully relied on my family. So much for a professional. I don't know what to fix anymore. I don't know what do duct tape. I am starting to abandon hope that I will ever get out of this mess since Walker's bill has frozen my pay, and the new deductions out of my check for insurance and pension will put me at less than what I made my first year teaching. Despair. There is no other word for it.<br />
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I got my tax return. It was a bright spot. I had planned to get a new computer since mine is 7 years old and sloow. And then between gas prices, Andy breaking the bows off my glasses, and having to break a window to get into my own house after locking myself out while fixing the sump pump hose.. it's pretty much gone. Everything is breaking before I can even fix one thing. I can't find a way out of my morass of monetary issues anymore.I feel... stupid and betrayed.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-58641720179712501402011-03-06T19:53:00.001-06:002011-04-05T22:35:02.825-05:00VulnerabilityIn the theme of 'ability words, I first have to say that I was feeling some irritability after I finished this blog over several hours, having to come back to it and then losing it when I hit publish at the end after not saving it. Anyways....Merriam-Webster dictionary<span id="hotword"> defines <strong>vulnerable</strong> as "1. capable of being physically, 2. emotionally wounded or open to attack or damage." Vulnerability has been pervading through my psyche as of late. Over a year ago, I went through a marital-exodus. It was an exodus insignificantly along the lines of Moses (but much less Charleton Heston-y) in that I felt oppressed and I was <em>letting this "marriage" go.</em> There was nothing dignified left to save, just as the slaves in Egypt left little behind to travel into the desert with Moses, although they sure complained a lot. Freedom sometimes has a price in creature-comforts. Anyways, I'm sure they complained as they felt vulnerable. I too have felt vulnerable at times, but have found comfort in unity.</span><br />
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I have lost my sense of vulnerability when experiencing a new religion first-hand by sharing that experience with others. <br />
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I pushed aside vulnerability in exchange for trust in a relationship where I am bonded not only through similar interests and passions, but also from the same viewpoint of what it is like to be on the other side of infidelity. Entering through that door of vulnerability first has put me in a new place of trust, love, and companionship that I thought I would never know. I have met his family and known exactly how he feels when he sits with mine.<br />
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When the "news" sources called teachers "lazy, greedy, and slobs" I felt vulnerable and sought out company, and found strength. Strength not only in my fellow teachers, but multiplied exponentially by the smiles and words of municipal workers, firefighters, law enforcement, roadcrew, and private sector unions like plumbers, electricians, nurses, boilermakers, journeymen, etc.<br />
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So when you feel vulnerable at the party, find the other person standing alone in the corner with their drink, or have one and sing a karaoke solo on your own. Remember that on the first day of school, everyone is nervous (including the teacher), so smile knowing you aren't alone. When you are uncomfortable, unless you are a defendant on trial, chances are someone else in that room is just as vulnerable as you. There is comfort in unity and strength in numbers. Know that when any one person is vulnerable to attack, there are people in your corner to ice your cuts or at worst, catch you if you get knocked down.<br />
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And I write this today for the first time alone in my house, but not feeling alone at all.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-39233127638775914092011-03-03T12:28:00.000-06:002011-03-03T12:28:25.701-06:00FlexibilityMost of you know I am a word nerd. In bridging with last post <em>Availability</em> I would like to continue with other 'bility words. I'm open for suggestions too.<br />
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In Scott Walker's recent promotions (or defensive speeches) on behalf of his budget bill he continually speaks of giving municipalities "tools" and "flexibility" to balance their own budgets. In reality he would like to shove the problem of the debt of the state down to the municipalities and in order for his (hopefully short) history as governor he would like to be remembered as the man who decreed that no taxes should be raised anywhere in our great state under his reign, not even if the local governments would wish to do so. <br />
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The only way that teachers could receive any increase in their pay is through a referendum, and even if said referendum should pass, the teacher's raise would be limited to no more than an increase equal to that of the consumer price index (inflation). As I have said before, if this bill were to pass, that means that every teacher you know stands no hope of ever improving their standard of living. As far as district compensation goes, anything that stands would be up in the air. <br />
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Our districts and municipalities will have their hands tied, the left hand of collective bargaining tied to the right hand of no tax levies, behind their backs with duct tape, while strapped to the chair of relentless public criticism. There are four legs on that chair: cutting of services, economic deterioration in loss of capital spent in our communities, those who will STILL complain about the fact they pay taxesi, and overall degradation of quality of life. Where is the flexibility there? <br />
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For me the Wisconsin Idea rests on our progressive ideals, education, research, community values, collaboration and ingenuity. These qualities see us through our hardships and are where the true "tools" and "flexibility" lie. Flexibility lies within the people, who will tell you what you think especially if you ask them. We work hard until we are back to where we want to be, and then we celebrate with good food and beer everyone can afford. Wisconsin is the birthplace of bargaining rights, Fighting Bob, and the farmers who poured milk on the railroad tracks and also drove their tractors around the Bellin building in Green Bay back in the 50s or 60s, stalling traffic, in order to protest for fair milk prices. <br />
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This bill will not allow flexibility for local governments. It is a big government move by an unchecked executive that will bludgeon the middle class and our communities and leave us with wounds that may take decades to heal. Despite the hardships I know this bill would leave us in as a collective people, I have faith that our tool of democracy will give us the flexibility to win our state back from the grips of corporate lobbyists. I am praying that the overall people will look to their neighbor to see what ravages this bill might bring before they look to corporate sources like Fox News.<br />
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I want to know where are my tough Wisconsinites who stand strong through bitter cold Packer games, who know think for themselves with their publicly educated minds, and who know a fear-mongering Joe McCarthy when they see one (Where are those commies, anyway?). Walker is trying to futher tie us down with his threats and fear-mongering of economic calamity if we don't pass his bill. But he is the one who gave the corporations their tax breaks and put us between a rock and a hard place. That rock climber that ended up between the rock and the hard place ended up cutting his arm off. I'm hoping we have better options. Governor Walker, where are the taxes of mass destruction?<br />
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More information and opinions on taxation:<br />
<a href="http://blogs.forbes.com/leesheppard/2011/02/15/wisconsins-cheesy-tax-cuts/">http://blogs.forbes.com/leesheppard/2011/02/15/wisconsins-cheesy-tax-cuts/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.revenue.wi.gov/html/business.html">http://www.revenue.wi.gov/html/business.html</a>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-17579249685613825122011-03-03T06:38:00.000-06:002011-03-03T06:38:00.270-06:00Availability<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes you just have to be THERE. Whether you want to or not. And sometimes when you can't be there, it doesn't matter if you wanted to begin with, but you want to be there all the more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes we are at our jobs but mentally unavailable. There is simply too much going on in our lives taking up all the RAM in our smushy, gray servers. In my kindergarten classroom there is so much stimulus going on sometimes that it is hard to have a coherent thought. (English, Spanish, Spanish, English, phone ringing, being poked in the butt, baño, baño, lunch time, clean up, hurry up, HURRY UP!)</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-v8Oe6zikQ3E/TW-LaAyqNkI/AAAAAAAAABg/q0NY4tBDZ-U/s1600/being+available.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="239" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-v8Oe6zikQ3E/TW-LaAyqNkI/AAAAAAAAABg/q0NY4tBDZ-U/s320/being+available.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to salute the Democrats in the state assembly. When King Scott tried to keep everyone out, they moved their desks out to the Capitol lawn in winter, so they could still meet with constituents, at a time when their constituents need to be heard more than ever. They are making themselves available in very adverse conditions. They are listening through all the noise.</span>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-12192083120540581912011-02-20T23:16:00.001-06:002011-02-20T23:19:20.946-06:00Compartments vs. Collaboration: Be More Like BeesI had just come from a union rally yesterday where union employees of many professions came together in opposition to Governor Scott Walker's "budget" bill that would not only cut retirement benefits for state employees, but also eliminate collective bargaining rights of target groups like teachers. At the rally there were state and county employees, maintenance crew members, educators, steelworkers, etc. Despite all of us working in separate areas, we are able to come out of our compartments into a collective ideological place: a place where a parties know that an injury to one of our compartments is an injury to all and that we all benefit from the services those in the other sector provide.<br />
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<a href="http://www.peoplespharmacy.com/2011/02/19/803-compartments-and-communication/">This idea of "compartments" is borrowed from Dr. Steve Feldman who spoke on NPR's program <i>The People's Pharmacy</i>. </a>Dr. Feldman, a professor of dermatology, wrote a lecture on how this idea of compartments affects health care professionals. Often as a dermatologist he would see patients who came from family doctors who were treated for a rash but with unsuccessful results. This gave him, as a dermatologist, the perception that those physicans in the compartment of <em>family doctors </em>were either uncaring, unprofessional or ill-informed on rashes. This became his perception, because doctors and human beings are creatures who function on probabilty. He never saw the success in treating rashes from those family doctors as these patients had no reason to refer to him. Dr. Feldman gave another instance of this when he and his fellow dermatologists are criticized by plastic surgeons for doing "hack" work on some surgeries. The plastic surgeon gets the perception from his/her own probabilty that no dermatologist knows how to properly perform surguries, where they never actually see all of the dermatologists successes.<br />
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Our brains are wired from little on for probability: to retain the results attempts at day to day tasks. This occurs when a baby babbles "mamamamama" for the first time and sees her mother's face light up, the baby registers this mouth and sound formation as a success for signaling her mother. Conversely, brain research has showed that in some instances of learning disabilities, it isn't necessarily that the student is having a hard time retaining the correct or successful information, it is that their brain is making and retaining unsuccessful connections that are eliminated in typical learners, but impede the correct or more efficient connections in that students' brain. The right stuff is in there, it is just getting it well-connected through schema, and strengthening those connections, perhaps through probability with more instances of success. This is why students with learning disabilities need extra support, to have things modeled for them in multiple, successful ways. They should never be overlooked as they are often times those who can think of creative solutions for complex problems, as their thought processes take different paths. <br />
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I was listening to <em>The People's Pharmacy </em>on NPR as I was driving to visit one of my favorite people for a party he was hosting. He happens to be a physician and avid amateur apiculturist. I began to think about how Dr. Feldman's idea of compartments fits in other aspects of our lives. We all live and work in our own compartments of parent, teacher (or specialized teacher), health care specialist, firefighter, plumber, student, etc. that through our own probability of experiences we fail to connect outside of our compartments. As Dr. Feldman said, there isn't a physician working that doesn't ultimately care for and want the best for his or her patients. We all want to do well at our jobs. I believe we all must care for the greater good.<br />
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This week we have faced endless criticism against teachers from those who support Walker's "budget" bill. I am appreciative to all of the open-minded people who have come out of their compartments to listen to our concerns. I am frustrated though by those in the private sector who refuse to budge out of their boxes to see what the reality is for teachers. We have been accused of "riding the gravy train," laziness, etc. Dr. Feldman stated in his lecture that the only thing to improve service to all patients would be that physicians need to minimally empathize with the challenges their colleagues face in their own compartments, if not see them for themselves.<br />
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Coming out of my compartment, I understand that times are tough economically. Teachers have already felt budget cuts. For the last two years in my district we have not been filling vacant positions, and we declined wages increases in lieu of strong benefits packages. As parts of our benefits packages we are taking wellness measures to lower our premiums overall. I understand that everyone is fighting for anything they can keep, and that means not wanting to pay taxes. We all benefit from free public education, and a true democracy requires it. It also requires an informed public and I find it odd the the first things Republicans want to do is eliminate the Corporation for Public Broadcasting that funds public TV and radio (unbiased, uncorporate news information) and pillage educators and the entire educational system. Where is the informed electorate? Very un-democratic if you ask me. <br />
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While my honey was looking at apiary equipment catalogs, he showed me how the bees live in separate compartments and frames, and within those frames in separate combs. All of those bees: drones, workers and the queens have different roles and face different plights. The drones don't do much other than fertilize the queen, but they are also the first to die on the outside of the broodnest in case of a coldsnap. The worker bees provide the honey for the hive and the queen propogates the hive and can change the hive simply with her phermones. That is a much over-simplified analysis and probably slightly inaccurate of how a hive works (at least of what I know, I'm only on like page 13 of <u>Beekeeping for Dummies</u>), but despite having different compartments, overall every bee in the hive serves a purpose for the health and properity of the hive. <br />
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As a macrobiome of a beehive, Wisconsin has been hit by Scott Walker with a smoke bomb, and now we are swarming. Our hive is threatened, our prosperity and our way of life is threatened. A honeybee will sting if it's food source or queen is threatened to the ends of losing its own life. The working class in Wisconsin is standing up as individuals and ready to take blows if it means protecting our prosperity and way of life of our people. <br />
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We must be empathetic. We must find our common ground or we will fall as a state. I see our common ground as strong public servants for good public services and infrastructure, quality education, and strong community values.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-30928889803552044682011-02-20T19:14:00.002-06:002011-02-20T21:19:55.521-06:00Family Values: For My ParentsI came home today from our All-member union meeting. Once my son Andy and I got home I started to think about what I was going to do in protest of Gov. Walker's "budget repair bill." This bill would elminate the right to collectively bargain for working conditions and benefits for a majority of public employees including teachers. It would also limit compensation to nothing greater than that of the consumer price index. This means that as I stand, I would never stand to earn more to improve my own standard of living and that of my child's. Tens of thousands of Wisconsin educators are feeling the same way today (well, at least the informed ones). I looked at Andy and felt an instant of despair for us. This bill must not pass as it stands, not for my own personal benefit, but for that of all public employees, the working class, and the future for the children in our classrooms.<br />
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I thought of Andy and that I want him to know that when it counted most his mom stood for her convictions. <br />
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I thought of my parents. My dad took me to his union meetings when I was young and didn't know why we were there, but I would listen. My dad stands for his convictions even when we wish he would just sit down for a little bit.<br />
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I thought of my first lesson in empathy when I was in fourth grade and it was a presidential election year. While my parents were talking about the election over dinner, we got on the topic of Welfare. I asked them, as I had heard one of my classmates say at school, "Why can't people on Welfare just get a job and work too?" My mom looked at me and said, "If something happened to me or your dad and we couldn't work for a living, wouldn't you want help for us too?" I was quiet after that. I understood that my parents were willing to pay slightly higher taxes out of their modest wages for this security, then there was good reason for it. This is the value of taking care of each other and not poo-pooing another person's misfortune.<br />
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Unions are representative of what matters most: the value of family. <em>Family values.</em> No matter what religion, politics, sports team, etc. your family follows, the idea of a family is knowing who will be there for you when you need them. The idea that even though we bickered at home constantly, my sister was the first to defend me to a playground bully. In the 1990's and early 2000's the conservative movement hijacked the term of <em>family values</em> to mean either something vague and reminiscent of the two-parent nuclear, Norman Rockwell / <em>Leave it to Beaver</em> family that goes to church, or the antithesis of President Clinton's indiscretions with an intern. President Clinton is still standing up for the poor today. Ken Starr? Newt Gingrich? Smears on the bathroom wall of relatively recent American history. Normally I would say "my union" but I know now that this phrasing is wrong. AS a UNION, WE bargain for our rights and working conditions as teachers, knowing first-hand what we need as educators to do our jobs to the best of our capabilities. Our policies and contracts protect every single one of us from being bullied. I myself have been guilty of not being active in my union at times while reaping the benefit of what my fellow educators who also served in our union did for the rest of us (be it settling the contracts or just making sure to be informed and informing other teachers when changes in the district are made). There is a reason why union members refer to other members as brothers and sisters. We stand or fall together.<br />
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I always remember my dad being active in his union. He understood this. Experience taught him that you can never turn your back on the man with your paycheck in his hand because he may push you under the train and pocket it. When it comes to our working rights (and those of all working-class people) we need to be ever vigilant. At least Gov. Walker has thrown that icy water on our indifferent faces this winter. We are awake now. If organized labor is a movement, Scott Walker is a bottle of Exlax now facing a shitstorm of his own making.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-42983136298777103152011-02-16T12:43:00.002-06:002011-02-16T14:51:28.722-06:00UnityThis last Saturday was Abe Lincoln's birthday (and my belated grandmother's, who always joked she was soon going to be nearly as old as Abe Lincoln. She almost made it, passing away at the age of 89 back in 2004). This post is in the spirit of unity, which for me is a running theme this week of Valentine's Day, Abe Lincoln's Birthday, my grandma's birthday, and recent political turmoil.<br />
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A hundred and fifty years ago President Lincoln faced much greater adversity than we do today. The nation was distinctly divided and enemies made within our own shore. Today's political climate often feels this way as well: Conservative vs. Liberal, Left vs. Right. However, we often find that there is much more common ground when we open ourselves as individuals representing these parties to discourse. With the recent "Budget Repair Bill" proposed by Wisconsin's newly elected Governor Walker, some Conservatives are realizing the value of unions, and "tax and spend" Liberals know that somewhere we will have to give up some social services, or pieces of what has created the comfortable and stable standard of living Wisconsinites have grown to know and love throughout our progressive history. <br />
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I love Wikipedia as it is the resource of the people. Since <em>truth</em> is what is accepted as being so, Wikipedia is the resource that the majority holds as being true, despite any Joe Schmo being able to go in and edit it. Wikipedia defines politics as "a process by which groups of people make collective decisions." So many people turn and run at the mention of politics or political issues, but that is wrong. The people that (some of us) we elect make decisions from the collective values of the people as a whole. These are the decisions that pertain to ALL of us. We all benefit from paved roads, sewer and water services, police and fire protection, and public education. I've heard so many people say, "I'm retired, my kids aren't in school anymore. I'm sick of paying high property taxes" or something of the like. In these conversations I find a huge disconnect with people from their communities. Don't they see that the physician that stitched up their hand last week after the nail gun incident was publicly educated? Don't they see that the mail carrier who brings them their blood pressure medication from Advocare is a public servant as well? What about the guy who picks up the garbage at the end of the driveway? We all work for a living. We all benefit from strong public education that minimally enables us to fill out the application for our employment.<br />
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Currently in our state-wide budget crisis educators are the target as we not only benefit from a state retirement plan, but our salaries come out of property tax pools (as well as some other government programs). My district has over 3,000 employees that benefit from our union-negotiated benefits and wages, but also turn around and invest that right back into our community. Walker wants to cut taxes, but for whom? His personal history is that of a business man and Milwaukee County Executive. I wonder what his truth is and where his values lie in connection (or disconnect) with the values of Wisconsinites as a whole (for those who need a reminder, Wisconsin has a history of strong schools and a progressive spirit). His actions speak much louder than the words tens of thousands of people shouting in the streets this week in support of public employees. I hope our legislators realize their check in power when it comes time for them to decide.<br />
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Today teachers and public servants are uniting to protest the usurpation of our rights to collectively bargain and the overall degradation of the services we provide to society as a whole. I feel stronger in unity with them, and hope the connection we make with the rest of the public is electric.<br />
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So often teachers give the perception that we are whiny and "get three months off." I had the enlightening experience of filing my taxes last night with my soon to be ex-husband. Without any attempt to publicly defame him (he does that well enough on his own) he asked the tax preparer how much money I made in 2010. She told him flat out that he made nearly $10,000 more than I did, and I also had more tax withheld from my check. For those of you who know little of my ex, he is an immigrant machine operator in a private company without even a diploma that had been recognized in the U.S. yet in 2010. He didn't have any more questions for her after that. This really put things into a personal perspective for me, as to how public sector employees compare with private sector in terms of wages.<br />
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My grandmother valued unity with family above all else in her life. She never had money, but worked <em>hard.</em> Sometimes three jobs when her children were growing up. She also valued unity among working class people. Honest Abe Lincoln needed unity among the people in his presidency or the nation would crumble into chaos. As he famously said, " A house divided against itself cannot stand." This took a monumental effort to bridge a huge divide in the principles of our nation. On Valentine's Day I felt unity and connected with people I care for (which is what Valentine's Day is about - Saint Valentine uniting couples in the face of adversity). I hope you did too. I hope you find unity today easily, and if you don't, look for it. Sometimes it takes standing on a corner picketing with hundreds of others dressed in red, working out with a friend, or getting home and hugging your loved one and knowing exactly what they are thinking without saying a thing at all.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-40061458422154226412011-02-15T13:01:00.001-06:002011-02-15T16:29:26.898-06:00On-time to countToday I went home for lunch. As I was zooming back to school through busy Green Bay streets I approached an intersection where the light was red. I merged left to be the first car in the left turn lane thinking, "I hope I am on-time to count," meaning that I hope my car hit the sensor before the light was already in the process to turn green for the other cars going straight. I promptly got the green arrow. Whew.<br />
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That phrase stuck with me in my comtemplative drive back to school (which one of the reasons I go home on occasion during lunch - the other reasons are: to escape the work place, drink soda out of a glass, or eat a reasonably healthy lunch that I didn't make time to pack). There are so many times when we simply hope that we are on-time to count, or soon enough to make a difference. I made it back to school right on time.<br />
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For those who follow the political sphere (and some who are engulfed in it) are surely aware of the political embroiling of teachers in the state of Wisconsin. Currently anyone who benefits from a state retirement plan or who is a public-sector unionized employee may be subject to our newly elected governor's "Budget Repair Bill" in which not only will certain benefits (like health insurance and retirement) or wages be cut, but also the right to collectively bargain for unions of public employees would disappear. For teachers this means planning time, lunch (half) hour time, and responsibilities that fall outside the hours of the school day. This bill doesn't just affect teachers, but police officers, highway patrol, custodians, public radio, transportation, administrative buildings, etc., including the person cleaning the governor's office. It is as if the solitary rug the working class stands on were trying to be legally pulled out from under us. Also, if unions for public employees are hurt in this bill, it weakens the pull and the voice of private unions as well, like those factory workers, plumbers, electricians, pipefitters, etc. Did I leave anyone out?<br />
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So often we do not look out for the rights of others until it affects us close to home, and then we care. Those who voted for Walker in the last election may have supported his idea of balancing the budget, but at what cost? This attack on unions is an attempt to usurp the voice of the working class people so that in the future we might be powerless to protest when our working-conditions are lowered to the point that no educated person will want to serve the public sector. As Elie Wiesel said, "There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest." However, I do not believe that in a democracy we are powerless to protest. Therefore I will be contacting my elected officials after school, hoping I am on-time to count.<br />
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Many people who work in service positions deal with this struggle with timing. Did the emergency room physician act on-time make a difference with the patient who was bleeding from trauma? Did the teacher intervene with the struggling student on-time for him to reach proficient standards before the end of the grading period? Did the pizza delivery man get there before the 30 minutes were up? As part of my professional development I am trying to learn not to procrastinate, but be proactive. Perhaps I should have campaigned more in the political season. I know I should spend more time planning, or better yet the same amount of time but in a more prioritized fashion. I struggle with this, but I am the only person who can correct my haphazard priorities. My problem is I feel that sometimes EVERYTHING is important. Prioritizing is a struggle for me. I hope that no one can ever accuse me of indifference.<br />
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One fault I find in the general American political climate is indifference. We have it good here (all of us for the most part) and thus do not see suffering like in other countries. Our standard of living is the warm incubator of eggies of indifference. As Elie Wiesel also said, <span style="font-size: small;">“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.” I hope that when it comes to the well-being of others I will never be indifferent. I hope the same for my loved-ones, because indifference means a life devoid of passion and purpose.</span><br />
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I hope that today you are on-time to count. Whether it be improving your health through diet and exercise habits, going to bed earlier, balancing your checkbook, finishing homework, calling your representatives, protesting on the street, or telling someone you love them, it all matters, it is never too late to count.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-20869143294555131332011-02-13T22:38:00.000-06:002011-02-13T22:38:54.693-06:00Status Quo<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight's theme of status quo came on rather inanely (and grossly) in my hockey game today. As I was skating and waiting for the faceoffs my nose started running and my ears started popping. My ears popped all the way home and after a good game of hockey, my head suddenly felt clearer. It felt as though I had a headcold for months that I had gotten so used to that I didn't even notice it anymore. Stuffiness and dull-headedness had become my status quo, as it does for many teachers who have a cold or sinus infection from about early October to mid-May. <em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Perhaps you didn't think you'd be reading about bodily fluids in a teacher's blog, but as a Kindergarten teacher it is hard not to blog about boogers sometimes.)</span> </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, back to the theme. I came to realize that the status quo either stays unnoticed or accepted until we find something better, sometimes by accident, by fate, or sometimes it was sought out. All I know is that after a week of frigid temperatures, my head felt like all the grimy snowbanks were melting right out of it, like they were this beautiful February day in Wisconsin with near 40-degree temperatures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and my 1-year anniversary of being single. I came to a point a year ago exactly that the status quo in my marriage was simply unacceptable, unfair and unsustainable. I have found a better life, and I know now that I will never let myself fall into a self-destructive status quo in my personal life again. Happy Anniversary, ME! Thanks everyone who helped me get on track to a better place! This past year has been one of gratitude, overcoming some hardships, and other new adventures like single-parenting, playing hockey again and doing some other athetic events.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">In the long 10 months that we teach for a school year, it is really easy to fall into a status quo. It IS good to have routine, but it isn't so good to do the same-old, same-old, especially if it is just so-so. Now that we have made it through the brunt of a beastly winter, I am going to make it a point to do something to break the status quo. Some of these lessons might not go really well, but I find that the kids react well to trying something different. It can be the same content presented in different ways just to attract their little Kindergarten attention and watch their beautiful eyes light-up when they get to do something new and different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">While looking for pictures online regarding the idea of <em>status quo</em> I found that there was a 70s band sharing the name. I am kind of in a 70s heavy guitar, rocking mood today so I listened to a bunch of their songs on YouTube. Their song <em>Is There a Better Way</em> is maybe not instrumentally one of their best hits, but the lyrics and title fit smashingly with this post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTx67hgkOZM"><strong><em>Is There A Better Way </em>by Status Quo (Lancaster/Rossi)</strong></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Is there a better way? Is there a better way?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Is there a better way ahead or just another day?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There's got to be a way to make a better day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm gonna find away to make a better day</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You're never gonna be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You're never gonna be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There never was a better way with you around</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">No matter what I do, do what you got to do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But do it now because the time is running out on you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You've got to find a way to make a better day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You've got to live and learn to fight another day</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm never gonna be the one who put you down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm never gonna be the one who put you down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">You never know there may be someone in the crowd</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There may be someone in the crowd</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Is there a better way? Is there a better way?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Is there a better way ahead or just another day?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Maybe you'll never know a better way to go</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I've got a feeling you don't really want to know</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'll never let you be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'll never let you be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There never was a better way with you around</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There never was a better way</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'll never let you be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'll never let you be the one to hold me down</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There never was a better way with you around</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There never was a better way </span>Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-459961515471191143.post-23018821669450467062011-02-10T21:34:00.000-06:002011-02-10T21:34:20.915-06:00Morning GloryToday was fantastic, maravilloso! It wasn't a Wednesday, and we made Valentine's Day cards with our reading buddies this morning. The kids were taking their time and doing a nice job. We had indoor recess (as we did due to the below zero temperatures all week) and gave the kids a little extra play time to burn their excess energy off inside. I don't know if it was the Valentine's Day cards, or that the sun was shining, or that it was Thursday, but I was smiling all day. The kids were fun, funny, and sweet, but then again they usually are.<br />
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I have found that in my fifth year of teaching, something I really feel like I lack is the time to focus on our students, enjoy them and get to know their needs as the small people that they are. From the very beginning of the year we are pushing our little 5 year-olds to reach high academic standards without really asking them what their standards for their teacher are. I'm guessing it probably has something to do with hugs and good snacks. Today there was less focus on the structure and more on the kids. It was an unintended but welcome break.<br />
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Following their excitement with the Packers winning the superbowl, we had a math lesson with a little clipart running-back and a field with 0 to 10 yards. The running back would "run" forward a number of yards and then the students figured out how many yards were left to get to 10 for a first down. It was really simple to put together, but the students loved being able to manipulate the football player but not necessarily have to write down answers. I was amazed at how quickly they began to understand the concept of "10s Friends."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aL1zAZzlwfw/TVSpJa5PEiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tEQx3nxNoW0/s1600/morning-glory-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="257" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aL1zAZzlwfw/TVSpJa5PEiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tEQx3nxNoW0/s320/morning-glory-8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>After school we had a meeting and we were presented with more resources as to how to develop the students' ability to form and decode words in Spanish. Sometimes I look at these new curriculum pieces that are hundreds and hundreds of pages long in disbelief. I am supposed to know them well, but I simply feel that I am missing out on knowing my students. There isn't enough time in the day (let alone paid time) to do it all. My students only have one shot at Kindergarten (well, in MOST cases) and I only have one shot to make them love school, feel valued, and teach them real life and learning skills. If the curriculum materials are valuable enough I will learn it through using it with the students. Otherwise it seems as though the trend is to replace it with something else after a few years. I know I sound a bit jaded on this already, but no one loves my job more than I do. It simply takes time to learn students, their capabilities, and then later to find materials that appropriately match what the students are capable of doing.<br />
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In Kindergarten it seems like all our little morning glories are expected to blossom, and they usually do. This is the idea of "No Child Left Behind." Their parents provide them with the soil (some richer and darker than others), the teachers are the gardners that provide the trellis, and those little flowers reach for the sun on their own. There are always those stunted ones and you get to a certain point where you simply cannot put anymore fertilizer on them or your burn them out and possible damage the soil for the rest of the plot. If we keep over-watering them with information they won't even look to the sun anymore, but feel like they are drowning where they stand. This is what "developmentally appropriate" means to me: room to grow on the trellis and the right amount of sun and rain to do so. They simply won't photosynthesize any faster than nature lets them.Ms. Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01437884349915374101noreply@blogger.com0