Outdoing Piaget Himself

Dina Strasser, my blogroll’s token hippie, intent on outdoing Piaget himself, doesn’t merely let her students create rules for themselves, she asks them to create rules for her:

Among them were the hysterical (“Coffee breath. Could you people please chew some gum?”), the horrifying (“I hate it when teachers have long conversations on their cell phones in the middle of class”), the obvious (“I hate it when the teacher punishes the whole class for someone one person has done”), and this near unanimous statement: We hate it when the teacher deliberately embarrasses us in front of our peers.

Dina’s narrative of success and failure is well worth your time.

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An Unfortunate Aspect Of NCLB

The University of California, Santa Cruz, e-mailed my department last week looking to match its student teachers with mentors. New teacher training inspires me more than anything lately so I e-mailed my department head looking for his endorsement. No response.

We examined last year’s assessment data at the next department meeting. Good, not great, and as fully one-sixth of my department, I must shoulder a good amount of blame for my time-sucking, standards-unaligned Feltron Project, which sunk a lot of my Geometry students, I’m positive. The fact is this: if we post the same growth this year as we did the last, we won’t make Adequate Yearly Progress, putting us a year away from Program Improvement.

The department head acknowledged that, yes, mentoring novice teachers is an essential part of this job but, at this critical time, we need better than novices in our classrooms. He didn’t shut the door but gave us all good reason to do it ourselves.

I can’t really square this aspect of NCLB with my conviction that its problems (and we likely disagree on what constitutes “its problems”) result of poor implementation, not of policy itself.

I can see how simply absolving student teachers of any obligation to adequate yearly progress would lead to all sorts of awful scheduling, mendacious administrators assigning the most needy students to the most inexperienced teachers.

I can’t see what NCLB is doing to the onerous process of training new teachers except to make it more onerous.

Notes From Homeroom

To recap, this is the first year my school has built a thirty minute advisory period into its weekly schedule. But we’re five weeks into the school year and our advisory binder still has us untangling human knots, breaking ice between students who have known each other longer than I have known my wifeNods at Chris..

So we’re veering wildly off script but the product hasn’t been too ugly. The same kid who called this the most pointless class on her schedule at the start of the year just last week volunteered it as the highlight of her Wednesdays.

What we’ve been about the last few weeks:

  1. We voted on a name for advisory period. The finalists were: a) Purple People Eaters, b) Wombats, and c) Buhemoth, from which Buhemoth was selected somewhat, um, un-democratically. (For the record, my student didn’t intend the misspelling but we all took it with an anti-establishment post-spelling stance like, “Yeah, we know, and we don’t carecf. Wyld Stallyns..”)
  2. We brainstormed a logo/mascot for Buhemoth. The exploratory committee first suggested adjectives that best described (to them) the essence of Buhemoth. We decided on “fierce” and “terrifying” while rejecting “cuddly” and “sensual.” (I swear.) The logo status is “in process.”
  3. We researched designs for our cardboard regatta competitionRelegated to a footnote since I’m positive 99% of this blog’s audience knows what I’m talking about: you are allowed two rolls of duct tape and unlimited cardboard to make a boat that will conduct a student across a school pool. Prizes for fastest time, etc. with a few YouTube queries. Perhaps you’ve heard that Jon Pedersen (not the one you’re thinking about) and I won this competition at Ukiah High School, circa. 2000. This nation would not see the kind of intense, brother-waged-against-brother controversy that surrounded our boat design until Ohio, circa. 2004. Gonna be really difficult, in other words, to keep my mouth shut and let my students take full ownership of the design process.
  4. We ate doughnuts.

Next up:

  1. We will push our logo process along by viewing a montage of contemporary logos and classifying them as “Buhemoth” or “Not Buhemoth.”
  2. We will create a “Buhemoth code”, drawing on the Mafia’s recently revealed ten commandments for inspirationI mean, or not, if that’s a totally stupid idea..
  3. In general, we will stay as far away from the binder as possible.

Sup Teach?

Sup Teach?, a group edublog for new teachers, is the sort of blog you toss in your feedreader to keep your eye on that incoming link you received the other day but which, even though it’s ramshackle and scattered (the category list in the sidebar includes “king koopa” and “slaying dinosaur-esque turtles,” for no obvious reason) you can’t bring yourself to unsubscribe, simply because it’s too much fun.

Consider “When expletives lead to memorable teaching moments“:

Student 1: “Miss S., you look pretty today!”

Ms. S: “Why? Do I usually look nerdy?”

Student 2: “No, I dunno where you got that.”

Student 3: “She always looks pretty, dumbass. I like your vest Ms. S.”

Ms. S.: “Ladies and gentlemen, we do not use that compound word in my class. BUT…it’s compound words ROLL OUT TIME!”

Student 5: “Bittersweet!”

Student 6: “Basketball!”

Student 7: “Bathroom!”

Student 8: “Sunset!”

Student 9: “Redwood.”

Ms. S.: “Redwood?!”

Student 9: “Yea, it was in our pop quiz yesterday, remember?”

Ms. S.: “OH. Yea.”

Gah. Too fun. Reminds me of when I was a new teacher, and young, so long ago.

I Told My Kids I Invented Bingo Yesterday

Brian Cormier:

I played [math basketball] today in class. Class versus the teacher. When I told them I never lose, this was all the motivation they needed.

This kind of hyper-authoritative faux-confidence informs at least 50% of my student-teacher interaction, letting me acknowledge to them that, yeah, I realize this particular lame-duck teacher is real, that I don’t like them any more than my students do, letting me have some cake and eat it too. We get along.