It's January so of course everyone is talking about resolutions. The population is generally divided into two camps - those who believe in making resolutions and those who think that iot is a waste of time as many resolutions are discarded by February 1st.
The word resolution is derived from "resolute" which means to be admirably purposeful, determined, and unwavering. The definition makes me wonder if perhaps the reason that resolutions often fail is that they are not purposeful.
There is a common strategy that is marked with the acronym "SMART" that is often used to help individuals set purposeful goals.
The S stands for Specific. General goals, like "I will eat better" seldom succeed because they lack specificity. Try saying "I will eliminate pop from my diet" or "I will eat two portions of vegetables with each meal"
The M stands for Measurable. Identify a way to measure the progress of your goal. Instead of saying "I will start working out" try :I will work out for 30 minutes at least 3 times a week."
The A stands for attainable. If you have never gone for a hike, climbing Kilimanjaro is probably not attainable at this time.
R stands for Realistic. As much as winning the lottery would be nice, it is probably not a realistic goal. Saving 5,00 towards a down payment on a house might be.
T is for Timely. While with proper training, virtually anyone can run a marathon (I know, I did it after telling someone only a year before that I never could) aiming to do one in a month if you have not been training is not a good timeline. Aiming for 6 months to a year would be a more realistic timeline.
So what SMART goals did I set for myself for 2020? I chose three. Ambitious, yes. Realistic, also yes.
My first goal relates to my physical health. I resolved to work out for approximately 30 minutes at least 6 times a week. I know this is doable for me at the present time because I did it in the summer.
My second goal was diet related. I promised myself to give up Coca Cola. This is one I have struggled with in the past. I have managed to go about 3 months and then something happens and I "need" a Coke again. Perhaps a more realistic goal is I will limit my Coke consumption to 1 can/bottle a month.
My third goal was to focus on my mental well-being. I bought a mindfulness journal and a book on mindfulness. My goal is to write in the journal at least 3 times a week and to finish the book by the end of summer.
So don't be afraid to make a resolution. Just be SMART about it!
Here's to a new year filled with family, good food, good friends and fun.
Friday, January 3, 2020
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Why?
The past twelve months have held many changes for me. Many have been positive. A few have been cause for tears. Reasons to celebrate included exchanging my 20 year old vehicle for a shiny, new SUV. The only thing better than the new car smell is feeling confident I won't find a trail of fallen off parts on the road behind me. I also added a new member to my household and welcomed a new kitten into my home. Her playfulness has brought out the kitten in my two six year-old cats and her unusual brown eyes and six toes on each paw are constant reminders of how unique and special she is. Finally, after two and a half years of hard work I completed my Masters degree and got to see the pride in my mother's face as she watched me cross the stage.
Sadly, I also lost my twelve year-old golden retriever to old age this year. For years he was my personal trainer. He motivated me to get out and walk, run or hike even when I might have preferred to relax on the couch. As his condition deteriorated and I became immersed in my Masters my activity level decreased significantly and I gained some weight.
After seven months of being dogless, I will be bringing home a new puppy in three weeks. I intend to get back into the routine of regular walks and runs so that we can have a long, healthy life together, I want to make the most out of having the privilege of a dog. I want us to enjoy the many activities that we can share together. She deserves someone who will give her a full, healthy life.
Why am I determined to become more active? Bella. One look at that golden bundle of fur is all the motivation one needs.
Friday, February 17, 2017
The Achievement Gap
What exactly is the Achievement Gap? According to the Glossary of Education Reform the Achievement Gap refers to:
any significant and persistent disparity in academic performance or educational attainment between different groups of students, such as white students and minorities, for example, or students from higher-income and lower-income households.
The NMC Horizon Report defines the Achievement Gap as “an observed disparity in academic performance between student groups, especially as defined by socioeconomic status, race, ethnicity, or gender.”
Is there an achievement gap in British Columbia? Why is the achievement gap a concern? One has only to look at the controversial FSA results to see that it exists in our own backyard. My own school ranks 949/956. Does this reflect the quality of teaching? Do these schools have exceptional teachers? More innovative programs? I would argue that the staff at my school are just as qualified, experienced,innovative and dedicated as that of any school on the list. All of the top ten are in the lower mainland and six of them are in Vancouver itself. Compare the demographics and it becomes apparent that there is a link to socio-economic status and achievement. This suggests that it is a social justice issue.
My school district is making an effort to address the achievement gap. Research shows that “progressive systems that provide more funding to higher-need schools can help correct this imbalance. (Horizon, 2017) To this end SD#68 has identified several “focus” schools that it has directed additional resources to. Presently we are in the second year of this initiative so long term effects are not yet known.
The BCTF’s stand to reinstate stripped language pertaining to class size and composition from contracts is justified from an academic achievement perspective as the Horizon report states that “ investment in lower student-teacher ratios and higher teacher wages resulted in schools with smaller achievement gaps and better educational outcomes for low-SES students”
While inequality still exists in British Columbia schools, we are fortunate our students are not faced with barriers such as war or overt sexua;l discrimination that exists in many countries and heavily impact achievement. All students have the opportunity to attend school although they may come with different degrees of readiness.
I have heard it argued that we are investing too many resources into lower-performing demographics and neglecting higher achievers. I was intrigued by the research cited in the Horizon (2017) report that suggests improving learning for low performers does not come at the expense of average or top performers”
I am committed to closing the achievement gap and providing all students with the opportunity to achieve their full potential regardless of socio-economic status, gender, race, religion, or physical ability. These words spoken by (though not originating from) a teacher featured in the article Blueberries by Jamie Vollmer resonate with me,.
We take them big, small, rich, poor, gifted, exceptional, abused, frightened, confident, homeless, rude, and brilliant. We take them with ADHD, junior rheumatoid arthritis, and English as their second language. We take them all! Every one!
References
Concepts, L. (2013). Achievement Gap Definition. The Glossary of Education Reform. Retrieved 9 February 2017, from http://edglossary.org/achievement-gap/
Editorial Projects in Education Research Center. (2011, July 7). Issues A-Z: Achievement Gap. Education Week. Retrieved 7 February 2017 from http://www.edweek.org/ew/issues/achievement-gap/
2016-nmc-cosn-horizon-report-k12-EN.pdf. (2017). Google Docs. Retrieved 9 February 2017, from https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B6btfF7n9
Vollmer, Jamie. The Blueberry Story: The teacher gives the businessman a lesson.. (2017). Jamievollmer.com. Retrieved 18 February 2017, from http://www.jamievollmer.com/blueberries.ht
Saturday, February 4, 2017
TechNology Versus TechYesogy
Technology in the classroom is a hot topic these days. This is not surprising. Technology is embedded in the lives of our students. According to statistics released by Commonsense Media and published by Techaddiction by age eight, 96% of children have watched TV, 90% have used a computer, 81% have played console video games, and 60% have played games or used apps on a portable device (cell phone, handheld gaming system, iPod, or tablet). While it is prudent to be aware that not all students have access to or are familiar with common forms of technology, a significant portion of our students use technology on a regular basis and are engaged by it. Cox cites a study that states students prefer technology because they believe that it makes learning more interesting and fun.
There are many reasons educators should incorporate technology into their instructional design. Mathis cites several of them in her article Technology in the Classroom: 5 Undeniable Reasons to Embrace It. Among these compelling reasons is our obligation to prepare our students for the work force and life after school; creating responsible digital citizens; providing opportunities to learn independently and collaboratively; offering multiple means of acquiring and representing knowledge; and the opportunity to pesonalize the educational experience for our students. I would also add that it is included in British Columbia's redesigned curriculum.
Technology in the classroom may include (but is not limited to) student-created slide presentations, delivering lessons using Nearpod on a mobile device, using augmented reality like Aurasma to have students embed reflections or additional detail in their work; or using Kahoot or Plickers to do formative assessment. The possibilities are exciting and virtually endless. I have found that using Lexia with my students as part of a station rotation and lab rotation has assisted in increasing student achievement.
One concern is the effect of screen time on developing brains. This of particular importance for younger students. In fact as of May 2013, "internet use disorder" (IUD) was added to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Health Disorders, published by the American Psychiatric Association. (Crawford, 2017)
In her article Crawford (2017) cites research that shows that certain activities, such as playing video games or playing on certain apps can release dopamine. This natural chemical often referred to as the pleasure chemical can create addictions and can result in serious problems.
Used with purpose and intentionality technology can increase student achievement by providing access to diverse resources and allowing the teacher to rethink instructional delivery. Technology itself isn't the solution, it is simply a mechanism through which a solution may be achieved.
Join the debate. Check out this Pixton. Do you agree with Chantoui or Chantenon?
https://Pixton.com/ic:bghbqrkt
References
Crawford, N. (2017). Wired Kids: How Screen Time Affects Children's Brains. Breaking Muscle. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from https://breakingmuscle.com/learn/wired-kids-how-screen-time-affects-childrens-brains
Statistics on Children’s Use of TV, Internet, & Video Games - TechAddiction. (2017). Techaddiction.ca. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from http://www.techaddiction.ca/media-statistics.html
There are many reasons educators should incorporate technology into their instructional design. Mathis cites several of them in her article Technology in the Classroom: 5 Undeniable Reasons to Embrace It. Among these compelling reasons is our obligation to prepare our students for the work force and life after school; creating responsible digital citizens; providing opportunities to learn independently and collaboratively; offering multiple means of acquiring and representing knowledge; and the opportunity to pesonalize the educational experience for our students. I would also add that it is included in British Columbia's redesigned curriculum.
Technology in the classroom may include (but is not limited to) student-created slide presentations, delivering lessons using Nearpod on a mobile device, using augmented reality like Aurasma to have students embed reflections or additional detail in their work; or using Kahoot or Plickers to do formative assessment. The possibilities are exciting and virtually endless. I have found that using Lexia with my students as part of a station rotation and lab rotation has assisted in increasing student achievement.
One concern is the effect of screen time on developing brains. This of particular importance for younger students. In fact as of May 2013, "internet use disorder" (IUD) was added to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Health Disorders, published by the American Psychiatric Association. (Crawford, 2017)
In her article Crawford (2017) cites research that shows that certain activities, such as playing video games or playing on certain apps can release dopamine. This natural chemical often referred to as the pleasure chemical can create addictions and can result in serious problems.
Used with purpose and intentionality technology can increase student achievement by providing access to diverse resources and allowing the teacher to rethink instructional delivery. Technology itself isn't the solution, it is simply a mechanism through which a solution may be achieved.
Join the debate. Check out this Pixton. Do you agree with Chantoui or Chantenon?
https://Pixton.com/ic:bghbqrkt
References
Cox, Janelle. Benefits of Technology in the Classroom. (2017). TeachHUB. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from http://www.teachhub.com/benefits-technology-classroom
Crawford, N. (2017). Wired Kids: How Screen Time Affects Children's Brains. Breaking Muscle. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from https://breakingmuscle.com/learn/wired-kids-how-screen-time-affects-childrens-brains
Mathis, Meghan. Technology in the Classroom: 5 Undeniable Reasons to Embrace It. (2017). TeachHUB. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from http://www.teachhub.com/5-undeniable-reasons-why-educators-should-embrace-technology-classroom
Statistics on Children’s Use of TV, Internet, & Video Games - TechAddiction. (2017). Techaddiction.ca. Retrieved 4 February 2017, from http://www.techaddiction.ca/media-statistics.html
Saturday, January 21, 2017
The Power of Yet
You have probably also encountered those students who, when faced with failure, reflect, take a different approach to the challenge and persevere. They understand that they just haven't succeeded YET. They understand that with reflection and practice there is a very good chance that eventually they will succeed.
Carol Dweck would refer to the first example as a fixed mindset and the second is a growth mindset. Individuals with a fixed mindset believe that abilities are fixed...you are good at something or you are not. Persons with a Growth Mindset tend to view abilities as progressive. They try, reflect, adapt and try again with the belief that they will keep improving and eventually succeed. This is a trait that many innovators and problem-solvers possess. It is one that employers seek out.
Can a mindset be altered? Can an individual with a fixed mindset develop a growth mindset? Studies conducted by Mindsetworks, founded by Carol Dweck, suggest we can indeed change a person’s mindset from fixed to growth, and when we do, it leads to increased motivation and achievement. In a study in which seventh graders were divided into one group that received memory training and a second group which were given training in growth mindset the first group continued to show declining grades, but the growth-mindset group showed a clear rebound in their grades.
Growth Mindset is not directly addressed in British Columbia’s redesigned curriuculum but is a good fit with he Personal Awareness and Responsibility Competencies which include self-determination and self-regulation.
In exploring Growth Mindset I discovered a wealth of resources that explain and illustrate Growth MIndset. I curated them in a Symbaloo lesson. Curious to learn more? Click on the link and let the journey of discovery begin!
http://lessonplans.symbaloo.com/start?accessCode=41113
References
MindsetWorks (nd) Decades of Scientific Reserach that Started a Growth Mindset Revolution. Retrieved 21 January 2017 from https://www.mindsetworks.com/science/
British Columbia MInistry of Education. (2017) Personal Awareness and Responsibility Competency. Retrieved 21 January 2016 from https://curriculum.gov.bc.ca/sites/curriculum.gov.bc.ca/files/pdf/PersonalAwarenessResponsibilityCompetencyProfiles.pdf
Sunday, January 8, 2017
The Antidote to Burnout
The topic of teacher burn-out and the importance of self-care got me thinking about an article published by Lisa Dabbs in Edutopia titled 20 Tidbits for New Teachers. The article contains some good advice for new and veteran teachers. Amongst the tips is build relationships; collaborate, ask for help, be willing to grow, get a mentor and, of course, make time for r&r. Dabbs (2011) is clear that “If you don't take time for rest and relaxation you will crash and burn.” In her article 5 Tips for Avoiding Teacher Burnout Hertz (2014) also identifies the importance of self-care in preventimng teacher burnout and encourages teachers to maintain their “other” life outside of school by exercising and socializing.
I will be the first to admot that pursuing my Masters degree while working full-time has meant that self-care has not been a priority. I succumbed to my addiction to Coca Cola and have been more sedentary than is healthy. Fortunately my personal trainer (otherwise known as my golden retriever Tucker) gets me out for a two kilometer walk most mornings before work. I also have a colleague at a different school that I talk to regularly which both provides an opportunity to socialize and discuss work-related challenges. This is a start, but it’s not enough. My present challenge is, where do I find the time and energy? I am already stretched with work, studying, professional learning groups and other professional development initiatives.
So what can I do that I can fit into my packed schedule? Journaling at the end of the day before bedding down for the night is a possibility. I also love movies. I am an escapist. It has been a long time since I have been to the theatre. There are a few movies I would like to see. Taking the initiative to invite someone to go with me to see a movie and leave the real world behind for a few hours would be welcome and something I could pursue.
Having completed two marathons I am a big believer in an active body supporting an active mind. Exercise, and running in particular, has taken a back seat as of late. My dog is aging and his muscles no longer respond to running and I would feel guilty leaving him behind while I run by myself so we now take shorter walks. Looking at the list of potential activities posted in the OLTD 509 Quest I think it is time to identify other means of being active. I have a stationary bike that I could use before settling down on the couch to study after work and I am sure the Internet is abundant in quick exercise videos. It is time to make activity a priority again. According to Robinson et al (2017) people who exercise regularly tend to do so because it gives them an enormous sense of well-being. They feel more energetic throughout the day, sleep better at night, have sharper memories, and feel more relaxed and positive about themselves and their lives. That is reason enough for me to make it a priority again.
The activity that I do that promotes my emotional well-being the most is not on the list. Spending time with my pets has always been what grounds me. Nothing soothes away the stress of a difficult day like cuddling with a cat or petting a dog. Best of all, they are never too busy to listen. I have been known to say that fur is the fix.
We have all heard the saying, “If Mom ain’t haopy, nobody’s happy.” I suggest that this is true of anyone in the position of a caregiver. It is not selfish to make yourself a priority every once in a while. It’s necessary.
So, in the interest of being a better teacher I am going to continue to begin my day with a morning walk but I will investigate ways I can incorporate more activity and socializing nto my tight schedule. Maybe that new J.K. Rowling movie is still playing. Popcorn, anyone?
References
Dabbs, Lisa. (2017). Edutopia. Retrieved 8 January 2017, from https://www.edutopia.org/users/lisa-dabbs
Dabbs, L. (2011). 20 Tidbits for New Teachers. Edutopia. Retrieved 8 January 2017, from https://www.edutopia.org/blog/20-tips-new-teachers-lisa-dabbs
Hertz, M. (2014). 5 Tips for Avoiding Teacher Burnout. Edutopia. Retrieved 8 January 2017, from https://www.edutopia.org/blog/5-tips-avoiding-teacher-burnout-mary-beth-hertz
Robinson, Lawrence and Jeanne Segal, Ph.D., and Melinda Smith, M.A.(2017) The Mental Health Benefits of Exercise: The Exercise Prescription for Depression, Anxiety, Stress, and More). Helpguide.org. Retrieved 9 January 2017, from https://www.helpguide.org/articles/exercise-fitness/emotional-benefits-of-exercise.htm
Friday, April 22, 2016
TGIF
I like to be prepared. Probably because I am a am a self-professed control freak.
That is why I stayed at school until nearly 6:00 last night and why I was there at 7:25 this morning.
I am aware that you can't be prepared for everything and that plans can often go awry (particularly when 6 and 7 year-olds are involved) but it is somewhere to start.
This morning after I had walked the dog, showered and dressed I stopped by the dam to collect fresh water for the class tadpoles and arrived at school at 7:25 with my Starbucks hot chocolate in hand.
I proceeded to unstack the chairs and place them at student desks and turn the computer on.
I love how peaceful the class is before everyone arrives. In those moments the day ahead is perfect.
The day never unfolds exactly as you imagined it. But that doesn't mean it can't be good.
Today was pretty good. A few barometer students were away again so the energy was calmer. This enabled me to focus on other students with needs.
There is one girl in the class that I am increasingly concerned about. She has had problems with theft and honesty. Today she seemed to be the instigator in several altercations. She claimed to pushed down by one student and a few minutes later, hit by another student. She was the common denominator in both incidents. She denied any culpability but further investigation unearthed details that indicated she held some responsibility for each incident. I spoke with her mother when she picked her up early for a dentist appointment.
I have been pulling certain students to the back table to work with me in small groups to help contain and focus them. For the most part it is working well. Proximity is often a helpful tool. Unfortunately it means I am pretty unavailable for other students. This is an aspect I am not particularly fond of with this strategy.
One student chose to mope in stead of joining us so after ensuring that he knew he was welcome to join us whenever he chose I ignored him. He eventually did come to the table but did nothing.
Our weekly visit to the courtyard garden can be a trigger for some students. It is less structured and some don't do well with that. I decided to be proactive and send them to the support room with work before we went to the garden. This worked well for the most part. The exception was the previously mentioned girl who aggravated another student to the point where she began hitting her. I did react instinctively and raised my voice. Not the best response, I admit. I had to get the support worker to get the support room worker to come one girl why I talked with the other.
The afternoon was filled with a successful activity about frogs, outside gym time our weekly desk clean and centers.
I was pleased to be able to tell the parents of one girl who can be disruptive and belligerent that she had had an awesomne day. In fact, she had done some of her best work.
I didn't handle one interaction as well as I might have.
I have been frustrated by a student bringing coffee (often a large, filled with LOTS of sugar and cream) with him in the morning. He's seven. I am not the only person who thinks this is not a good idea. I have put a note in his planner to that effect. The Teacher in Charge was going to call his mother. He handed his coffee over to me without argument his morning and asked for it at the end of the day. I gave it back to him. I also told him next time I was going to dump it down the drain. It did not belong at school. If I smelled coffee I was going to call his mother.
A little harsh, I admit. However, it has been going on for weeks. I can't control what happens at home but I can control what is brought in my classroom.
What other options do I have?
That is the question I am going to consider this weekend TGIF.
The Best Part of Waking Up
How you start your day really does matter.
Some days when my dog gets me up at 5:30 for our morning walk I would much rather stay in bed.
Today I was less reluctant to leave the comfort of my bed. I got dressed and headed out the door. The birds were singing and the sun was almost up and the sky was beginning to lighten. I generally enjoy my walk once I am up and about but this morning was especially enjoyable.
After about 3 blocks my canine companion and I were rewarded with a glorious sunrise. The soft pinks and oranges blended together to create a masterpiece of nature.
I held that image of the sunset with me as I continued with my day. A few key players were absent from my class and while the children ate their lunch another adult and I commented on the spell that had been cast on the class. It was like magic. I could enjoy their quirks rather than being frustrated by them.
The spell eventually broke but I credit the positive start to my day for the success of the morning.
There may not always be a brilliant sunrise to begin our day, but we are control of the attitude we begin the day with. It's up to us to find our own sunrise, aromatic coffee, inspirational music or encouraging smile to help us start our day right.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
What's In Your Basket?
We all carry an invisible basket. In that basket is our family, language and culture, love and caring, our childhood and more.
I have been participating in a professional learning group addressing First Nations awareness and issues.
This Thursday I had the privilege of participating in an exercise that demonstrated the impacxt of residential schools.
I was given a woven basket. Pretty and light. I was asked to rest it on my arms. Inside the basket were index cards labelled, family, language, childhood, and love and caring.
One by one, as I was removed from my family and home and taken to a residential school each of these cards was removed and replaced with a rock.
At first the weight was noticeable but bearable. With each additional rock it became more difficult to bear the weight. I was determined so I held onto the basket. I made a few adjustments in how I held it but I held on to it. Honestly, I didn't know how much longer I could hold it. A few minutes, sure. An hour? I didn't think so. A whole day? No way.
Eventually, people were asked to remove the rocks one by one. With each rock removed my burden was significantly lighter. When the last rock was removed I felt overwhelming relief.
But my basket was empty.
I will never forget the feeling of holding that basket. How heavy it was. How I felt I could not put it down or pass the burden to anyone else. How for brief moments I considered giving up.
I also will not forget each time someone stepped in to take a piece of that burden. I was relieved, grateful and felt acknowledged. Someone noticed what I was going through and has chosen to take action.
That is what First Nations communities are dealing with. They are attempting to refill the baskets that were emptied. Not with burdens but with the things that enrich our lives. We can all help fill each others' baskets with experiences that help nourish, protect and grow.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
You Fill My Heart With Joy
I believe that every day is a new beginning. I love that moment when I open the door and greet my students with some welcoming words and a big smile. It's a great way to start the day together.
But how could I make it even better?
During periods of frustration it is easy to forget that there are positive attributes in every child. The class had needed a lot of redirecting lately and I wanted them to see that I recognize all the wonderful things about them, too.
I got out a pad of sticky notes and took a few moments to record one positive attribute about each child. I am pleased to say that it really wasn't that difficult.
The fun began when I opened the door. Along with their daily entry task, each student found a note on their desk. It was amusing to watch them help each other read them. It was a little noisier and chaotic than usual but in a purposeful and positive way.
What I didn't expect were the notes I found on my desk later that day. Some students had taken it upon themselves to reciprocate and left some inspirational messages on my desk for me. So what if "heart" was spelled "Heather." I couldn't have been more honoured or proud.
The day still had challenges. How boring would it be if kit didn't, but I had enough positivity in me that it couldn't break me. Not even when my struggling student cam through the door (late) with a LARGE cup of sugary coffee and Mom was late picking him up again. Colleagues commented but I managed to disengage from the conversations before I made unprofessional comments or lost my positivity.
No one is perfect, and I am at the beginning of my journey in reflective practice so mistakes are expected.
I did want to talk to MT's mom. I met the kids at the office as they were about to head out to the playground. I asked them to wait because I wanted to talk to their mom. Another adult was their and said she would watch them on the playground. I repeated that I wanted to talk to their mother. The middle daughter asked why. I explained that I was concerned that she and her younger brother had been left waiting for over half an hour the day before and wanted to talk to her mother about it. I did not bad mouth the mother but even that was perhaps too much information to share particularly with another adult in ear shot. Next time I would simply say, I just want to talk to her. The adult again said that shew would watch the kids as they would be going over to her place later anyway. I caved. I should have said, "Thank you, but I insist that they wait here." The fact that I was going to be late for yet another meeting because of this family did factor into my decision. I needed to leave and couldn't wait much longer anyway.
I could have strode back to my room, muttering under my breath about how the mopther was late AGAIN picking up her children but I didn't. When colleagues commented on the situation I simpoly acknowledged their observations and said I was going to confront the mother about it. I diodn't say, "Yup. She did it again. Can you beleive it? What is she doing having another kid?" Again, she is doing her best. Would I like better for the kids? Yes. Is criticizing the mother the way to get it? Not likely. I am going to build on the bond we have been building and offer her whatever supports I can. Hopefully pride will not stand in the way of her accepting some support.
What would my note to her say? You love your children very much. Never give up.
My Journey of Reflective Practice Begins....
Spring has sprung.
The grass has riz.
I wonder where
the class I knew is....
Just before spring break I recognized that both my students and I were in desperate need of a break. Their behaviour was rapidly going downhill and my patience was wearing thin.
I decided to become more pro-active rather than reactive. These little six and seven year-olds deserved my best. By golly, that's what they were going to get.
This meant I had to unpack some emotional baggage. I was becoming increasingly frustrated with what I was witnessing in many families. I didn't understand decisions they were making.
Then it hit me. I was looking at their lifestyle through a lens tinted with the values that I grew up with and still reside within me. I needed to change that lens, at least when judging or interacting with these families. My values are an important part of who I am, but they are not their values. I had to respect that. There would still be moments of frustration, and that is what this blog, my reflection journal, is for. It will be a place to examine the events of the day. What went well? What was frustrating? How did I deal with that frustration? What are some things I could try next time?
One student I have been struggling with had a bad day. He did not engage with the literacy support teacher and spoke to her in a loud voice using negative talk. He left the room without letting an adult know and took items from the snack tray without permission. I followed him and reminded him that he needed to ask before leaving the room or taking items from the snack tray. His behaviour was not okay. I was frustrated mostly by his rudeness to another adult who was trying so hard to work with him.
A plan was made. Hall passes were created. When he needs to leave (or an adult thinks he needs to leave) he takes a pass and can take a short walk. Expectations were discussed with him. This would be implemented on a trial basis. I admit that before I reached this breaking point I would have been reluctant to let a grade one wander the halls. In fact, I confess to uncharitable thoughts towards teachers who let there students do so. Now, I was willing to try anything. He wasn't doing work in class anyway, so the reality was he wasn't going to miss much anyway. This was the first shift in my thinking. I moved from "He is capable so he will do this work before I grant him any privileges" to "He will not demonstrate his potential until he is ready to and disciplinary measures won't change that."
As the plan wasn't going to be introduced until the next day, the remainder of the day was chaos. He disappeared from another class, resulting in a search by another adult. After school his mother (pregnant with her fourth child.....seventh in the blended family) was over 30 minutes late. He had been instructed by his big sister to remain on the playground to wait for their mother while she was in an after school playground. Instead he wandered thew halls, shouting and kicking his backpack until he was eventually ushered out.
I have opinions about bringing another child in the world when you can't adequately feed or otherwise care for existing children but I managed to keep these thoughts to myself. I did wait for the mother and reinforced how important it was to pick her children up on time. She said she had a plan and I simply pointed out that it hadn't worked so maybe other arrangements needed to be made.
I reminded myself that this mother is doing the best that she can. She is overwhelmed. Yes, that situation is of her own making but, again, I am looking at her life choices through my lens. All I can do is find ways to support her (and retain what little of my own sanity that is left) so that these children have the best chance possible to become productive, happy citizens as adults.
Tomorrow is a new day
The grass has riz.
I wonder where
the class I knew is....
Just before spring break I recognized that both my students and I were in desperate need of a break. Their behaviour was rapidly going downhill and my patience was wearing thin.
I decided to become more pro-active rather than reactive. These little six and seven year-olds deserved my best. By golly, that's what they were going to get.
This meant I had to unpack some emotional baggage. I was becoming increasingly frustrated with what I was witnessing in many families. I didn't understand decisions they were making.
Then it hit me. I was looking at their lifestyle through a lens tinted with the values that I grew up with and still reside within me. I needed to change that lens, at least when judging or interacting with these families. My values are an important part of who I am, but they are not their values. I had to respect that. There would still be moments of frustration, and that is what this blog, my reflection journal, is for. It will be a place to examine the events of the day. What went well? What was frustrating? How did I deal with that frustration? What are some things I could try next time?
One student I have been struggling with had a bad day. He did not engage with the literacy support teacher and spoke to her in a loud voice using negative talk. He left the room without letting an adult know and took items from the snack tray without permission. I followed him and reminded him that he needed to ask before leaving the room or taking items from the snack tray. His behaviour was not okay. I was frustrated mostly by his rudeness to another adult who was trying so hard to work with him.
A plan was made. Hall passes were created. When he needs to leave (or an adult thinks he needs to leave) he takes a pass and can take a short walk. Expectations were discussed with him. This would be implemented on a trial basis. I admit that before I reached this breaking point I would have been reluctant to let a grade one wander the halls. In fact, I confess to uncharitable thoughts towards teachers who let there students do so. Now, I was willing to try anything. He wasn't doing work in class anyway, so the reality was he wasn't going to miss much anyway. This was the first shift in my thinking. I moved from "He is capable so he will do this work before I grant him any privileges" to "He will not demonstrate his potential until he is ready to and disciplinary measures won't change that."
As the plan wasn't going to be introduced until the next day, the remainder of the day was chaos. He disappeared from another class, resulting in a search by another adult. After school his mother (pregnant with her fourth child.....seventh in the blended family) was over 30 minutes late. He had been instructed by his big sister to remain on the playground to wait for their mother while she was in an after school playground. Instead he wandered thew halls, shouting and kicking his backpack until he was eventually ushered out.
I have opinions about bringing another child in the world when you can't adequately feed or otherwise care for existing children but I managed to keep these thoughts to myself. I did wait for the mother and reinforced how important it was to pick her children up on time. She said she had a plan and I simply pointed out that it hadn't worked so maybe other arrangements needed to be made.
I reminded myself that this mother is doing the best that she can. She is overwhelmed. Yes, that situation is of her own making but, again, I am looking at her life choices through my lens. All I can do is find ways to support her (and retain what little of my own sanity that is left) so that these children have the best chance possible to become productive, happy citizens as adults.
Tomorrow is a new day
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Interview with a Practicing Online Educator
When the opportunity to attend a conference in Vegas arose I jumped at it. Who wouldn't? A chance to ride the Manhattan Express; take in the view from the top of the Stratosphere; attend a performance of Cirque du Soleil; and participate in professional development. It was too good to be true.
What I wasn't expecting was the chance to chat with a practitioner in my field of focus for my graduate studies. I am new to the world of online teaching and learning and overwhelmed by the wealth of resources and educational theories that exist. When I had the opportunity to engage in dialogue with someone currently working in the field of online education I felt an adrenaline rush not all that different from when I did the loop-the-loop on the roller coaster at New York, New York.
I constructed some questions that addressed the current areas of study in the course I was taking and equipped myself with a pen and notebook (roaming charges precluded me using my smartphone as a recording device) and waited for an opportune moment to get an exclusive. I imagined this must have been what Lois Lane felt like interviewing Superman. I was excited and nervous all at once.
The first question I posed was whether or not she felt there was a difference between online and face-to-face teaching and learning. My expert addressed the benefits she experienced as an educator, such as the convenience of being able to work where and when she opted, thus freeing her to be more available for her family. I agree that is a benefit for both teachers and students but it didn't really answer my question. What I really wanted to know was how the planning process differed. What considerations must an educator take into account in order to move from a face-to-face teaching environment to an online or blended environment? Lesson number one for this fledgling journalist....construct your questions carefully.
Next I asked if her teaching was influenced by any particular learner theories. My response was a vaguely puzzled expression. I clarified by asking if she applied more of a bahviourist, constructivist or connectivist approach. I could see the neuropathways lighting up as she recalled some of her earlier formal studies. She cited all of them as shaping her program. Lesson number two for this inexperienced interviewer - don't assume prior knowledge.
My third question addressed learning styles. I wanted to know if she felt that online education was better suited to one style of learner than another. While she acknowledge that it is possible for all learners to be successful, kinesthetic and visual learners likely struggle more. Lesson number three - include icebreakers at the beginning of an interview because the subject will likely need time to feel comfortable and get into the right mindset. My subject seemed much more at ease now and her answers were more thoughtful and confident.
Finally I asked about the challenges posed by introducing online or blended models of instruction in primary classrooms. She agreed that this was challenging. She directed me towards a tool called Zoom. I was pleased to have a tangible takeaway from the interview; something I could go and explore and maybe utilize in my own practice.
My quasi-ambush interview may not have been peppered with "aha" moments but it was by no means a disaster. I realized that while I had not previously given much conscious thought to which learning theories influenced my practice, I was not alone. I could move forward in my ongoing quest to become a more effective teacher and stop beating myself up. I also realized that I made the right choice in pursuing teaching rather than journalism. I will leave that to Lois Lane.
What I wasn't expecting was the chance to chat with a practitioner in my field of focus for my graduate studies. I am new to the world of online teaching and learning and overwhelmed by the wealth of resources and educational theories that exist. When I had the opportunity to engage in dialogue with someone currently working in the field of online education I felt an adrenaline rush not all that different from when I did the loop-the-loop on the roller coaster at New York, New York.
I constructed some questions that addressed the current areas of study in the course I was taking and equipped myself with a pen and notebook (roaming charges precluded me using my smartphone as a recording device) and waited for an opportune moment to get an exclusive. I imagined this must have been what Lois Lane felt like interviewing Superman. I was excited and nervous all at once.
The first question I posed was whether or not she felt there was a difference between online and face-to-face teaching and learning. My expert addressed the benefits she experienced as an educator, such as the convenience of being able to work where and when she opted, thus freeing her to be more available for her family. I agree that is a benefit for both teachers and students but it didn't really answer my question. What I really wanted to know was how the planning process differed. What considerations must an educator take into account in order to move from a face-to-face teaching environment to an online or blended environment? Lesson number one for this fledgling journalist....construct your questions carefully.
Next I asked if her teaching was influenced by any particular learner theories. My response was a vaguely puzzled expression. I clarified by asking if she applied more of a bahviourist, constructivist or connectivist approach. I could see the neuropathways lighting up as she recalled some of her earlier formal studies. She cited all of them as shaping her program. Lesson number two for this inexperienced interviewer - don't assume prior knowledge.
My third question addressed learning styles. I wanted to know if she felt that online education was better suited to one style of learner than another. While she acknowledge that it is possible for all learners to be successful, kinesthetic and visual learners likely struggle more. Lesson number three - include icebreakers at the beginning of an interview because the subject will likely need time to feel comfortable and get into the right mindset. My subject seemed much more at ease now and her answers were more thoughtful and confident.
Finally I asked about the challenges posed by introducing online or blended models of instruction in primary classrooms. She agreed that this was challenging. She directed me towards a tool called Zoom. I was pleased to have a tangible takeaway from the interview; something I could go and explore and maybe utilize in my own practice.
My quasi-ambush interview may not have been peppered with "aha" moments but it was by no means a disaster. I realized that while I had not previously given much conscious thought to which learning theories influenced my practice, I was not alone. I could move forward in my ongoing quest to become a more effective teacher and stop beating myself up. I also realized that I made the right choice in pursuing teaching rather than journalism. I will leave that to Lois Lane.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Grow dendrites, grow....
The thing that I like best about pursuing my post graduate studies is being introduced to new things. Along with the expected professional reading I have also had the opportunity to play around with Wordle, infographs, SmartArt and google docs. These are probably familiar to many of you but to me, they were new tools to complement my learning. Some took lots of trial and even more error to master but in the end I was rewarded with a sense of satisfaction at having mastered something new and even had a little fun.
Brain research tells us that to keep our neurons healthy we must exercise our brain by challenging ourselves to learn new things. I am proud to say that my brain is tired but likely healthier for being pushed harder than it has in a while.
So take my advice. Challenge yourself. Keep those neurons healthy. You'll thank yourself later.
Brain research tells us that to keep our neurons healthy we must exercise our brain by challenging ourselves to learn new things. I am proud to say that my brain is tired but likely healthier for being pushed harder than it has in a while.
So take my advice. Challenge yourself. Keep those neurons healthy. You'll thank yourself later.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Squirrel!
I admit it. I am a fan of animated movies. Among my favourites is the Pixar classic "Up." I am particularly partial to the dog, Dug, who is easily distracted by anything that moves, especially squirrels.
Now that I have begun my post-graduate studies I don't expected that I will have much time to indulge my fondness for animated movies. But the characters, like Dug, are always with me.
Yesterday I sat down at my shiny new laptop/tablet to begin my assigned readings. I armed myself with a beverage and snacks and made myself comfortable on the couch. The television was off. I had created an ideal, distraction free environment for studying.
Or so I thought.
Within five minutes I was squinting at the computer screen and immediately decided I needed an extra pair of glasses so I had a pair at home and at work. Half an hour later I had successfully ordered a pretty purple pair online, scheduled for delivery in two days. (squirrel)
I refocused myself on the assigned reading. It was quite engaging but before long that beverage I mentioned having at my work station had found its way through me and I needed a bathroom break. I was back in front of my screen before long, trying my best to absorb the wisdom being transferred to me via today's most recent technology. (squirrel)
And then my dog needed to go out. He is old and his bladder isn't what it used to be so I obligingly escorted him out to the yard so that he could do his business. My legs had needed a stretch anyway so it was all for the best. (squirrel)
As I sat truly entranced by the evolution of educational technology I was reminded of the website I had created for my class some six years ago. I had put a lot of effort into it and it had been very useful. The parents had liked the links to educational websites that I had included. I decided that it was time I tried to find the URL of that website and see if the links still worked. There were likely some links that were obsolete and new links that should be added. Before I procrastinated and neglected this important task I toggled to another window and successfully found the site and tested some of the links. (squirrel)
Satisfied that once tech support got back to me with my password so I could edit the site and use it as a valuable tool in teaching program again, I toggled back to the screen with my assigned reading. It wasn't a heavy assignment but it was taking longer than I imagined to get through the first pages.
Proud that I had avoided distractions such as music and television and phone calls I continued to scroll through the pages. I continued to make connections with the content of the articles. There were references to blogs and I was reminded about the blog I had begun years ago and suddenly abandoned. I wondered if I could find it. After all, I had successfully found my old website so there was a good chance I could find my blog as well. (squirrel)
As luck would have it, I was on a roll. My blog was still active! I quickly created a short entry, reinspired to record my experiences and thoughts for posterity. Brimming with satisfaction I returned to my reading. I made a mental note to reserve more time for my readings in the future as they were proving to be more time-consuming than I had anticipated.
Finally I came to the last paragraph. Done! Week One's readings were complete. I was proud of myself for my dedication and ability to avoid distractions. It hadn't been easy. Other people might have been tempted to raid the fridge to procrastinate. Others might have picked up the phone and reconnected with a long lost friend. Some might have felt the urge to plug in some upbeat music and take a dance break. Not me. I had been focused.
I can hardly wait until next week.
Hey, did anyone else just see that squirrel?
Signed,
Dug
Now that I have begun my post-graduate studies I don't expected that I will have much time to indulge my fondness for animated movies. But the characters, like Dug, are always with me.
Yesterday I sat down at my shiny new laptop/tablet to begin my assigned readings. I armed myself with a beverage and snacks and made myself comfortable on the couch. The television was off. I had created an ideal, distraction free environment for studying.
Or so I thought.
Within five minutes I was squinting at the computer screen and immediately decided I needed an extra pair of glasses so I had a pair at home and at work. Half an hour later I had successfully ordered a pretty purple pair online, scheduled for delivery in two days. (squirrel)
I refocused myself on the assigned reading. It was quite engaging but before long that beverage I mentioned having at my work station had found its way through me and I needed a bathroom break. I was back in front of my screen before long, trying my best to absorb the wisdom being transferred to me via today's most recent technology. (squirrel)
And then my dog needed to go out. He is old and his bladder isn't what it used to be so I obligingly escorted him out to the yard so that he could do his business. My legs had needed a stretch anyway so it was all for the best. (squirrel)
As I sat truly entranced by the evolution of educational technology I was reminded of the website I had created for my class some six years ago. I had put a lot of effort into it and it had been very useful. The parents had liked the links to educational websites that I had included. I decided that it was time I tried to find the URL of that website and see if the links still worked. There were likely some links that were obsolete and new links that should be added. Before I procrastinated and neglected this important task I toggled to another window and successfully found the site and tested some of the links. (squirrel)
Satisfied that once tech support got back to me with my password so I could edit the site and use it as a valuable tool in teaching program again, I toggled back to the screen with my assigned reading. It wasn't a heavy assignment but it was taking longer than I imagined to get through the first pages.
Proud that I had avoided distractions such as music and television and phone calls I continued to scroll through the pages. I continued to make connections with the content of the articles. There were references to blogs and I was reminded about the blog I had begun years ago and suddenly abandoned. I wondered if I could find it. After all, I had successfully found my old website so there was a good chance I could find my blog as well. (squirrel)
As luck would have it, I was on a roll. My blog was still active! I quickly created a short entry, reinspired to record my experiences and thoughts for posterity. Brimming with satisfaction I returned to my reading. I made a mental note to reserve more time for my readings in the future as they were proving to be more time-consuming than I had anticipated.
Finally I came to the last paragraph. Done! Week One's readings were complete. I was proud of myself for my dedication and ability to avoid distractions. It hadn't been easy. Other people might have been tempted to raid the fridge to procrastinate. Others might have picked up the phone and reconnected with a long lost friend. Some might have felt the urge to plug in some upbeat music and take a dance break. Not me. I had been focused.
I can hardly wait until next week.
Hey, did anyone else just see that squirrel?
Signed,
Dug
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Every long journey starts with a single step
Last spring, after participating in two online courses, I decided to pursue my dream of working on my Masters degree. I carefully considered the many options available and eventually decided to enroll in an Online Learning and Teaching program. As the material; would almost exclusively be delivered online I tested my commitment to the process by registering for a couple not for credit online courses on a subject that interested me. I was excited! I completed one course in two weeks and another in three. (I am still working on another...) The platform seemed to suit me. Armed with a new $1300 device and a great deal of enthusiasm I was prepared to begin my post graduate studies.
After months of anticipation the first online session was about to begin. I had practiced accessing the university website that contained the course material and discussion boards and felt prepared for the big day. I was taking that first step forward.
Then came the proverbial two steps back.
I typed the URL given to the students by the professor into my web browser more than twenty minutes prior to the session and....nothing. I tried downloading the required java updates.....nothing. I tried accessing the site on a different device....nothing. Frustration grew. Frustration turned into anger. Anger turned into tears. My enthusiasm had waned, replaced by despair. If this was the world of online learning, I was convinced it wasn't for me.
It is not within me, however, to quit. Taking several deep breaths (and a sip of the sugary, caffeinated soda I had given up eight months ago) I decided to try one last time on my old laptop. I crossed my fingers. I crossed my toes. I probably even crossed my eyes.
And......success!
With a few additional clicks I was live on the interactive site, viewing the professor's slide show and listening to her explain how the first week would unfold. I felt the tension dissipate from my being and a sense of relief washed over me. I could do this!
What did I learn from this experience?
First, life-long learning requires passion and genuine interest in a topic.
Second, persistence is a virtue that will reap rewards in the end.
And finally, along with "My dog ate my homework" I will now always accept "I experienced technical difficulties" as a legitimate excuse when my students hand in assignments late.
After months of anticipation the first online session was about to begin. I had practiced accessing the university website that contained the course material and discussion boards and felt prepared for the big day. I was taking that first step forward.
Then came the proverbial two steps back.
I typed the URL given to the students by the professor into my web browser more than twenty minutes prior to the session and....nothing. I tried downloading the required java updates.....nothing. I tried accessing the site on a different device....nothing. Frustration grew. Frustration turned into anger. Anger turned into tears. My enthusiasm had waned, replaced by despair. If this was the world of online learning, I was convinced it wasn't for me.
It is not within me, however, to quit. Taking several deep breaths (and a sip of the sugary, caffeinated soda I had given up eight months ago) I decided to try one last time on my old laptop. I crossed my fingers. I crossed my toes. I probably even crossed my eyes.
And......success!
With a few additional clicks I was live on the interactive site, viewing the professor's slide show and listening to her explain how the first week would unfold. I felt the tension dissipate from my being and a sense of relief washed over me. I could do this!
What did I learn from this experience?
First, life-long learning requires passion and genuine interest in a topic.
Second, persistence is a virtue that will reap rewards in the end.
And finally, along with "My dog ate my homework" I will now always accept "I experienced technical difficulties" as a legitimate excuse when my students hand in assignments late.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Life Is NOT a Box of Chocolates
I hate to contradict the profound words of wisdom given to Forest Gump by his revered mother, but life is NOT like a box of chocolates. No. It is more like a game of Poker.
Life deals everybody a different hand. Some are better than others. Too often people focus on the cards in their hand. They lose sight of the reigning principle of Poker.
At the end of the game it isn't always the person with the best hand that walks away with the pot. Frequently it's the best bluffer, the person who convinces others that they have the winning hand.
So believe in your hand. Truly believe in it. And convince others that you believe in it. That is the key to success. That's how you walk away a winner.
Life deals everybody a different hand. Some are better than others. Too often people focus on the cards in their hand. They lose sight of the reigning principle of Poker.
At the end of the game it isn't always the person with the best hand that walks away with the pot. Frequently it's the best bluffer, the person who convinces others that they have the winning hand.
So believe in your hand. Truly believe in it. And convince others that you believe in it. That is the key to success. That's how you walk away a winner.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I Can Imagine
I was not there,
but I can imagine.
I can imagine the tears running down a mother's cheek as she hugs her son good-bye.
I can imagine the anxiety of the young man touching ground on foreign soil, not knowing what to expect.
I can imagine the deafening sound of artillery fire.
I can imagine the damp cold that seeps right into the bones of the young man huddled in a muddy trench.
I can imagine the terror of looking into the eyes of an enemy and knowing it may be the last thing you see.
I can imagine the pain and sorrow of watching friends die horribly and painfully.
Thankfully,
I can also imagine a world of peace.
I can imagine a world where the human race no longer fights over arbitrary borders, power or beliefs.
I can imagine a world where guns are silenced.
I can imagine a world where all children grow up in peace.
I can imagine a world of cooperation and not conflict.
I can imagine a world where love is more powerful than hatred.
I can imagine a world without war.
Yes,
I can imagine.
but I can imagine.
I can imagine the tears running down a mother's cheek as she hugs her son good-bye.
I can imagine the anxiety of the young man touching ground on foreign soil, not knowing what to expect.
I can imagine the deafening sound of artillery fire.
I can imagine the damp cold that seeps right into the bones of the young man huddled in a muddy trench.
I can imagine the terror of looking into the eyes of an enemy and knowing it may be the last thing you see.
I can imagine the pain and sorrow of watching friends die horribly and painfully.
Thankfully,
I can also imagine a world of peace.
I can imagine a world where the human race no longer fights over arbitrary borders, power or beliefs.
I can imagine a world where guns are silenced.
I can imagine a world where all children grow up in peace.
I can imagine a world of cooperation and not conflict.
I can imagine a world where love is more powerful than hatred.
I can imagine a world without war.
Yes,
I can imagine.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Just Whistle While You Work...
You may recall that a few posts ago I mentioned that I was still awaiting employment for the year. I may have said that I don't dwell on it; that I just wait for the roulette wheel to stop spinning and take advantage of the free time.
Perhaps I lied.
I must confess that yesterday I was a little stressed. Yesterday was the day that the school district was expected to have reviewed any requests by administrators for additional classes based on increased enrollment. I had it on good authority that I was VERY high on the recall list (maybe as high as second) so once those classes were approved I was pretty much a shoe-in for getting my pick of jobs. So while I waited for the phone to ring I did what I do when I am stressed or have nervous energy to expend.....I cleaned.
Odd, I know. I don't binge eat. I don't pace. I don't bite my nails. I clean.
This is an especially odd habit as I do not profess to be the world's best housekeeper. With two long-haired animals living in the house I have given up the battle against pet hair. I vacuum once - perhaps twice - a week and try to ignore the loose clumps of hair lying around the rest of the time.
So yesterday I attacked the build up of dust, dirt, hair and clutter with a vengeance. You kow those knick knacks that reside above your cupboards? I cleaned all those with Lysol wipes and dusted the tops of the cupboards with my Swiffer duster. I pledged my wood cupboard doors. I removed everything from my kitchen counters, wiped everything off and disinfected the counters before returning everything to its place. My kitchen sparkled. It would have been an excellent night to come for dinner.
Next I tackled the bathroom. Ugly job but when you live alone there's no one to delegate it to. I tried delegating it to Tucker once. Instead of cleaning the toilet bowl he just drank from it.
So, donning my rubber gloves, I removed everything from the windowsill and counter, wiped them off just as I did with the kitchen clutter, disinfected the counter and returned everything to its rightful place. I even sorted through my jewelry and organized it in the beautiful wooden jewelry box I never use. It now has a place of honour and maybe I'll get into the habit of wearing some of the nioce pieces I own (not likely but I tend to be an optimist).
So a few hours later I had a sparkling kitchen and a sanitary bathroom....but the phone had not rung. All was not lost. I still had a mountain of laundry to fold. That would keep me busy for another hour if need be.
At 5:15 the phone finally rang. I don't know if my feet even touched the ground as I raced to answer it. As expected it was the staffing officer for elementary schools. I'm sure I was beaming. A job! At long last...a job! What would be? I could hardly wait the curiouslity was eating at me.
She offered me a grade 4/5 class (full-time) and mentioned that there were also two 1/2 Kindergarten classes available. I would still have to apply to be in the class permanently but I didn't care....I was going to be teaching!
I accepted the grade 4/5 position. I had been hoping for something younger (grade 2 or 3) but anything below grade 6 was bearable. I could hardly wait to get into the class and set it up and start planning.
That was when she broke the not-so-great news to me.
There were only the two full-time jobs and I was THIRD in line. I had been offered the position temporarily until it was filled because she hadn't been able to get through to one of the people ahead of me. Two jobs....third in line. I wasn't liking the math.
Ever the optimist I am choosing to believe that a) another even BETTER job will surface in the next week that I will be the successful candidate for or b) One of the people ahead of me will choose not to apply for some reason.
In the meantime, I have a very clean kitchen and bathroom and at least a week of full-time work.
Definitely could be worse :-)
Perhaps I lied.
I must confess that yesterday I was a little stressed. Yesterday was the day that the school district was expected to have reviewed any requests by administrators for additional classes based on increased enrollment. I had it on good authority that I was VERY high on the recall list (maybe as high as second) so once those classes were approved I was pretty much a shoe-in for getting my pick of jobs. So while I waited for the phone to ring I did what I do when I am stressed or have nervous energy to expend.....I cleaned.
Odd, I know. I don't binge eat. I don't pace. I don't bite my nails. I clean.
This is an especially odd habit as I do not profess to be the world's best housekeeper. With two long-haired animals living in the house I have given up the battle against pet hair. I vacuum once - perhaps twice - a week and try to ignore the loose clumps of hair lying around the rest of the time.
So yesterday I attacked the build up of dust, dirt, hair and clutter with a vengeance. You kow those knick knacks that reside above your cupboards? I cleaned all those with Lysol wipes and dusted the tops of the cupboards with my Swiffer duster. I pledged my wood cupboard doors. I removed everything from my kitchen counters, wiped everything off and disinfected the counters before returning everything to its place. My kitchen sparkled. It would have been an excellent night to come for dinner.
Next I tackled the bathroom. Ugly job but when you live alone there's no one to delegate it to. I tried delegating it to Tucker once. Instead of cleaning the toilet bowl he just drank from it.
So, donning my rubber gloves, I removed everything from the windowsill and counter, wiped them off just as I did with the kitchen clutter, disinfected the counter and returned everything to its rightful place. I even sorted through my jewelry and organized it in the beautiful wooden jewelry box I never use. It now has a place of honour and maybe I'll get into the habit of wearing some of the nioce pieces I own (not likely but I tend to be an optimist).
So a few hours later I had a sparkling kitchen and a sanitary bathroom....but the phone had not rung. All was not lost. I still had a mountain of laundry to fold. That would keep me busy for another hour if need be.
At 5:15 the phone finally rang. I don't know if my feet even touched the ground as I raced to answer it. As expected it was the staffing officer for elementary schools. I'm sure I was beaming. A job! At long last...a job! What would be? I could hardly wait the curiouslity was eating at me.
She offered me a grade 4/5 class (full-time) and mentioned that there were also two 1/2 Kindergarten classes available. I would still have to apply to be in the class permanently but I didn't care....I was going to be teaching!
I accepted the grade 4/5 position. I had been hoping for something younger (grade 2 or 3) but anything below grade 6 was bearable. I could hardly wait to get into the class and set it up and start planning.
That was when she broke the not-so-great news to me.
There were only the two full-time jobs and I was THIRD in line. I had been offered the position temporarily until it was filled because she hadn't been able to get through to one of the people ahead of me. Two jobs....third in line. I wasn't liking the math.
Ever the optimist I am choosing to believe that a) another even BETTER job will surface in the next week that I will be the successful candidate for or b) One of the people ahead of me will choose not to apply for some reason.
In the meantime, I have a very clean kitchen and bathroom and at least a week of full-time work.
Definitely could be worse :-)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
All Creatures Great and Small
Being an animal lover is a very big part of my identity. There have ALWAYS been inimals in the house. The first pet I have memories of is Fluffy. Original name, I know. Fortunately I can't take credit. I was just a toddler when we got him.
Fluffy was a multi-coloured, long-haired, mixed-breed cat. I adored him. The first thing I would do when I would come home was look for him. He was generally easy to find. He was a bit on the lazy side and didn't wander far from the Lazy-boy recliner he was usually curled up on. He must have been very patient and tolerant because I'm sure I carried him around the house constantly.
I still remember the day Fluffy passed away. I was in grade one. Death was something I hadn't personally experienced yet. It was a very abstract concept.
I came gome from school and immediately began my search for Fluffy. I checked his usual retreat on the recliner and when he wasn't there I found my Dad and asked him if he knew where Fluffy was.
I'm sure my Dad had been dreading that moment. The moment when he had to try to explain to his baby girl that her beloved pet was gone forever. Apparantly he decided that the simple truth would be best. He matter-of-factly told me, "I'm sorry. Fluffy is dead."
Death at that point meant nothing to me. I simply responded, "No he's not. Where is he?" My Dad calmly repeated that Fluffy had been sick and he died.
Still unconvinced I searched the house. I distinctly remember checking the furnace room. That must have been another of Fluffy's favourite spots although aside from that particular day I don't remember looking for him there.
I am not sure how long I searched for Fluffy, refusing to accept that he could possibly be gone for my world. I'm sure it broke my Dad'd heart, watching his girl search in vain for the friend he knew was gone for good. He let me keep searching, somehow knowing that until I had looked everywhere I wouldn't be able to accept that Fluffy was gone.
I don't remember the tears, although I am sure I became inconsolable once the reality set in. I have had many pets since Fluffy. I have had cats, dogs, hamsters and fish (which my Mom says I should just flush right down the toilet rather than bother putting them in the tank because I kill them so fast) I have loved them all and grieved for them when their time has come.
So this posting is in loving memory of all the animals who have enriched my life: Fluffy, Penny, Wrecks, Betelguese, Zazzy, Missy and Dooftac (Catfood spelled backwards.....he was my first fish). Thanks for teaching me about loyalty, unconditional love and the fact that the bond of friendship lasts far beyond our existence in this world.
Fluffy was a multi-coloured, long-haired, mixed-breed cat. I adored him. The first thing I would do when I would come home was look for him. He was generally easy to find. He was a bit on the lazy side and didn't wander far from the Lazy-boy recliner he was usually curled up on. He must have been very patient and tolerant because I'm sure I carried him around the house constantly.
I still remember the day Fluffy passed away. I was in grade one. Death was something I hadn't personally experienced yet. It was a very abstract concept.
I came gome from school and immediately began my search for Fluffy. I checked his usual retreat on the recliner and when he wasn't there I found my Dad and asked him if he knew where Fluffy was.
I'm sure my Dad had been dreading that moment. The moment when he had to try to explain to his baby girl that her beloved pet was gone forever. Apparantly he decided that the simple truth would be best. He matter-of-factly told me, "I'm sorry. Fluffy is dead."
Death at that point meant nothing to me. I simply responded, "No he's not. Where is he?" My Dad calmly repeated that Fluffy had been sick and he died.
Still unconvinced I searched the house. I distinctly remember checking the furnace room. That must have been another of Fluffy's favourite spots although aside from that particular day I don't remember looking for him there.
I am not sure how long I searched for Fluffy, refusing to accept that he could possibly be gone for my world. I'm sure it broke my Dad'd heart, watching his girl search in vain for the friend he knew was gone for good. He let me keep searching, somehow knowing that until I had looked everywhere I wouldn't be able to accept that Fluffy was gone.
I don't remember the tears, although I am sure I became inconsolable once the reality set in. I have had many pets since Fluffy. I have had cats, dogs, hamsters and fish (which my Mom says I should just flush right down the toilet rather than bother putting them in the tank because I kill them so fast) I have loved them all and grieved for them when their time has come.
So this posting is in loving memory of all the animals who have enriched my life: Fluffy, Penny, Wrecks, Betelguese, Zazzy, Missy and Dooftac (Catfood spelled backwards.....he was my first fish). Thanks for teaching me about loyalty, unconditional love and the fact that the bond of friendship lasts far beyond our existence in this world.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Grass Is Always Greener
Yesterday I had a very interesting phone call with my best friend. I love my best friend. She is one of the most intelligent, competent, hardworking, and compassionate people I know. I admire her greatly. She has proven to be a true friend these past couple of years.
It's not often that my friend catches me by surprise. Part of the reason our friendship is so strong is that we are alike in so many ways. This day, however, I was surprised.
Both of us have crazy busy lives. It's next to impossible for us to schedule face-to-face visits. I normally leave it to her to phone or arrange a get-together so the timing is convenient for her. This particular day we were discussing the possibility of signing up for yoga together. I heard her sigh, obviously frustrated with how difficult it was for her to schedule any time for herself. She finally said, "I wish I had all your free time."
Free time? I had never thought of myself as having an abundance of free time. I worked full-time as a teacher and also worked Saturdays (and some evenings and Sundays) at a second part-time job. Routinely working six or sometimes seven days a week meant days off were rare. Sadly, these days were usually occupied with glamourous tasks such as vacuuming, washing floors, and dealing with the pile of laundry that rivaled Everest in its height.
In all honesty, I had often envied her the time off that she had. While I work in excess of full-time and have no one to share the burden of household chores or finances, she works 3 or 4 days outside the home and then has the remainder of the week to devote herself to the important task of raising two children and running a household. I often dreamed of having 3 or 4 days a week to get stuff done around the house and spend with loved ones. To top it off, while I worked three to 5 days a week during the summer she had all ten weeks off. Ten weeks to spend playing with her kids, taking off to Vancouver for the weekend with her husband, taking the kids on an overnight adventure on the train to Victoria, escaping to Vernon for a few days to catch up with some old girlfriends, and even flying to Ontario to visit relatives for a couple weeks. I was lucky to get to the PNE in Vancouver and Butchart Gardens in Victria!
It got me thinking about the old saying, "The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Fence." I always understood that my best friend was busy and that raising a family was a time-consuming endeavour. That was why I tried not to take it personally when we weren't able to get together as often as I liked. I never dreamed she envied me my non-existent free-time! I suppose when you share a house with a husband and two kids under five, living by yourself with only a dog demanding your attention might have its appeal.....even if you are seldom home to enjoy the solitude.
So I vow to not take for granted the peace and quiet that I will likely one day long for. In return I ask those of you who are fortunate enough to only work part-time and have a partner to assist with household chores and finances....don't take for granted the time you have with your family or the fact that you don't have to do everything all alone.
It's not often that my friend catches me by surprise. Part of the reason our friendship is so strong is that we are alike in so many ways. This day, however, I was surprised.
Both of us have crazy busy lives. It's next to impossible for us to schedule face-to-face visits. I normally leave it to her to phone or arrange a get-together so the timing is convenient for her. This particular day we were discussing the possibility of signing up for yoga together. I heard her sigh, obviously frustrated with how difficult it was for her to schedule any time for herself. She finally said, "I wish I had all your free time."
Free time? I had never thought of myself as having an abundance of free time. I worked full-time as a teacher and also worked Saturdays (and some evenings and Sundays) at a second part-time job. Routinely working six or sometimes seven days a week meant days off were rare. Sadly, these days were usually occupied with glamourous tasks such as vacuuming, washing floors, and dealing with the pile of laundry that rivaled Everest in its height.
In all honesty, I had often envied her the time off that she had. While I work in excess of full-time and have no one to share the burden of household chores or finances, she works 3 or 4 days outside the home and then has the remainder of the week to devote herself to the important task of raising two children and running a household. I often dreamed of having 3 or 4 days a week to get stuff done around the house and spend with loved ones. To top it off, while I worked three to 5 days a week during the summer she had all ten weeks off. Ten weeks to spend playing with her kids, taking off to Vancouver for the weekend with her husband, taking the kids on an overnight adventure on the train to Victoria, escaping to Vernon for a few days to catch up with some old girlfriends, and even flying to Ontario to visit relatives for a couple weeks. I was lucky to get to the PNE in Vancouver and Butchart Gardens in Victria!
It got me thinking about the old saying, "The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Fence." I always understood that my best friend was busy and that raising a family was a time-consuming endeavour. That was why I tried not to take it personally when we weren't able to get together as often as I liked. I never dreamed she envied me my non-existent free-time! I suppose when you share a house with a husband and two kids under five, living by yourself with only a dog demanding your attention might have its appeal.....even if you are seldom home to enjoy the solitude.
So I vow to not take for granted the peace and quiet that I will likely one day long for. In return I ask those of you who are fortunate enough to only work part-time and have a partner to assist with household chores and finances....don't take for granted the time you have with your family or the fact that you don't have to do everything all alone.
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