School starts this week, and for the first time in my life, I will not be attending. When I first started planning this post in my head last week, I thought I would feel sad at this moment. I imagined an empty ache would ring in my heart. But that’s not the feeling I am experiencing. Yes, it’s odd, but it’s also strangely exciting. There won’t be any papers to stress me out or discussions to attempt to stay awake during. Of course there also won’t be any friends to meet on the sidewalk or crazy late night study sessions. I can’t just waltz over across the hall to my friend’s room or tell someone to meet me for dinner in five minutes. Things get a bit more complicated from now on, but I’ve always liked a good complication to struggle with.
The most exciting part of this new step in my life is the possibility. My entire life lies before me. Yes, I kind of have a sense of what I want to do, but who knows where God might take me. In the immediate present, I am super excited about working with the BCM. I met with the leader today to discuss ideas and we are chock full. I sure hope those college students are ready for us. The elementary tutoring job is a bit daunting, but I am starting to realize that God can use me and mold me during this experience as well. He can teach me about being out of my comfort zone and give me an opportunity to share his love with some kids who might feel a bit unloved.
I do expect some loneliness and nostalgia simply because I’m not living in a dorm room with my best friend or going to classes every day. The pay is much better but the drive is farther. There are ups and downs to this next part of my life, but I think I’m ready to take it all in. God has so much in store for me and I’m just ready to be used for his purpose. After all, what else matters?
If you’ve been reading my blog for some time now, you know that I have this thing with cell phones. I’m just as guilty as you are about being on my phone when someone is talking to me, but it drives me crazy when someone does this to me, especially while I’m teaching. I’m feeling really old since now I can say, “when I was in school, students didn’t blatantly use their phone in class. At least we had the decency to hide our phones.” These seniors I’m student teaching for all have phones and all use their phones during class. If we were to take away all of the phones that are used in class, which is how phones were dealt with when I was in school, we would have every student’s phone (and the lead teacher’s phone. I really don’t understand why her phone rings during class, but that’s another issue.).
Long story short. Disconnect. If you’re in class or a meeting or church or talking to someone, have the respect to at least look up from your phone. Remember to live in the present rather than trying to live in the cellular world with someone else many miles (or feet) away. As I said before though, I’m preaching to myself just as much as I’m preaching to you.
Let’s all take a minute without our phones. Put it to the side and do something in entirety without checking it. Just see how much faster you can write a paper or how much more meaningful your conversation is without your phone. Or shocker, just see how much more you get out of a movie when you’re not texting. And for goodness sakes, let’s all stop texting while driving. It’s a bad idea.
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Tonight grading is on my mind since mid-term grades go out tomorrow. Several of the students are failing simply because they have not turned in assignments. My cooperating teacher’s policy on late work is that they will receive partial credit depending on how soon they turn it in. I like that she still allows them to turn in the work because the work is useful to their learning, but I don’t think their grade should suffer for it. For this reason I make sure to mark their original grade on the assignment before taking off for lateness. On the other hand I want students to become responsible young adults so there has to be some sort of penalty for late work.
Another dilemma about late work is the fact that some students will simply copy a friend’s paper that has been graded and handed back. When helping a failing student organize his binder, my cooperating teacher found another student’s graded work. Of course that sort of cheating could happen before the student turns in an assignment on time. I want all students to learn and if I believe that every assignment is of value then every student should attempt the assignment.
I’ve decided that homework , while it should receive a small grade so that students feel motivated to do it, should be more focused on comments to improve learning. To that end, I am fairly lenient when grading homework. I’ll give credit for close answers and then write notes to help the students improve their learning. Homework is supposed to be a form of practice, so I don’t feel that the students’ grades should suffer. I’m still in a bit of a moral dilemma about how to handle the inevitable late work.
Maybe some soon to be teachers or experienced teachers out there could share their ideas on grading and late work.
In middle school my friends and I passed notes during class. (It was one of my few digressions from good student.) Our method was to use a fairly small sheet of paper and stealthily write and pass. In seventh grade we even invented our own alphabet so if we got caught the teacher couldn’t read our oh so important notes.
Things have changed since then. The students at school did an exercise about non-fiction in social media where they were supposed to silently pass notes. It made me recollect my middle school escapades.
I wonder if children in school even pass notes on paper anymore. Or do they just text?
It’s crazy to think how much has changed since I was in school. I used a floppy disk to write my fourth grade portfolio. The internet was fairly new. I didn’t have a phone until 8th grade and that was only because I went on a trip without my mom. (That phone was basic too but I thought I was on top of the cool ladder.) Kindle and e-book was not even a thought. I walked to the public library to use the internet. I remember when smart boards were new. It was a big deal when my high school got wide screen tvs for every classroom.
I’m not wishing to go back to those days. For the most part the progress society has taken has been positive. It just makes me start to feel old. Alas, the world is always changing.
The philosophy of the school room in one generation will be the philosophy of government in the next. -Abraham Lincoln.
This quote was shared in a song last night at church. As a Christian who also aspires to be a teacher, this is a weight on my shoulders. The way that I teach English will affect how this country runs in the future. That means there has to be more to my job than teaching English. I love literature and the English language but I have to instill more than that into students in order to make a difference in the world.
During the early years of my education major studies at school, I was required to write what the school calls a philosophy of education. I wrote about things such as teaching the whole mind and instilling respect in my students. These are great things, but what is missing is how I’m going to deal with my own personal philosophy about life. I live as a child of God; I’ve been forgiven and shown awesome love. How can I go about sharing that philosophy of living life with students when the government says I cannot mix “religion” and school?
I know I can discuss religious matters when students bring the subject up for discussion but I want to influence students’ lives with God’s love. I want to be able to teach the Bible as more than just literature. I don’t want to skirt around religious topics in a piece of literature. Let’s be honest, most of the writings from pre-contemporary times had influences from religious thinking, and I might even venture to say that current ones do as well depending on how one defines religion. It’s inevitable that God will come up in the classroom.
I had a discussion about all of this with a couple of friends at lunch today. Both are Christians and one is planning to teach middle school math. Basically the only conclusion that we came to is that we can’t avoid this topic in school because that does not profit the students, but teachers also can’t force their ideas on students. It’s a fine balance that I’m not sure I’ve fully grappled enough with. I want to share God’s love but I also know of the restrictions placed on me.
Tonight after a meeting at work, I came back to my dorm and felt completely overwhelmed for the first time this semester. I really just felt like I was drowning in things to do, but I couldn’t put my finger on what needed to be done first. There were many things pressing on my mind concerning summer plans, homework, and work commitments. Drowning is the best way to describe the feeling, or rather gasping for air. I needed music.
I needed to remember that “it is well.” No matter what life and this world throws at me, God has it under control. Actually that’s been my mantra for a while. God has it all under control.
So I breathe and listen to this song.
Instead of trying to accomplish anything pressing, I decided to make a cake for a friend’s birthday. Shh…she doesn’t know. It is kinda pressing, because it’s on my list of things to do, but it doesn’t fall under the school or work category. I was very pleased with the outcome, but I think I should write a cookbook about cooking in a dorm room. I don’t have very many supplies such as measuring cups or mixing bowls. I do have tupperware with cup measures on the side and a cake pan, though. I made do.
I spread out all of the materials on my desk rather than carting it all down to the basement where the stove is. That way I could mix everything and only carry down the cake pan and dirty dishes. Hopefully the cake tastes as good as it looks and smells!
I recently came across a webpage that talked about how old kids from the 90s are becoming. It pointed out the current age of the Rugrats characters, talked about a commercial that used to come on, and it discussed how kids today don’t even know what they are pushing when they click the save button on Microsoft Word. That one really caught me.
It’s a floppy disk, for those of you too young to remember these. I sure do remember these. I remember saving my entire fourth grade portfolio to one of these little boogers. In fact, I still have that floppy disk where I saved my fourth grade portfolio, what little good that does me. It was a sad day this past summer when we finally moved our old Windows 98 computer to the garage and replaced it with a laptop. That old hunk of machinery had been sitting in that room so long, and I had typed many papers and played many games there. It didn’t have internet, ran as slow as a mouse, and had horrible graphics, but it still served its purpose. It also had something that my currently laptop lacks: a floppy disk drive AND a zip drive. Yeah, we were high tech! In fact, during my senior year of high school, my mom would still save her documents on a floppy disk and take them to school that way. There was no way to insert a jump drive into that antique.
What amazing me is that there might be the possibility that some children do not know what that symbol even is. They may never have seen a floppy disk. I feel old.