Parts of an Atom

Me: TNT, do you remember the parts of an atom from last year? TNT: YEAH! Its, uh.... the protonnnnn, the neutron and the..... MEGATRON!

Stressed Again

It is Sunday night and once again- I have a stomach ache. I am stressed out and The last thing I want to do is go back to that place. Under the thumb of a tyrant is no place for me. I just keep thinking about my kids. The second I see them, I will feel better. But now, instead of looking forward to next year, I am counting down the days until I can leave. I just have to hold on.

Job Searching Again

Well, I'm job searching again. We'll see where I end up this time.

We'd had a meeting in which the principal told us explicitly that she wanted us to be courageous and tell her exactly what was going wrong with the school so that when we are built out completely next year, we don't have the same problems. We then talked about happiness, and what it would look like for our students, and how to get there. In a small group, one teacher raised the question-- how do WE become happy first? We can't just scamper around in a field of daisies and fake happiness. But we need to feel it, not play-act it.

The teacher had a point. So I compiled a list of things that make me happy as a professional. Flexibility, feedback that is specific for how I teach, streamlined procedures, executable interventions etc. And then, I talked about other large-scale problems that are leading to teacher unhappiness. She wasn't happy to hear it, but she did thank me for telling her. Someone had to say something.

When I left, I actually felt pretty good. I was thinking, you know, maybe she'll actually listen. Maybe some things will actually change around here. Maybe I will stay another year and loop with my kids. I love my kids.

But then she called me in yesterday, and the first thing she did was put me in my place. Our kids can't chew gum, so she told me it was inappropriate for staff members to chew gum. It was setting a bad example. It was one thing to drink coffee, because you know, it is just hard to give that up (I don't drink coffee), but gum? That was just setting a bad example. I'm sure I might as well be smoking a joint.

Okay, I thought. I see how this is going to go. You didn't take anything I said seriously, you were just offended. And now I'm getting retaliation because you can't own up to the fact that, well, you won't really look at the problem at hand.

So, then she told me that in fact, I isolate myself and don't talk to people, so how could I know what others were thinking/feeling? She insinuated that all the negativity I talked about was from my own head, and that if other people did feel like this, it was because I planted that seed. In fact, I do talk to people. I just don't go to big, whole-staff events. I prefer to do my bonding in small groups rather than large ones. But I do check in with other teachers and talk quite often.

And then she told me that the reason other teachers are having such a struggle in their classrooms is because I let all the other teachers play bad-cop, and am the cool teacher that all the kids like. Yes, that's right. Because I don't give as many detentions, or catch as many dress code infractions, or sign up many mandatory study-hall kids..... that classroom management in other classes is suffering.

I'm sorry. My kids, for the most part, actually DO their homework, because I grade it every single day. So, they don't need study hall. And if they do, they come to tutoring instead because they seriously need my help. And I'm not a teacher who lets bad behavior slide. You are accountable for your actions. But, I'm not going to give you a detention for every little thing. Then, you're right, it does become punitive, and then it becomes a vicious spiral. You have to pick your battles and give them a little bit of wiggle room. I didn't say this.

I just sat and listened while she told me that if those of us who are the "cool teachers" actually start following the rules, and other teachers are still having these problems, well, then we can talk about changing the structures. But until then? Well, we are making life difficult for everyone else.

So, I talked with the teachers. Like I always do. And guess what? It isn't me or my relationships with the kids that is making them miserable. It's the damn structures. Because they don't. work. And they've been asking for help since October, and nothing's changed.

But according to my principal, the structures DO work. And she's "absolutely" given those struggling teachers everything they needed to be successful. All the support. Even though when a student shoves a teachers arm and walks into the classroom, nothing happens. Even though they refuse to change schedules to separate problematic clumps of kids. They just put teachers on improvement plans.

And they work? Why? Because we had a year of success? Because our kids can take standardized tests? Okay. Yes, you're right. They are good test takers. But you know what they can't do? Think. They have been taught to regurgitate facts that have been drilled into their heads. But they can't really analyze, they can't think outside the box, they can't apply their knowledge.

This school is shiny, shiny garbage. When someone comes in, it looks so amazing. The kids sit up straight and hold their hands high in the air. They follow the speaker with their heads like a cat chasing a laser pointer. And they're miserable, overworked, stressed out, and tired.

There are a handful of things I really like. My colleagues, my kids, our morning meetings and the small group of students that are "ours." Block scheduling. The beautiful building. But when everything else is broken, none of that matters. And now, once more, my heart hurts. I have to leave kids I love.

Handled.

"I will go to that school, and I don't care. I will cuss these teachers out. I will cuss your teacher out. If that little smart mouth English teacher gives me more attitude about my daughter not being able to pull up her grade, she's going to get a slap across her face. I'm not like my sister-- she's cool. She's collected. No, I will go and make a donkey out of myself. You won't be able to hold me back.

I got kicked out of the last school. They banned me permanently. The police had to haul me away. But I don't care. Nobody's helping my baby. She's falling through the cracks and nobody's helping her. I get no phone calls. You all got $2 million from Oprah. What are you doing with that money? You have to hire more teachers. You have to get some teachers in there who care. I thought this was supposed to be a good school. That's why I sent her there. It was supposed to be a good school, but she's failing everything. Fuck the computers, I know you guys are trying to go paperless, but fuck that. I need a book to help my child."


That's an excerpt from a parent conversation I just had. It lasted over an hour. And by the end, I had her thanking me, and telling me not to worry because the two of us? We were going to work it out.

And yet, my own principal doesn't trust me to send out an e-mail to the staff without checking it first to make sure that it's positively framed. You know, I might be too honest, too real.

You know what? Real works.

Real is what makes me a rockstar.

Things you should not ask your grandmother for 500

Imagine a class of 18 spectacular human beings. The boys use their brain breaks to play tag and still love Spiderman. The girls work hard, support each other, and are incredibly mature. Overall, they're a group of kids that are still, well, kids. They work hard, laugh often, and ask great questions. Sometimes, however, these questions start off innocent, and then spiral wildly out of control. But, this is middle school, and this shit just happens.

While the kids were cutting up some papers, and one of my super smart, uber-mature, girls who I shall refer to as Kelsey, suddenly said....

"Miss J, what's a dildo?

Oh sweet Jesus.

But without a beat, the conversation took off. Racehorses out of the gates, Pandora's box overflowing. It couldn't be stopped.

Smidgen: Oh, I know what that is.
Pixel: Wait, you don't know what PMS is, but you know what a.... you know... is? That's screwed up.
Kelsey: What is it?!?!
Me: You know... let's maybe not say that word out loud.
Pixel: You should just tell her. All the girls are daring each other to scream it at school. Besides, it's better you tell her than she look it up on google at school. That's what Jeni did.

Seriously?

Once again....welcome to middle school!

Bolus!

I love talking about the digestive system. Today, while reviewing, I asked "So, who remembers what the squishy mass of food is called?" A couple kids raised their hands. "You know, when your teeth grind it up, and your saliva breaks it down, and then you swallow it?"

Another kid asked "So, like when it's in your throat?"

I nodded. Then, with great vigor and enthusiasm, a great child I call President raised his hand with an audible "OOOH!" You could just see the light bulb going off.

"President, go!" I said.

"BALLS!" he cried.

The entire class silently stared at me. Held their collective breath. Terrible comebacks shot through my brain like fireworks. I sure hope you don't swallow balls. You keep balls in your throat? Grinding your balls with your teeth is probably not the best plan, but the flexibility is impressive. Oh my god. I could not say any of these things. The words, prisoners, trapped just behind my teeth, fighting to get out.

So, I did what any good teacher would do. I cracked up.

The class melted and President put his head in his hands. "That's not what I meant...."

"Would you like to try that again, Prez?"

"Bolus," he said sadly. "I meant to say bolus. I was just a few letters off...."

I made the class practice the word, and they all erupted into giggles again. Then, while diagramming the digestive system, we decided to draw the bolus sliding down the esophagus.

"Can I draw it as a circle?" one kid asked.
"Just don't draw it as TWO!" another replied.

Indeed. Please do not draw it as two.

Utopia

So here's the good:
The kids are great. They treat me well, and I don't have much in the way of management problems. They all have computers so I don't have a lot of paper-printing to do. They almost always have their materials-- I don't have to worry about kids not having a pencil or paper. The teachers aren't gossipy or mean. I get along with all of them. None of them are idiots. The building and facilities are beautiful. I feel safe when I'm there. I don't worry about kids getting prego or selling pot in the bathroom or packing weapons in their pants. More parents are active but respectful.


And here's....well, I'll let you judge.
1. They didn't think the state standards were good enough. So, instead of taking them, adding a few standards and upping rigor.... They ordered a series of textbooks and went page by page. Creating the standards. From a textbook.

2. They also created their own benchmark assessments. Instead of people in the district office doing it, or hiring an outside company. So, all of the teachers have the exact tests that the kids will be taking. So, many teachers show the kids the EXACT pictures or questions from the tests (sans answers), and have them analyze them/teach them the tricky questions BEFORE taking the test. And then they pat themselves on the back when the kids do well.

3. Kids can't talk in the hallways. Kids can't talk when they transition between classes. Kids can't sit with their friends at lunch. If a kid misses something small like a belt, they are given an automatic detention. Ditto for talking in the halls. Ditto for gum chewing or any form of food. (Yes, I know. Crack down on the small, and you crack down on the large. Broken windows theory. I get it. But at some point, isn't it all just a little too much? I mean, they are MIDDLE SCHOOLERS). There are no second chances. Unless you're one of the few naughties. Then, you get millions of chances and your "suspension" consists of you sitting in the teacher workroom and eating all of our snacks, and having happy-happy-daffodils-and-kittens talks about your rehabilitation.

4. Instead of calling parents whenever a kid is being a punkass in class, you have to tell the kid's adviser. Then, this person has to make all the calls, do all the meetings etc. So, if I have advisees who have no problems in my class, but problems in others, I have to do everything. And if I want to talk to a parent directly, I'm not supposed to.


5. The technology doesn't work. We run out of paper. Copy machines don't work. We can't get materials for the kids to do real science with, but we are told we can. And then we get a passive aggressive answer instead of a straight up no. And we can't raise money to get things with our kids.



Add to these, personal affronts.
I have been personally ridiculed when my group of girls didn't perform a skit as well as they "should have." Even though getting them to work TOGETHER was huge, and a bonding experience, that didn't matter. In front of everyone, myself and my girls were told that we weren't prepared, and that we were wasting everyone's time.

I have been told I shouldn't tease my kids, because the kids don't understand the difference between playful teasing and bullying, and that my behavior creates bullies.

I have been told that I can't give nicknames, because it might hurt a kid's feelings. And what happens if they don't like a nickname?

I have been told that, even though its clear that I'm not racist, that a stupid comment taken out of context belongs in my permanent file and that I need to write an essay on my choices.

I am told over and over again that my "presentations aren't everything" and that I should just be taking materials from other people (even if it sucks), because the lesson plans are more important than the materials, apparently. And lesson plans? Due way before we teach. So, then I write them, then don't follow them because things just CHANGE, then have to rewrite them.


You know those movies where there's this beautiful town, and a new family moves in? They look at the perfect grass and houses and sunny skies and though everything looks SO perfect.... but something just feels off? There's some little detail that one notices, but brushes off like-- why are there no birds here? Oh, never mind. And then, when they're all settled in, all hell breaks looks and they realize they are actually in the seventh circle?

Yep.

Welcome to my world, little bluebirds.

Miss J = Big Bad Wolf

Today.
One of my girls told me that my tattoo was a sin and that she was worried for my soul. I apparently desecrated my temple. Her words. No shit.

Last week.
A girl told me that all atheists worship the devil.


Also, a parent thought I was racist for cracking a joke in class. (I told a boy who kept making ridiculous noises I was going to give him a girl's name, and the class decided it was going to be something with lots of punctuation. Therefore, I am George Bush and don't like black people.) This is going in my permanent file.

My favorite teacher at the school is resigning because the principal apparently won't let her teach using inquiry, even though when she taught in her previous state, she had some of the best damn test scores in the district.

The assistant principal thinks its okay if boys punch the shit out of each other because the intent was playful. So, who gives a flying pig's colon if it sets a bad precedent? Let's just use positive framing and talk happy to them. That'll fix it!

My partner teacher is pissed because I don't want to use his lessons and want him to plan on his own, so I can make my own resources that contain more than the kids turning and talking, and then taking notes all hour.

Same old shit with a shiny wrapper.

Sad to say.... I miss my old school.

I suck at this

So, let's talk about how I don't know how to make friends.

Most girls my age-ish end their sentences on a high note as if they are asking a question. And love to go tanning. And talk about how much they are going to drink over the weekend. And call students cray-cray. And scream when they see mice.

None of them are bad people. In fact, most I've met are downright intelligent and good at their jobs. Its just.... I have absolutely nothing in common with them outside of teaching.

So, I sit their quietly and TRY to think of something nice/funny/interesting to say. This usually results in me saying something I think is hilarious, to which dead silence rocks the room OR, my comment gets ignored completely.
The flip side is: I say something I think is hilarious, and its comes off as really sarcastic, and they seem a little offended. Shit.

Now the guys-- the guys I'm good with. I can make friends with them. Or anyone who is older than I am. Or any woman who likes other women. But women my own age? Forget it. They're like another species.

Where are all the women who still love playing in the rain, do ridiculous things WITHOUT being inebriated, love being outside, don't give two poops about designer labels, and read instead of watching trashy tv? Where are they?

They must exist.

Last week, a new student described me as being "insanely confident." With kids.... this is true. With adults... its a toss up. One of my co-workers (a trustworthy male who cracks me up every 5 seconds) said that I did come off a bit standoffish. I don't mean to. It just... happens.

But, maybe this is why I'm good with weirdo middle-schoolers. I still know what it feels like to be awkward.

Toto, we are not in Phoenix anymore.

So, I've officially started my new job. Almost three weeks ago now. The first week was an intensive, ass-kicking training, and now-- its summer school. Yes, I said it. Summer school. But, for the most part, not to punish the kids. No, we are there to train them on How to Act in School.

How we Do Things Here. How to play games and show respect, responsibility, courage, curiosity, and integrity while doing their best. How to work hard and stay organized. How to sit. How to raise their hands. How to watch whoever is speaking at all times. How to train, like samurais, to go to college.

Here are some snippets from the last three weeks.

1. Yesterday, while in detention (which we call "refocus"), a 6th grade, low-income, minority student said to me "Talking in the halls is not conducive to a focused learning environment."

2. The kids, on the first day, jumped to their feet, put on their uniform shirts for the first time...and cheered.

3. The kids' big rebellion last year was using. Using mechanical pencils.

4. We are supposed to take "brain breaks" mid-class, which can mean suddenly doing ninja poses, moves from the evolution of dance, or tae bo for 30 seconds before returning to work.

5. People have already observed me teach multiple times and have given me feedback both orally and in writing to egg me on.

6. I have already collaborated and successfully made lesson plans with another intelligent human. Twice.

7. Pig dissection. Virtual human anatomy lab. A new touch-screen work computer.

8. A man from the medical school came to talk to the kids, looked out at all of us, looked back at the kids and said "Don't screw this up. You have an amazing opportunity, and these people-- they're here because they LOVE YOU. Don't forget that."


Where the hell am I?

Promotion

Well, it's that time again. 8th grade promotion. The day couldn't come fast enough, and now that it's here, I'm kind of shocked. I went to dinner last night with a former student-- one I've known since she was a 6th grader, now nearly 4 years ago-- and thought "Wasn't your promotion ceremony just a week ago?" My babies are growing up so fast. My first class of kids will be juniors! How does this happen? I'm having my ten-year high school reunion and they're juniors.

I can see how one could lose 20 years to this job in the blink of an eye. Time speeds up as your body slows down.

Today, to be frightfully cliche, is the closing of a chapter. The kids will give their speeches, we'll all hug and take pictures, I'll clean my already-barren room, and then... I'll be gone.

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Promotion just ended. I cried tureens of tears. Becca, one of my favorites, gave a speech and quoted a letter I had given her earlier this year about never giving up and being a leader, and thanked me for being an inspiration and I criiiiiiied. I walked out the door, bawling my eyes out, into a sea of kids who wanted a picture taken. And of course, some of my favorite kids disappeared before I got to say goodbye to them. Another student's mother thanked me for a good FIVE MINUTES for teaching her daughter high level material, and for never giving up, and for making sure she got a high quality education.

I am exhausted, emotionally drained, and intellectually burnt out. But, strangely, somewhat happy.

Goodbye Rafe, Anthony, Figueroa, Nathaly, Becca, Melissa, Alan, Destiny, Ernesto, Lemus, Alyssa, Nando, Albert, Zyra, Javier, Kevin, Ivonne, Dimples, David, Juan, Sarina....... and all the rest.

Well, Mary didn't have sex at all, and she had ONE kid so...

According to our secretary, a former student (who is now in 10th grade) came in to visit and told her that he was having a girl, or maybe a boy. He wasn't sure. He thought maybe it could be twins. Or triplets. He thought it was probably a couple babies because....

"I got 'er pretty good."

Whaaaaat?! Wait a second.

YOU GOT HER PRETTY GOOD?

You think that. Because you banged your chick hard. That you're having SEVERAL BABIES?


Holy crap. Can we please (for the love of, oh, say, OUR PLANET) teach sex ed?

Elemental Lunch

Tyler: Hey, Alyssa, do you know what we're having for lunch today?
Alyssa: Nope!
Tyler: (sings) There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium,
And hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and rhenium,
And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium,
And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium,
Europium, zirconium, lutetium, vanadium,
And lanthanum and osmium and astatine and radium,
And gold and protactinium and indium and gallium,
And iodine and thorium and thulium and thallium.

Alyssa:Sounds good!

Without missing a beat.

Love this class.

Runny

Javier(super smart, funny kid) writes: "As he was runny down the hallway..."
Me: "Runny" down the hallway?
Javier: Yeah.
Me: RUNNY?! Runny. Running. Runny. RunnING.
Javier: Oh crap.
Me: He was what, dripping down the hallway? That's gross.
Javier: I MEANT RUNNING AND YOU KNOW IT.
Me: Oh! I know, I know! He's a slug. He's a slug and he's dripping his slime all over the hallway. Oh, poetic. I like it. (draws dripping slug on the board)
Javier: One little mistake. I make OOOONE little mistake and this is what I get.
Me: If you start crying, and leave the room, your nose will be runny all down the hallway.
Javier: You're not going to let this go, are you?
Me: Nope!

Two days later--
I get a teacher appreciation card from him. He drew a slug, and signed it "Runny."

The Nicest Thing

Yesterday, we had a short meeting after school. The principal talked about yet ANOTHER teacher who isn't coming back for the remainder of the year, then turned to celebrate our rookie and teacher of the year--both of which were elementary school teachers. We all clapped, went home.

This morning, as I walked up to my door, I saw Mr. Ag holding my door shut. I gave him a pretty inquisitive look and he let me in. "....Surprise!" The social studies teacher said. There, standing in the dark, were the 7th grade science teacher Ms. G, 7/8th grade math teacher Ms. H, Mr. Ag and Mr. K. With balloons. And a card. And roses.

I just stared at them in my typical pre-9am zombie state.

"What.....is this all about?"

"You should have been teacher of the year," Mr. K said.
"There should really be two-- they don't know what we deal with up here," Ms. G said.
"You deserve it."

I just about burst into tears and didn't know what to say. I gave them a hug and then shooed them all out in my grateful awkwardness.

The card, sitting on my desk said:

From All of Us
Sometimes your day is awesome
and turns out exactly right,
Sometimes no matter what you do,
it's like an uphill fight.
But whether days are up or down,
or who knows what direction,
We're always in your corner like
a little cheering section.


Then, little notes--

I love you! You were the best mentor teacher that I could ever ask for and you are an awesome friend. Can't wait until you are done with school so we can just relax together!
--Ms. G


I think that out of everybody here, you were one of the main people that were my support. Thank you! You are the teacher of the year! -- Ms. H

You're an amazing teacher! You've helped me out so much this year; we're all going to miss you! -- Mr. K

You are the teacher of the year many times over. Your kids are incredibly lucky to have you, and you're going to do amazing things next year. -- Mr. Ag


I sat there, in the dark, and just stared at the goodness, fought tears, and then scampered down to my faux sister, Ms. R's room to tell her.

Isn't that the nicest thing? It has been a while since I've had happy tears.