How Will I Grow as an Educator this Summer?

Anger is an emotion I rarely experience.  Frustration and madness, sure, but not anger.  I just don’t find myself getting angry that often.  However, in the last two years, or ever since our sitting president took office, I find myself being brought to the verge of anger on a more regular basis while reading news stories and current events about happenings in our world.  Things just aren’t like they used to be, oh no.  Humans are going a little bonkers.  But this kind of angry is good, because it means that I am paying attention to the world around me.  As some person once said, “If you’re not angry, then you’re not paying attention.”  I watch and observe what is happening in our country and abroad because I care.  I vote, I watch, and I try to make a difference if I’m not liking what I’m noticing.  So, sometimes I do get angry when I’m reading stories on the news app on my phone.  The crazy things that are happening boggle my mind.  It’s as if we are living in a reality television program.

Yesterday, I read a story online that made me a bit angry.  Surprisingly enough though, it wasn’t about the political side of things.  No, it was about something even more near and dear to my heart: Music.  This author had the audacity to proclaim that rock music is officially dead.  What is he talking about, I said aloud to myself while reading this absurd piece.  One of my all-time favorite genres of music is rock.  I listen to rock music on the radio almost daily.  Bands are crafting new rock tunes all the time.  Rock music will never die.  Especially with what’s going on in our world, people need rock music.  Rock is the genre for the counter-culture movements happening globally.  Rock has always provided those invested and knowledgeable angry people with a safe haven, an outlet will you.  Rock music saved my life when I was growing up.  Things were a bit difficult for me as a teen, but fortunately, I had my rock cassette tapes and CDS to comfort me and provide me with an escape when things got too challenging.  I remember listening to Guns N’ Roses’ masterpiece Use Your Illusions I and II so frequently that the tapes eventually broke.  Axl Rose’s lyrics helped me through some tough times.  Then came Pearl Jam’s Ten.  Epic is the only way to describe this album.  Black was my favorite tune from that disc.  Amazing.  As hardcore, metal, punk, and rock evolved in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the landscape of rock music changed as well.  Bands like Coheed and Cambria and Thursday blended genres together and took listeners on a completely new musical journey.  Other bands grew out of this new movement and rock music flourished through the beginning of the 21st century.  New bands and old ones are still crafting and constructing new rock music all of the time.  The author of that ridiculous article clearly has no idea what rock music really is.  You see, in the article, he only referenced bands like Avenged Seven-fold and the Foo Fighters.  While I do like both of those bands, they aren’t the only rock bands around, and they certainly don’t encapsulate the genre.  So, to make this rant come to an end so that I can get on with my blog, this article is completely false and rock music is alive and well, and will always be that way.

Unlike that fictitious article I just referenced, my summer plans are shaping up to totally rock and roll as I prepare for my first year of teaching fifth grade at my new school.  I’m so excited.  I get to set up a new classroom, meet new people, create new curriculum, challenge new students, and be a part of what is sure to be an amazing learning community.  YES!  So, to prepare for all of this awesomeness, I need a plan of action.  So, this summer, I’m going to keep the pedal pushed all the way down to the rocking metal as I work to prepare for the upcoming school year.

  • I need to set up and organize my new classroom.  I’m happy to know that my new school will be ordering new whiteboard desks and rocking chairs for my classroom.  Those will help the students stay focused, attentive, and engaged throughout the day.  I get to figure out how I’m going to set things up.  My new classroom has so many windows that look out onto rolling fields and scenes of nature.  I can’t wait to try some new ways of putting things together in my new classroom.  I hope to get started on this process in early July, which is great because I have a ton of stuff in storage right now to move over from my old classroom.
  • I need to determine which math book or series I will be going with for the fifth grade program.  The school currently uses the Big Ideas Learning math series for grades six through eight.  While I want to maintain consistency for the fifth grade, I’m not sure this book series would be best for the group of students I will be working with this fall.  Some of my new students have noted that math is a bit of a struggle for them.  So, my goal is to choose a math curriculum that will engage my students in meaningful ways so that they are excited to learn new math concepts and strengthen their foundation regarding computational skills.  The founder of my new school suggested I look at this new program called Beast Academy.  Wow, was about all I could say when I checked it out.  It is a math graphic novel that uses monsters to teach math concepts.  It’s rigorous and challenging, but tackles the topics in new and creative ways.  I think this would be a great curriculum to use.  Now, I just need to talk things over with my new headmaster to find out what he thinks would be best.  Of course, I will support whatever he chooses, but I’m hoping that he will allow me to try out the Beast Academy program for next year.  Fingers crossed.
  • I need to complete my first science and social studies units on community and the scientific method.  As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I’ve got a plan for this process.  I’m excited to try new things and dig into some cool ideas and learning.  I have already begun this process, as it requires much behind the scenes work.  I’m sure that this portion of my summer work will last the longest.
  • I need to determine what my daily schedule will be for the fifth grade program.  Sometime in the coming weeks, I will sit down with my new headmaster to hash out the daily schedule in terms of time.  When will specials be?  What time is lunch?  Things like that.  Once I have this finalized, I can then begin the planning for things like Morning Meeting, Passion Projects, and outdoor discovery time.  This will be one of the first things I can check off of my summer list, as I need this to fall into place before I can really dig into the daily planning of my class.
  • My summer reading goal is small right now as I only have one book on it.  I also want to read some young adult books that I might use during Reader’s Workshop lessons in the fall.  I haven’t decided on those titles yet.  The only book I have so far is Quiet by Susan Cain.  I just started it yesterday and am loving it.  As an introvert, I can totally relate to a lot of what she mentions in the novel.  The world seems to favor extroverts, but its the synergy of people working together that really makes the world work.  We need to embrace the introverts in our work places and schools and allow them to develop their skills in appropriate ways.  We can’t try to make introverted people into extroverts, as it will only cause future problems.  I’m excited to learn some tips and tricks on how to best support the introverts that I will inevitably have in my classroom this year.  I’m hoping to finish this book within a couple of weeks.  Then I will gather the young adult books I want tackle next.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now.  I’m sure that other things will crop up along the way, as they always do.  That’s just part of the process of developing new things and preparing for a new school year.  The fun is in the middle.  So, now I will embark upon my summer journey of rocking hard as I ready things for the next academic year.  Oh, and I’ll be listening to plenty of rock music.  Rock on!

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My Summer Professional Development Plan in Reverse

I read an article recently that explained the power in backwards planning for students.  Now, this isn’t news to me as a teacher, as great teachers have always been planning in reverse.  Start with the desired outcome, project, or assessment and plan your lessons off of it.  That makes a lot of sense, which is why I’ve been utilizing that practice in my teaching for years.  But, what about backwards planning for students?  Does that work too?  According to the research cited in the article read, it does indeed work.  A study was completed recently in which they had one group of students prepare for an exam or essay in the traditional forward-thinking model, while the other group utilized the planning in reverse model of preparation.  What they found, which should come as no surprise to anyone, is that the group who planned in reverse, was more successful and prepared, felt better about the task, and performed better than the other group.  So, backwards thinking isn’t just for teachers to utilize in the classroom; it’s a model of planning that all people should use, all of the time.

As I think about my summer plans, I’m going to put this new information to use.  One of the big things I want to accomplish this summer is to plan out the first units I will cover for my new class.  As I have already put together the social studies and science curricula for the fifth grade program, I feel as though this will be my first focus.  So, now I will plan out, in reverse order, the first integrated unit for my new class.

I want this new unit to employ the Project-Based Learning method of creating a meaningful, engaging, challenging, and authentic learning opportunity for my students.  I’ve done some research this week, including participating in my first LIVE webinar, on PBLs, and realized that I have created multiple projects over the years for my students, but never a truly effective PBL opportunity.  So, I want to use what I’ve learned this week to create my first PBL unit for my new school.  While I know that my first unit will be focused on community, I don’t know much more than that.  So, now what?

  • In reverse, the last step would be to finalize the unit after having revised it based on feedback I received from various colleagues at my new school.
  • Prior to that, I would have put all of the pieces I’ve been working on together into a cohesive unit that would allow my students to demonstrate their ability to meet the learning targets I decided on at the start of this process in a meaningful and engaging manner.
  • Before that, I would figure out the pacing of the unit.  When would we go on our various field experiences versus in class work and learning.
  • Prior to doing that, I would figure out which field experiences we would embark upon during the unit.  As I’m sure that I will find many great places to visit regarding the history of Hopkinton, NH, I also know that I have limited time; thus, choosing the most meaningful and engaging ones would be an important step in the process.
  • Before doing that, I would create the in-class lessons and lab experiences that the students would complete during the unit.  What labs do I want the students to do to help them learn about the scientific method?  How will I go about teaching those lessons?
  • Before that, I would make sure that that the unit is indeed an effective PBL unit.  I would make sure that it includes opportunities for authentic learning, a finished product that would be shared with others, intellectually challenging learning, chances for the students to learn project management skills, group work, and an opportunity for the students to reflect on the entire process.
  • Prior to creating the lessons, I would create a skeletal outline of the unit.  What do I want to cover and how do I want to do it?  This part of the process will be crucial to understanding how everything else is going to come to fruition.
  • Before the unit can even begin to come together, I need to determine the learning targets I am going to use.  What objectives do I want to cover, and how can I transform them into student-friendly language?
  • The first step in the whole process of creating this unit is the planning and research.  What do I want to do?  How might I put it all together?  Who do I need to speak with to learn about the history of this new-to-me town?  How can I create an engaging and challenging unit for my students that will allow them to complete authentic and real-world learning?

That was quite challenging.  While I usually plan my units in reverse order anyway, that wasn’t the difficult part.  It was hard for me to think about the steps involved in the process of getting everything together.  However, it did offer me a chance to think about the entire process of constructing a new unit from a completely different perspective.  I’m not sure I would have created this same list of steps if I had put them together the way I have in the past, starting at the beginning.  I think I may have left out some steps if I did it in the traditional way of planning.  As I worked from the finish to the start, I was forced to contemplate my process from a different angle.  It was kind of cool, and super fun.  As this is a new school for me, in a new town, I have much work to do this summer to learn about the history of Hopkinton, NH.  I just discovered today that it was the first capital of the state.  Who knew?  Not me, for sure.  This process is also fun and exciting, as I realize that I get to meet a whole bunch of new historians and people affiliated with the town.  I get to hear new oral histories and learn a much about a new place.  That really fills me with glee.  I’ve already scheduled my first meeting at the Hopkinton Historical Society.  Yah for me!

So, as I dig into my new PBL unit on Our Community, I’m excited to learn much, try new things, take risks, and push myself as an educator.  Like I will require my students to do all year, I am going to challenge myself to be uncomfortable and put forth great effort to create the most engaging and meaningful PBL unit my new students have ever seen.  Well, maybe I’m setting the bar a bit too high for now.  How about I just try to do my best to create a great PBL unit on community?  That sounds like a more realistic goal for now.  So, off I go to learn, forward now.

How’d I Do: My End of the Year Goal Reflection

As I left my classroom this afternoon following the last, formal academic day at my school, sadness filled my heart while the song “It’s so Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday” by Boyz II Men popped into my head.  I looked out onto my school’s namesake Mount Cardigan and tears started to fill my eyes.  15 years is a long time to be at one school.  Memories have been washing over me recently like ocean water on a beach of sand.  I remember my first year at Cardigan, right out of college.  I was a wreck.  It was awful.  I couldn’t control the students and was teaching courses I knew very little about.  Things got better though as I grew a bit wiser.  Much has changed about me and the school at which I’ve worked at for the past several years.  Cardigan has changed me, and hopefully I’ve left my mark on this fine educational institution.  While I’m moving onto a new school for the next academic year, I will bring much of what I’ve learned in my time here, to my new school.

As I hop and skip down memory lane in my final days here on the Point, it’s prudent that I reflect on my progress as an educator this year.  Did I meet my professional goals?  Did I grow as a teacher?  How’d I do in the classroom?

It was an awesome year in the sixth grade.  My students made much progress both socially and academically, due in part to the strong program my co-teacher and I created this year.  We helped the boys work through communication and coexistence issues while also helping them to develop as readers, writers, critical thinkers, and problem solvers.

I tried a few new things this year that I felt went very well…

  • The mindfulness curriculum that my co-teacher and I developed and implemented during the fall term and throughout the year seemed to really help focus the students mentally and socially.  While by the end of the year, they did joke a bit with each other about it.  “Make sure you are mindful now boys,” they would say to one another, which is great because it means that they got it, they see the power in living in the present moment, staying calm, and avoiding external and internal distractions.
  • I created a unit on Figurative Language for my Humanities class that I used during the spring term.  During the past several years, I’ve used the same unit on the Middle East region during the final academic term of the year.  While I’ve enjoyed this unit and feel as though the students do get a lot out of it, I always wondered if I was properly preparing them to think critically about literature.  In the past, I have focused mostly on basic reading and writing strategies and skills, and have found that some of my students do not feel prepared for the rigors of seventh grade English class.  As the expectations are ratcheted up quite a bit, the students are expected to know how to analyze literature.  So, I changed my final unit of the year so that I could help my students be and feel more prepared for life in the seventh grade.  It was so much fun, and probably my most favorite unit of the year.  Every piece of Humanities class fit together so perfectly during this unit, from our Idiom of the Day bellringers to our class read aloud and poetry activities.  It was awesome.  The students had a blast learning how to make their writing more colorful and creative while also learning how to interpret figurative language used in works of literature.
  • Our big field trip of the year to Chewonki in Maine was a huge success.  While the boys seemed to not enjoy it in the moment, as it was hard and asked them to step way outside of their comfort zone, they are already beginning to see the great benefits and fun that came from this great experience.  This was a completely new trip for the sixth grade, but I was ready for a change as we had been going to the same place in Cape Cod for nine years.  Chewonki was that change, and boy was it a great change at that.

I also met my two professional goals that I set way back in October of last year…

  • I want to gather data on how rubrics and project introductions help promote or reduce the amount of creativity students are able to put into their work so that I can begin to understand how to best introduce a new task or assignment to my students.
    • After much work on this topic throughout the year, I’ve realized that my original hypothesis is correct and that rubrics are futile tools that simply steal creativity and critical thinking opportunities from students.  The only group that I found in my research that gets any use out of a rubric is the ESL students, as rubrics tend to use simple English language that is manageable for them to process easily and quickly.  Mission accomplished.
  • I want to incorporate ideas and skills covered during our Mindfulness Unit in Team Time and our Brain Unit from PEAKS class into my Humanities class.
    • While I didn’t necessarily do this as much as I would have liked to have done it and, perhaps, as meaningfully, I do feel as though I did accomplish this goal.  We incorporated mindfulness activities into our study skills class at least once a week during the spring term.  We had the students complete a guided meditation that we led before having them share how others have helped them or how they have helped others in the class.  These activities helped to focus the students while allowing them to develop compassion and gratitude.  I also made use of the big ideas behind mindfulness, including growth mindset, perspective, and open-mindedness, in my Humanities class throughout the year.  Every part of our curriculum came down to helping them broaden their perspective as a way to be more kind, compassionate, and thoughtful, and I reminded them of that often in class.  Although I wish I could have met with the students at the start of the academic day daily, our schedule didn’t allow for that.  Had it though, I would have conducted a Class Meeting that contained a mindfulness activity as well as some student sharing.  My goal is to make use of this type of Morning Meeting on a daily basis in my classroom at my new school starting in August.

Thinking back on the year as a whole, it felt very productive, and I feel as though I did a great job helping my students to grow and develop as students and people.  Yes, it is hard to say goodbye to my current school, but I’m doing so on good and positive terms.  It’s time for me to move on and start a new adventure.  I now have much to do this summer to prepare for the next academic year at my new school.  I can’t wait to start jumping into things in a few short weeks.  For now though, I will live in the present moment and make the most of the time I have left at my current school.  Until the summer when I will inevitably be reflecting on life at my new school, I’m out.

My Baccalaureate Speech to the Ninth Graders

This afternoon, I gave the faculty address during the Baccalaureate Service celebrating the ninth graders, who will be graduating from my fine school in a few short days.  I feel as though it summarizes my thoughts and feelings on this time of year very well, while also allowing me another chance to reflect on my 15 years here on the Point.  So, here it is…


Thank you Mr. Nowak for providing me with this wonderful opportunity to speak to you all this afternoon under the big top tent.  I feel like the ringmaster of some really cool traveling circus. “Behold, ladies and gentlemen, the amazing and talented ninth grade class of the 2017-2018 academic year at Cardigan Mountain School.  They can breathe fire, thanks to the spicy hot sauce available on almost every table in the Commons. They can walk the tightrope, thanks to the rigorous academic program here on the Point. But, hold onto your hats, because their greatest trick is yet to come.  What they have in store for us all is guaranteed to wow and impress. Now, we just wait as these young men sitting before us all grow and develop into adults who will one day, change the world, make a difference, and perhaps even learn how to swallow a sword.”

Well, that was fun.  If only I had an awesome top hat and sweet red jacket like P.T. Barnum.  

This afternoon, as you all try very hard not to fall asleep, I will share some wisdom and stories with you, and yes, even a very special poem.  Ninth graders, as you look back on your time here on the Point, I want you to think about everything you’ve learned about life, school, and yourself.  How have you changed? How has Cardigan changed you?

With this being my final year at CMS, I’ve been doing much reflecting as I’m sure all of you have as well.  15 years is a long time. I’ve eaten over 5,000 meals in the dining hall, both the old and new one, I’ve worked under 5 different headmasters, I’ve printed over 10,000 sheets of paper on the school’s printers, and I’ve worked with thousands of students.  In all this time, I have learned so much that I will be taking with me, that I don’t have to pack into boxes, thank heavens for that.

So, I’m now going to share a few of the many wonderful nuggets of learning that I have gained in my time here at Cardigan:

  1. When going to the bathroom, be sure to zip up afterwards.  Picture this, I’m in the midst of calming my rambunctious eighth grade students down to teach them some Spanish.  Yes, I was a Spanish teacher, and no I don’t speak a lick of Spanish. Things were very different during my first year here on the Point.  So, I’m trying to get the boys to write the homework in their planbooks, but they seem oddly excited, and some of them are giggling like sixth graders when someone passes gas.  Finally, I turn to the ring leader in the group, who ended up being the School Leader the following year and said, “Jay, what is the problem? Why is it so hard to just focus and do what I’m asking of you?”  With a smile on his face, he said, “Because your fly is down Mr. Holt.” Embarrassing. To this day, I triple check my zipper when leaving the restroom. In fact, I even checked it before walking onto this very stage.  
  2. Maple syrup is the nectar of the Gods.  I’m talking about the fake stuff, not that real thin stuff that tastes like it came out of a tree.  Prior to my time at Cardigan, I liked maple syrup, but I never fully appreciated its versatility as a condiment.  It goes great in coffee, adding that mapley-flavor. It’s amazing as a donut topper, egg covering, and oatmeal mixer.  The possibilities regarding maple syrup are endless. If you haven’t given this wonderful treat a try in your time here on the Point, please be sure to do so before graduation day.
  3. Rivets are those tiny metal things on the pockets of some pants.  In my 15 years here at Cardigan, the dress code has changed immensely.  Several years ago, we had a rule about pants. You couldn’t wear pants with rivets.  Being relatively new to the school and dress codes in general, I had no idea what a rivet was.  So, I looked it up and then realized that most of my pants had rivets on them. And so, back to the thrift store I went.  While many of you out there wish we didn’t have a dress code here, we do so for a multitude of reasons, the most important ones being mindset and external message.  When you wear specific clothes, a message is sent to those who see you. When you put on fancy slacks and a shirt with buttons you are sending a message of focus and dedication.  This same message is translated to your brain as well in a way that helps you put forth your best effort at all times. It’s hard, I know, but the best things in life only come through hard work.
  4. iPads are not a viable substitute for laptops in the classroom.  Just ask some of the boys from my sixth grade class a few years ago.  On the first day of classes, we tried to sync up the external keyboards to the iPad, not realizing that the iPads would all be able to digitally see every other keyboard in the classroom aside from their own.  It was bedlam.
  5. When meeting a famous person for the first time, don’t tell him or her how poorly their son is doing in school.  There I am, meeting Cyndi Lauper for the first time, and I’m so ready to have some fun. Then she has to go and ask how her son is doing in my class.  “He is struggling a bit and needs to put forth more effort,” I responded. The conversation went downhill from there. Needless to say, there is no more fun to be had with Cyndi Lauper, and I never got her autograph.
  6. Not all food is meant for everyone.  Meatballs are my achilles heel. I believe the year was 2007, February Parents’ Weekend.  Excitement was in the air. Long Weekend was almost here and parents littered the campus like tiny lawn gnomes.  After a full day of parent-teacher conferences, I made my way to the old dining hall in Hayward and grabbed a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs.  I used to love meatballs back then. They tasted divine. The moist meat melted in my mouth like candy. Delicious! But sadly, I can no more enjoy these delectable treats.  You see, later that same evening, as I was watching a movie with the boys in the French two Common Room, my stomach began to rumble and I suddenly became very ill. The meatballs vacated my body in a most volcanic manner.  It was an unpleasant evening and next day, to say the least. No more meatballs for me. When I see them on the hotbar, I still get a bit queasy.
  7. And finally, number 7.  I love the number seven.  Just ask any member of Family 34, I’m always thinking of the number 7.  Relationships are a powerful force. In all of my years here at CMS, I’ve made numerous lasting relationships with both students and faculty.  Just like I’m sure you boys will, I treasure the friends I’ve made in my time here at Cardigan. I do so love it when former students of mine return to the Point to visit and say hello.  A few weeks ago, a former student of mine, Myles Beach randomly showed up in the doorway of my classroom and said, “I thought I heard Mr. Holt’s voice.” After catching up on personal stories, we went down Memory Lane as Myles told the current sixth graders all about the time he and another student got in a bit of a scuffle on our Cape Cod Trip.  In the story, he said, “I didn’t think Mr. Holt was that strong, but then he came and pulled us off of each other like Superman.” It’s nice to think that in his version of the story I was strong and calm because in the moment, I was very weak, I could barely lift Myles off of Will.

So, now it’s your turn ninth graders.  What are you going to take away with you when you depart campus in a few short days?  What has your time here at Cardigan taught you? What memories will you hold near and dear to your heart?  Be sure to take some time in the coming days, weeks, and months to reflect on your Cardigan experience, as it’s different for everyone.

As we need to now move on with the festivities, I leave you all with a throwback to my Birthday Poems from ages past, before the fun Birthday Song of today.

My Ode to Cardigan and the Ninth Grade Class

One of my favorite cartoons growing up,

Was the Care Bears because,

they were all filled with so much love

That they couldn’t contain it inside themselves,

and so they needed

To release it from their bellies.

Cheer Bear shot rainbows from his stomach

While Funshine bear projected rays

of sunshine from his midsection.

As our time together on the Point

Draws to a close,

I’m sending you all out

Special powers that will allow you,

Like the Care Bears

To shoot hot rays of green and white

From your tummies whenever

You think long and hard about

This wonderful place in Canaan.

Imagine that, you’re walking down the street

And suddenly, BAM

Green and white laser beams

Shoots out of your belly button.

How cool would that be?  

EPIC!

 

Congratulations Ninth graders and thank you for not falling asleep.

Discussions that Are Good to the Last Drop

The dining hall at my school has really been ratcheting up the variety and taste of its coffee this year.  They began introducing various flavors of coffee at the start of the academic year.  They added vanilla cream, caramel nut, rainforest crunch, and many others.  It’s really been a plus this year to have some delicious coffee in the morning, as in years past, the coffee they’ve served has tasted more like motor oil than coffee.

Just like good coffee, teaching is enjoyable to the last drop.  As my academic year winds to a close, with only two class days left, I’m getting very nostalgic.  It’s been an amazing year in the sixth grade.  Our class is phenomenal in every way, and each student has made great progress since September.  They have grown together as a real family and support each other nicely.  It’s really been awesome to watch this transformation throughout the year and guide them through it.

While teachers get a bit sad at the end of every school year, students tend to get a bit kooky come the end of school.  Negative behaviors tend to pop up, as the students can’t wait for summer vacation.  It can be difficult to keep students focused during the final days of school.  With this in mind, I was a bit nervous about our last current events discussion of the year that took place in class on Saturday.  As the boys didn’t have any formal study hall time to read about current events, I wondered how fruitful the discussion would actually be.  Lo and behold, it was probably the best discussion we had all year.  The boys were focused, built on each other’s comments and thoughts appropriately, and raised some valid and unique points regarding school shootings.  It was quite a sight to observe.  I was impressed.

The students rocked it and stayed focused even at the very end of the school year.  I wonder what allowed that to happen.  Do they just love talking about current events that much?  While I do think this group enjoys discussing different topics, I’m not sure if that was the catalyst.  Perhaps.  Maybe because they knew they were being graded on the discussion objective they put forth great effort?  Who knows what allowed this amazing and final discussion to happen, but it did.  I will celebrate the little victories at this point in the year as I enjoy the final drop of this morning’s tasty cup of coffee.

The Power in Holding Students Accountable

Fourth grade was a challenging year for me as a student.  I felt like I was on an emotional roller coaster.  Some days were better than others.  I hated school on some days, but then loved it on other days.  In retrospect, there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to what caused good days vs the bad ones.  At this same time, I also struggled being able to see well.  I didn’t want to tell my parents because that meant that I would need glasses.  Back in the 1980s, if you wore glasses, you were labelled a geek and picked on mercilessly.  Life was already hard enough for me, and so I just rode it out.  I sat in the back of the class, straining to read anything the teacher had written on the blackboard.  I didn’t have many friends back then either.  Life was tough.  Despite all of these big things going on in my life, one of the most vivid memories from my year in fourth grade was when my teacher held me accountable for not doing my work.  Here’s the story…

It was a mid-Autumn, Monday afternoon.  I had just gotten off the bus near my house and walked home.  The sound of crunching leaves echoed throughout the neighborhood as children ran to their homes.  After using the restroom and having a delicious snack, my mom made me sit down and do my homework.  While I was never a big fan of homework, looking back on how my parents addressed it, I appreciated the structure as it helped mold me into a strong student.  My homework was a spelling worksheet.  I hated spelling, but I was good at it.  So, I whipped through it quite quickly.  As I finished the worksheet, my mom rushed my sister and I out of the house for some sort of family thing.  My memory of the specifics regarding what we were doing isn’t quite as strong as the rest of this story, but we had something to do that prevented me from putting my worksheet into my backpack.  We then got home very late that evening.  I went to school the next day, not having put my spelling worksheet into my bag.  So, when my teacher asked for us to hand in the worksheet, I didn’t have mine.  My consequence was detention that evening.  I was mortified.  I went to the bathroom and cried.  I then had to go to the office and call my parents to tell them to pick me up later.  It was an incredibly traumatic experience that ingrained within me the importance of being prepared and organized.  From that day forward, I never missed another assignment.  The moral of the story is that being held accountable taught me a valuable lesson.

As a teacher, I see the power in holding students accountable.  If a student doesn’t complete work to demonstrate their ability to meet an assessed objective, there needs to be some sort of consequence or repercussion so that he or she learns the value in completing a task.  If students are able to get away with not completing work, even if they don’t pass the course, will they ever truly learn the skill of follow-through?  In my class, if a student doesn’t complete a task, assignment, or project, I work with him outside of class during his free time to be sure he completes the work or is able to meet the objective being graded.  In order to be sure that I am properly preparing my students for the next grade, I need to do my job and equip them with the appropriate and necessary skills.  Every assignment or learning task is important to me, as I assess their ability as students.

In Humanities class yesterday, my students participated in a fun and engaging Poetry Slam, as they turned in their final Poetry Book for the unit.  The students had a blast reciting their poems aloud to the group in a unique manner.  Many of my students even chose to don the beanie hat I have as a prop.  While they read and listened to some amazing pieces of creative poetry, they enjoyed some tasty treats with which I provided them.  It was a very special activity, as they worked very hard to complete this difficult task of revising their poems and putting them together in an organized and aesthetically pleasing way.  Laughter filled the room as the boys shared their poems with their classmates.  The students got into character, altered their voice, walked around the room, used hand gestures, and had fun reading their phenomenal verses aloud to the class.

Prior to Friday’s due date for this project, I told the students that those who don’t have their final Poetry Books completed according to the requirements and ready tor turn in by the start of third period on Friday would be unable to participate in our festive Poetry Slam in class.  The boys were very aware of the learning task, due date, and consequence for failing to complete the assignment on time.  All but two students were ready and prepared for class on Friday with their Poetry Book finished and turned in.  Before we got into our Poetry Slam, I had those two students exit the room to work on the task that they did not finish.  While one of the students tried to debate that he did actually have his Poetry Book finished, I reminded him that it wasn’t completed according to the requirements listed via the learning portal.  Those two students missed our super fun, engaging, and enjoyable Poetry Slam to complete work that should have been finished outside of class.

While they missed the tasty snacks and humor that ran rampant through the room during our final Poetry Slam, I’m hopeful that those two students learned a lesson in time management.  In life, if you don’t complete something according to the due date, you are penalized.  If you fail to renew your license prior to its expiration date, you could face a stiff fine or penalty.  To prepare my students to live meaningful lives in a global society, they need to understand how the world works.  By holding my students accountable and doling out consequences for not completing work on time, I am helping to teach them a valuable lesson that will serve them well in the future.

Challenging the Fixed Mindset

Over the past twenty years or so, our society has begun opening its mind a little bit when it comes to gender differences.  Lawsuits are finally being brought forth regarding the sexual abuse and harassment of females.  People are being held accountable for their derogatory and horribly offensive actions.  Schools, stores, and businesses have begin making changes to their bathroom policy so that transgendered individuals, or those questioning their gender, have a safe place to relieve themselves.  More women are being appointed to positions of much power while some women are earning equivalent salaries to their male counterparts.  Times have certainly changed as equality is becoming more widespread.

Like all things in life, some thrive and survive while others die or transform into invasive species, sucking the marrow out of all living things nearby.  While most people in our world are beginning to open their minds to possibility and difference, there are still some folks who live in ignorance.  Some people struggle to accept others who are different from them.  They combat knowledge and openness with hate and bias.  I’m hopeful that as the world continues to change and evolve, even those people who live in denial or a state of perpetual prejudice will learn to accept all people for who they are no matter how they may express themselves.

In the classroom, I make it my personal mission to help bring light to the darkness.  I work hard to educate my students so that they see people for who they are and not what they look like.  I want my students to feel safe and know that they can express themselves in any way that feels right for them.  If they feel like a male but are born with the reproductive organs of a female, I want them to be comfortable expressing their gender in an appropriate and male way, for them.  I want my students to accept all people as they learn to embrace the differences that make the world so fun and interesting.  In order to live meaningful lives in a global society, my students need to understand the importance of seeing all sides and perspectives of an issue or person.

Today during health class, we discussed the difference between gender and biological sex, as I want my students to see that gender isn’t about the reproductive organs one is born with; it’s about how one feels.  The boys asked some curious questions, as they do every year.  They often become fixated on gender versus sexual orientation.  One boy today asked, “If a girl feels like a boy and is attracted to girls but then gets the surgery to become a boy and is still sexually attracted to girls, is that person gay?”  So, I broke down the question into its various parts as I helped the boys to see the differences between biological sex, gender, and sexual orientation.  I then walked this student through his scenario to help him answer his own question.  The students seemed to understand these complex ideas as they began opening their minds to the possibilities that exist.

Then came the fixed mindset, which happens every year.  There seems to be one student in every class who carries his biases with him into the classroom.  It can be difficult for people to open their minds and broaden their perspectives if they wear a shield of close-mindedness.  While this one student did attempt to pose his thoughts to the class in an appropriate manner, I could see the thinly veiled bias and fixed mindset through his words.  He said, “All this gender and transgendered stuff seems to be very opinion-based.  Why should the world change just to suit the requests of other people who feel different?  Why can’t those people figure it out and learn to fit in like everyone else?  I don’t think we should be talking about such a controversial topic.”  Rather than flip out on this student, I paused for a moment before responding, and then said, “While there is much opinion involved in talking about issues of gender, the reason we are discussing it in class is because it’s controversial.  I don’t want to hide the truth from you.  I want you to see the world for all its beauty.  Differences make the world go round.”  I then addressed the idea of having a fixed mindset when discussing and learning about issues of difference, especially around sexual orientation and gender.  Another student then added to the conversation by talking about how gender is an internal feeling and people can’t always control how they feel.  “People need to be able to express themselves according to how they feel,” he said.  This was great, as it wasn’t just me addressing this one student who seemed to possess a bit of a fixed mindset regarding today’s topic.  At the end of class, the student who seemed a bit closed to new ways of thinking did come and speak with me about what he had said, to clarify confusion.  I had a good chat with him about differences and why it’s so important to accept people for who they are no matter what they may look like on the outside.  He seemed to get it.  I love it.  It’s nice when students are able to move from a fixed mindset to a growth mindset.

As this issue of gender and sex is still quite the hot topic in society today, it’s my job as a teacher to help my students become aware and knowledgeable on all of this information.  This does mean that I do need to challenge some of my students to see the world from another perspective.  Not every person is going to be open and accepting of everything I say or try to teach them, but I do need to help all of my students see the power in education and acceptance.  The more we know, the broader our flashlight beam of perspective will be as we navigate the world around us.  I want to be sure that my students are prepared to interact with all types of people while feeling comfortable digging into big and personal issues regarding sexual orientation and gender.

Sometimes You Just Gotta Let ‘Em Complain a Little

“If you ain’t got nothin’ good to say, don’t say anything at all,” is one of the oldest rules in the book on how to be a kind and compassionate person.  At a young age, children are taught to keep their negative thoughts and emotions bottled up inside.  “Don’t say mean things.”  “Don’t say something that might hurt someone else’s feelings.”  Due to this culture of political correctness, children grow up unaware of how to deal with negative emotions, as they have kept them bottled up inside for so long.  Schools around the globe teach children to share only positive, happy thoughts with one another, while repressing any negative thoughts or feelings.  This, as we know now due to the numerous studies and reports being done on children around the globe, leads to an increase in the suicide rate, depression, homicide rate, and abuse.  If children are never taught how to navigate the rolling waves of emotions that sweep over them on a regular basis, they will struggle transforming into fully-functioning adults.  We need to provide children outlets for ALL of their emotions while teaching them how to manage both positive and negative feelings.  It’s perfectly normal to feel sad, mad, or upset, and we need children around the world to know that.  It’s our duty as adults to help teach children how to manage and handle all types of emotions.  What do you do if a peer in your class makes you angry?  What should you say if you are mad at someone?  What’s the right way to deal with the flood of emotions children feel on a daily basis?

As a teacher, I’ve made it a goal and mission of mine to help my students learn to be comfortable feeling and expressing, appropriately, all of the emotions they experience.  I want my students to learn how to tell someone that what they are doing is making them very angry.  I help my students learn to address all of their emotions.  At the start of a new school year, this is messy and can be and feel very chaotic as the students are learning how to express themselves.  For many of them, this is their first go-round of this type of activity, as they were unable to share their true feelings at their past schools.  I often find myself stopping class to help teach the boys how to deal with how they are feeling.  “It seems like you are really upset right now.  That must be very frustrating for you.  How are you feeling?”  Their response to this question allows me to do some teaching in the moment.  “Instead of cursing at your classmate when you are upset with him because he accidentally pushed you, you should tell him how you are feeling.  ‘I feel very angry right now because you pushed me.'”  These short, impromptu mini-lessons allow me the opportunity to help students learn how to interact with their peers in meaningful ways as they learn how to appropriately deal with positive and negative emotions.  I don’t ever want my students to feel like they need to bottle up their feelings or keep them hidden inside.  It’s completely normal to feel upset or mad, and I want them to learn how to deal with those types of feelings as they grow and develop throughout the year.

As most students that I work with come from schools, countries, and places that often prevent them from expressing negative emotions or feelings, this process takes a while to get through as a whole class.  However, occasionally, I am able to work with a student who comes from a place, environment, or family that have embraced feelings and emotions.  These students are fun to work with because they wear their feelings on their sleeve and aren’t afraid to tell it like it is.  “I hate this class.”  “You smell bad.”  “This is stupid.”  These students have learned how to share their feelings already.  My duty is to help these students learn how to share their feelings and emotions in appropriate ways.  “Instead of saying this is stupid, is there a more compassionate way you could express your frustration and anger right now?”  These students learn how to control the words they use when sharing their feelings so that they will be heard.  If a student calls someone else stupid, everything else that comes after the word stupid will not be heard, as it’s a trigger word.  Instead, I help my students learn to express their actual feelings and emotions.  “I feel angry right now because you are not understanding what I am saying even though I am using words that I think should help you understand me.”  This way, that other student is able to hear what that one student is saying and begin to change his behavior so suit the situation.

What I truly enjoy about these students who wear their emotions on their sleeves is their brutal honesty.  “I hate that class because it is stupid.  I don’t understand why we just tell stories all period.  That isn’t teaching me anything.”  If I ever want honest feedback with no filters, I will ask the one emotionally open student in my class questions.  These students also struggle to contain their negative thoughts and feelings, which can make for some interesting situations.  I have a student from Europe in my class this year and when we started our unit on Africa, he asked, “My mom is paying thousands of dollars to send me here to learn about America.  Why are we learning about Africa?  That makes no sense to me.”  At first, I was taken aback by this comment, but addressed his question in a meaningful manner.  As we got into the unit, he was one of the hardest workers in the class during the project phase because he enjoyed his topic so much.  As we debriefed the unit, he had clearly learned much.  “I loved this unit and it taught me a lot about a part of the world I didn’t know much about.  It changed my perspective a lot.  I loved the project too.  That was so much fun dressing up in costume.”  It was at this moment that I realized, that this student, like many with whom I have worked with in the past, just need to be allowed to share their thoughts and feelings in order to process the influx of new information.  By allowing students like this one to share his true feelings, negative or otherwise, he is able to then open his mind to new information.

Case and point, today’s study skills class.  The students needed to reflect, in writing, on their academic goals and make a plan for what they will do to keep working towards the goals they have set for themselves.  This one honest student asked, “Why do we have to do this?  It is stupid.  I already made my goals.  Why do I need to write about how it’s going?”  I listened as he spoke and provided him with a brief response on the power of self-awareness and ownership.  I then walked away and allowed him to get to work.  Walking by him a few minutes later, he was hard at work, focused on reflecting on his progress in working towards his goals.  He even asked me for feedback when he finished.  Amazing.  So, even though this student seems angry and confused at first, he just needs the time and opportunity to share his feelings aloud in order to process what he needs to do.  I’m so glad that I came to this realization, because I had started thinking that he was just a negative individual.  Now I see that he just has a different way of working and solving problems.  Awesome sauce.  Sometimes, you just gotta’ let ’em complain a little.

Reflections on My Time as a Teacher

16 days.  18 class periods.  Until my time at my current school comes to a close.  Giddy with excitement, I sit in my favorite spot in the classroom in one of the cool rocking chairs I picked out a few years ago.  It’s hard to believe that 15 years of service and teaching have come and gone.  I’ve been at this one school for 15 years.  That’s a long time, filled with numerous challenges, heartbreaks, and memories that I will forever treasure.  This school and my students are permanently ingrained within me like a tattoo.  Even though I’m moving onto a new school, a new adventure, my time at this school will not be forgotten.  Every new teaching decision I make will be indirectly influenced by my past at this school.  Who I am as a teacher is because of this school and how it allowed me to grow and develop.  Reflecting on my time, I feel moved to craft my teaching obituary.  A little dark, yes, but fitting, because as in life, all things are cyclical.  What goes around, comes around.

The Teaching Obituary of Mr. Holt

As the sun is about to set on Mr. Holt’s teaching career at this fine educational institution, we feel it prudent to reflect on his many years of service.  In his 15 years of teaching and employment…

  • He consumed more than 5,000 tasty meals in our Dining Commons, with only a few repeats.  Who doesn’t love Fried Egg Mondays?  Sadly though, he can never again eat meatballs due to the fiasco of 2008.  A person can only vomit so much meat.
  • He missed only a handful of teaching days due to illness.  Well, perhaps they weren’t all sick days.  He was spotted at the Aquatic Center with his family on one of those “sick” days.  Interesting.
  • He dripped only a few drops of blood onto our hallowed grounds.  Actually, it was onto the asphalt in front of one of our dormitories.  You see, it was a hot day in July when he came barreling out of his dorm to speak with his wife, who worked at our school at the time, and failed to recall that a chain fence lined the pathway leading out of the dorm.  He tripped over the chain and smacked his head against the asphalt path.  It was a kiss he will forever remember, mostly because of the stitches and scar.  Fortunately, his blood washed away with the first hard rain that week.
  • He plunged over 25 toilets, although most of them were repeats.  Who knew that middle school boys could produce that much fecal waste?  He even needed to use a duty knife on one occasion.
  • He wrote a textbook that was used in a course that became what we now call PEAKS class.  It took him thousands of hours over an entire school year to craft this brilliant masterpiece that is now defunct and used by many faculty members as a paperweight or door stop.
  • He transformed the boring Birthday Poems, once recited by a former teacher, into works of art that rivaled the poems of Charles Bukowski.  Sadly, a former headmaster thought the lyrical verses were a bit too sophisticated for our clientele and replaced them with a bland and unoriginal birthday jingle that is sung off-key at least three times a week.  Oh the humanity.
  • He taught over 1,000 students, which means that our world is now filled with people who only learned 25% of the truth regarding history, English, math, science, and social studies.  As his wife often told us, believe only 25% of what Mr. Holt tells you.  He certainly is quite the storyteller.

His eccentric sense of humor and demure clothing choices will not soon be forgotten.  You see, Mr. Holt is known for his wit, mis-matched socks, music trivia, and suspenders.  He is a man of many layers, much like an onion or one of those chocolate oranges people often give to others when everything else is sold out for the holidays.  His memories and time here on the Point will be treasured forever more, like that side-view mirror he took off of Mr. Hart’s car when he tried to drive one of our activity vehicles down a narrow road on campus during his first year of teaching.


Okay, so I’ll admit that I did have some fun crafting that one, but I only wrote the truth.  I’m not one for goodbyes; just ask all of the “friends” I’ve not spoken to since they left this wonderful school.  While I do like a good cry, as my wife will attest to when we watch any movie or commercial on the Hallmark Channel.  I don’t know how they do it, but man, they make amazing movies that tug at the ol’ heart strings like nobodies business.  Anyway, I also wanted to give my emotions a chance to speak and reflect on my time at this place.  So, here is my more serious and dramatic goodbye written in verse…

My Ode to Cardigan

Straight out of college, Dr. Dewar took a chance on me,

and for that, I am forever grateful

because the teacher I am today

is because of my time here.

 

I was like a piece of fresh wood dropped from

a truck onto the dirt-laden road during my first year here.

I couldn’t manage a class of students,

and certainly couldn’t teach Spanish.

But, I tried real hard and persevered daily,

and just like that piece of wood rolling on the ground,

I found my place here on the Point,

until I left;

but not for good, you see,

this place has a way of getting its claws

stuck into your heart and soul

real deep-like.

 

After a two-year hiatus, I returned to

the green, rolling hills of Canaan, NH

with my wife, to continue my teaching career.

My time away taught me some valuable lessons

that I carried into my classroom here.

I held my students to the highest expectations

and put up with no gruff or disrespect.

I commanded my class like a captain commands

his dingy in the mighty ocean,

very carefully.

 

Since my return, I’ve bopped around departments

and grades, teaching English, study skills,

ESL, invention class, history, science, and math.

My favorite will always be sixth grade.

I love working with those chatter box sponges.

They love learning as much as I love donuts.

They are curious and compassionate

and challenge me daily.

They keep me young at heart,

despite the many grey hairs littering my beard.

 

Like any adventure, my time here

has been filled with all sorts of memories.

 

I’ve said goodbye to a former student

as he laid, dead on a hospital bed.

I’ve waved goodbye to students as

they parted ways with the school

due to their poor choices.

I’ve seen many amazing teachers

and people come and go over the years.

While I’m no good at staying in touch

with people, they have all become

a part of me, somehow.

I make sure that my students

keep their shirts entirely tucked in,

just like the Doctor would have wanted.

 

As I settle into my final weeks here

at this amazing school,

I am saddened.

I love this place.

I love teaching sixth grade.

But, like Robert Frost reminds us,

“how way leads on to way,”

it’s time for me to take that other path

and see what happens, and

who knows, maybe those claws

won’t ever retract and I’ll be coming

back to Cougar-ville soon.

For now though, I must say

so long and thanks for giving

a strange looking guy like me a chance,

when other schools would not.

While my blood may look red

as it comes in contact with oxygen,

know that inside, it’s green and white.


That was hard.  I almost cried a few times writing that.  While I’m super excited for the next challenge and adventure at my new school, it’s going to be difficult to say goodbye to all of my memories here.  15 years is a very long time.  This place is all I’ve known.  My son grew up here.  I grew into a great teacher here.  This school is my life, and will always hold a special place in my heart.  But, alas, it’s time to move on; it’s time to make new memories and forge new relationships at my new school.  Luckily though, I still have a few days left here at my old school to embrace all of what makes this place so special.

“To Cardigan, our favored school,

by nature’s gift benign…”

From the Mouths of my Students

Children are innocent, as they haven’t yet been touched by the impurity of reality.  They believe in santa claus and the tooth fairy.  They think the world is a great place because they don’t see all of the bad that exists.  They are kind and gentle souls who are untainted by knowing how the world really operates.  They see life through kid-colored glasses.  This purity of thought allows them to think and say some pretty interesting stuff.  They are not afraid to speak their mind.  I remember the first time my wife and I met our son before we adopted him.  After shaking my hand, the first thing he said to me was, “Why do you sound like a farmer?”  Kids have no filters and are very curious.  It’s great.  That’s what I love about teaching elementary-school-aged children.  They are very honest.  They don’t sugar-coat the truth.  If they like you, they will tell you.  If they don’t like something, they will also tell you.  They aren’t afraid to talk or share their thoughts and ideas with others.

As a teacher, I crave honest feedback so that I can continue to grow and develop in the classroom.  I’m constantly asking my co-teacher what I could do to improve a lesson, unit, or activity.  When colleagues come into my classroom to observe me, I pepper them with questions.  What do I need to work on?  What could I have done better?  Did I ask the most effective questions?  Did I call on the same student too often?  As my colleagues are adults, they usually choose just the right words to answer my questions, which means that I may not always be getting the most truthful response or feedback.  You know adults.

The most effective and honest feedback I’ve gotten over the years comes from my students.  If I want to truly know how a lesson went, I just ask my students.  What did you think?  How’d it go?  What would you change if you were the teacher?  They don’t hold back.  While I work with them over the course of the year in learning to give honest feedback to others in appropriate ways, that doesn’t mean that they don’t reveal their true feelings.  They just do so in a kind and compassionate manner.

Yesterday, the students began working on writing a book review for the play 12 Angry Men by Reginald Rose, which we recently finished reading and discussing in class.  My written instructions and explanation for what they needed to include in their review were very limited.  I kept it focused on just the facts, without telling them too much.  I want them to do the thinking and problem solving when approaching the task at hand.

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The students worked diligently in class on their first paragraph.  While a few students had some questions about how they should include the author’s name and title, they solved their own problems as they worked.  At the close of class, I asked them if they felt like the brief overview I gave them was enough information to go on to complete the task of if they would have liked a detailed rubric instead.  I wasn’t shocked by their responses, as I’ve known how ineffective rubrics can be for most students for quite some time now.  However, it does feel good to know that my students see how less is more when it comes to project or task details.  Here’s a smattering of the feedback I received…

“I liked the overview you gave us because it allowed me to think for myself and ask questions if I didn’t understand.  I was challenged and I like that.”

“For me, I’m an ESL student and sometimes I need more help understanding an assignment, but your explanation was fine.  I knew what to do.”

“When there’s a lot of writing like on a rubric, I don’t read it.  I like how you just gave us the basic requirements for the assignment.”

“Your explanation told me what I needed to do while also giving me room to be creative in how I do it.”

“I liked it.  It really helped me to do the work, but allowed me to make it my own as I could interpret the requirements in my own way.”

From the mouths of my students comes truthful and honest feedback.  I love it.  If you want to know how you’re doing as a teacher in the classroom, don’t ask adults because they will find a way to put a positive spin on what they say.  Ask your students for feedback.  Plus, who knows you better than your own students?  See what they have to say.  I’ve done the most growing as an educator in my 17 years of teaching by using the feedback I’ve received from my students.  Give it a try and see what happens.  Perhaps, you will find as much success in the process as I have.