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August 18, 2012

Teachers Exposed (again)

Filed under: Education — Tags: copiers, supplies, teaching — Christa Allan @ 1:29 am

While I’m careening toward a deadline and grading papers and writing lesson plans and sponsoring clubs, I’m sharing a post I’d written when I first started blogging. Here’s the sad news. . .the original post was written in 2006. Nothing’s changed.

Shame on you if you clicked on this blog expecting to find something salacious!

DISCLAIMER: The experiences of which I speak are personal to me and are not necessarily representative of all teachers and/or schools and/or school boards and/or students and/or their parents.

1. A universal revelation is embedded in the following fill-in-the-blank: “It would make so much more sense if we____________.” I realize that whatever I use to complete the statement probably won’t happen because, generally, if it makes sense, it doesn’t happen. And so, I solved the dilemma with the dilemma itself.

2. COPIERS (the machines, not the students): Teachers, at least in high school, are usually granted one period per day called our “plan period.” Generally, we’re planning how to call parents and/ or return their calls, grade papers, record grades, return parents’ emails, possibly attend a parent conference, make copies, and-we pray-go to the restroom in the fifty-five or fewer minutes we’ve been granted. Oh, I forgot, and we plan lessons during that time.

Take the average number of people on the faculty, divide that by the average number of people on the faculty less twenty, and that’s how many copying machines are actually functioning on any given day. At one school I taught in, we were on a first name basis with the repair person. In fact, in that same school it was not unusual to wait in a line of eight or more teachers to make copies. School started before 7:30. Many of us would arrive an hour early just to beat one another to the front of the line. And on exam days, beat one another took on a whole new meaning.

It was also in this school that we were limited as to the number of copies we could make. Run out of copies before you run out of month? Two options–buy them (yes, with our own $$$) or work a deal with one of the coaches, who, for some odd reason, never used their allotment.

It’s a glorious day in teacher land when you open the door to the faculty lounge and there’s a vacant copier, and it doesn’t have a sign telling you that it needs toner or is blinking some alien code.

3. SUPPLY MONEY: Oops, I’m sorry, could you repeat that? Oh, yes. Money to buy supplies. One time in my entire teacher life I was bowled over by what I was granted to purchase supplies. I’d arrived after Hurricane Katrina and  received a generous sum to get my classroom together. Of course, the next day I had to evacuate for Hurricane Rita, but that’s another blog. In 2006, our supply money for the year was $75.00. In the past few years, it has increased to $100.00.

Now, I’d like you to imagine walking to your desk at a company at which you’ve just been hired, opening the drawers and finding—nothing.

No things. Nothing.

Teachers are not shocked by this. We purchase our own everything–pens, pencils, paper clips, rubber bands (my daughter used to call them bubber rands), staplers, staples. Posters hanging on walls, calendars, clock, dry erase markers for the boards, erasers for the dry erase boards, manila folders, cleaning supplies, Kleenex, paper towels. Now I know some teachers in some schools place some of these items on their supply list for students to schlep in the first weeks of school. I usually don’t. The room does come with a file cabinet, a trash can, and sometimes a bookcase.

It’s always fun to watch a first year teacher ask, “Where can I get a_______?”   And then we direct him/her to Wal-Mart or an office supply store.

In the early years, I would take pity on students who did not have a pen or pencil or paper and provide missing supplies. But when I started having to purchase school supplies for my own five children, that ended as fast as Kim K.’s marriage. Now, and because I teach primarily juniors who are chronologically 16 and 17-year-olds, he without a pen better hope for a friend with one.

Here’s my take on that: Did this same kid forget his/her cell phone or his/her pants? No. So, I instruct said kid to attach a pen to the cell phone or pants pocket and have the pen in school. It’s not only problem ownership, it’s just simply responsibility.

Try getting to the airport without a ticket and borrowing one from the pilot or your friend. Let me know how that works for you.

 


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July 26, 2012

Teachers can only open the door

Filed under: Education — Tags: ChooseNOWMinistries, classroom, Nicole O"Dell, students, teachers, teaching — Christa Allan @ 10:06 am

I’m hanging out at ChooseNOWMinistries!

Some of my best stories about school will have to wait until after I retire. In the meantime, most of the latest antics I’ve composed only in my brain, and then they ghost around in there and never quite materialize onto paper or the blog.

Today, though, a series of events converged into the perfect storm that, without the support of my colleagues, would have left me drowning in a sea of frustration.

The first strike of thunder started with a student complaining about having to watch the Veterans’ Day special program on the morning announcements. In one of my rare “call your kids from the neighbor’s house” voices, I informed him that men and women died so he could whine about sitting in a classroom watching a flat screen television, and I was certain the soldiers’ families would so appreciate knowing how much he honored their contributions.

READ THE REST HERE!


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February 23, 2012

ON EDUCATING TEENS: Celebrate my first column at Choose WOW Ministries

Filed under: Education — Tags: Choose WOW Ministries, education, Nicole O' Dell, parents, teaching, teens — Christa Allan @ 10:45 am

Where you can find me today and every fourth Thursday of the month.

Please join me and a host of other columnists at Nicole O’Dell’s informative and important site for teens and their parents: Choose NOW Ministries!

My first column is today…read it HERE.

 


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June 1, 2010

School’s out, summer’s in

Filed under: Faith,Issues — Tags: high school, summer, teaching, vacation — Christa Allan @ 12:52 am
If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had
different needs, and some of whom didn’t want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher’s job. Donald D. Quinn
Today marks my first official week of summer vacation.  Reading Quinn’s quote, I’m reminded that, in addition to throwing off the albatross of grading, I’m not spending over seven hours a day, five days a week, with 125-150 teenagers. Not interacting with 125+ adolescent personalities on a daily basis is a tremendous stress reducer.
Summer…how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. . .
  • No lesson plans.
  • No lunch duty.
  • No meetings.
  • No grading.
  • No bells ringing.
  • No parent conferences.
  • No parent emails.
  • No wondering what I’m going to wear that will allow me to pick up anything I drop on the floor without risking a sexual harassment violation.
  • No inhaling lunch to give myself time to dash to the bathroom before the 30 minutes have passed.
  • No copies to make.
  • No prayers that the copiers are not out of toner, jammed, or otherwise cranky.
  • No standing in line to use the copy machines.
  • No repeating every hour between classes to kids in the mall, “Where’s your ID?”
  • Did I mention no grading?

What makes your vacation a vacation?


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July 13, 2009

Like check out Taylor Mali

Filed under: Education — Tags: poetry, teaching — Christa Allan @ 6:45 pm

T                                    Taylor Mali’s “Totally Like Whatever”  on WORDLE

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December 8, 2008

Teachers: How willing are you to be students?

Filed under: Education,Faith — Tags: Angela Maiers, education, reading, teaching, writing — Christa Allan @ 1:22 am

“The late and wonderful Donald Graves once said, “anything we ask children to do must be for us first.”

I believe that we must experience and analyze what we are asking children to complete in our classrooms, and perhaps more importantly, what we ask them to do in their out-of-class lives. This is easier said than done! When we are able to bring our own intellectual lives vividly into the classroom, we can uncover, unpack, and explore the process with our students in ways far richer than any teachers manual could provide.

After all, how can we we encourage our children to read critically, scrutinizing the most complex and abstract elements of text, if we are not prepared to rise to the occasion? We need to walk our talk. Please do not forget the source of our most poHabitudescover3werful teaching comes from mining our own literacy lives. “

The above quote comes from a blog post written by Angela Maiers of Angela Maiers Educational Service. Angela, who has over 20 years in the teaching trenches, now works as a consultant in literacy, learning, and 21st century education. She’s written books, articles, and curriculum support materials; in fact, her newest book, Classroom Habitudes, will be available this month. And if I seem like an Angela Maiers groupie, no apology…I am. She’s provided more information, resources, and motivation in the one year I’ve followed her blog than I’ve encountered in any professional development workshops I’ve attended over the past five years.[Don't tell her, but I think Angela is one of a set of identical triplets because I'm confounded by how much she accomplishes...]

Angela challenges me, in positive and productive ways, to be a better teacher. So, when I read this particular blog post, I grew excited because my students had been participating in some of these very processes. It was an Angela-validating moment.

At the beginning of this school year, I’d asked my students to have a book or magazine they wanted to read with them daily. Not a textbook and not a magazine with fold-out anatomically correct photos, and if they didn’t have a book with them, they’d be able to select one from my bookshelf.

Two or three days a week, for ten minutes, I planned to have students read. Just read. Initially and understandably, they were confused. Predictable questions followed: “Is there going to be a test? Will we have to write about or talk about what we’re reading? What if we don’t finish what we’re reading? How are we getting a grade? Are you SURE there’s no test?”

No test. No writing. No talking. No having to finish what you started. Yes, I’m sure.

This concept of reading simply for the sake of reading was almost foreign to them. As a teacher, I’ll own being responsible for this confusion because so much of what happens in a classroom is not for the sake of pure enjoyment. It’s about the grade. But that’s another issue, at least for now.

Walk into my classroom on these reading days and you will hear nothing. Well, exluding the huge sigh of the air conditioner as it kicks off. This silence is absolutely glorious. Not because my students are quiet. It’s because they’re engaged and quiet. I’m not a teacher who believes learning takes place in silent classrooms. So, I don’t promote quiet for the sake of quiet.  But on these reading days, I’m so psyched by their involvement in their books, that I feel guilty having to tell them time’s up. Sometimes, I extend the ten minutes to fifteen or twenty.

Unless I’m compelled to attend to some other teacher business during that time, I’m reading with them. Too many students never see an adult in their home ever read. I want them to see that I’m reading, and what I’m reading. A few months ago, I was rabidly attempting to finish the Twilight series before half my students spilled the plot to me. Some days I’m reading professional development books,Writer’s Digest, or other magazines or books about writing. When the time’s up, I’ll ask students if they want to share anything about what they’ve read…positive or negative. If they don’t share, that’s not a problem. They know they’re not expected to, so there’s none of that uncomfortable squirming, direct eye contact avoidance behavior.

Before I’d started giving myself permission to read with my students, I’d already spent time writing with them. Years ago, I started this when I began teaching my Advanced Placement English classes. One day I realized I was doling out prompts to my students expecting them to face the time constraints and anxiety of having to write a lucid, well-developed, and organized essay. Without experiencing it myself, how could I pretend to understand what faced them? So, I’d sit in a student desk, and attack the prompt right along with them. If nothing else, they appreciated my willingness to humble myself and came to realize that writing can be a struggle at any age. I also think my participation in the challenge added credibility to my comments.

Then, a few years ago, when I began to seriously pursue my fiction writing, I began to share my writing with my students. Not so much to uphold what I wrote as a model, but to show them that writing can be a messy and frustrating process, one that may not result in anything worth the paper it was written on. At times, I think my scratchings reassured them that even teachers write poopy papers. What I hoped to demonstrate was that the power was in the process and the willingness to give and get feedback. And I hoped to show that them I wasn’t unwilling to do what I was asking them to do.

Too many teachers of reading and writing aren’t willing to read or write with their students. I’m amazed by the arrogance of some teachers who believe that their teaching certificate exempts them from having to participate in what they’re asking their students to do.

How can one effectively teach writing if one’s not struggling with the very process in his/her own writing? I realize that many teachers pursued a degree in English because of their passion for literature, not for writing. But the reality is, high school English teachers are expected to teach writing. When we bring ourselves to the classroom, our struggles and insecurities, I believe we’re sending a message to our students that learning isn’t so much about “covering” material as it is about “uncovering” it. Making the process transparent and even trusting our students in the way that we expect them to trust us.

Clearly, I don’t pretend that because I read and write with my students that I’ve reached educational nirvana. And certainly, I don’t pretend that I’m a better teacher than someone who chooses not to do the same.

What I do believe is what Angela said in this blog: “When we read and write for ourselves, collaborate and create with others around those experiences we can understand the learning process from the inside out-the best way.”

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October 28, 2008

If bees can count, there’s hope for the future

Filed under: Education,Issues — Tags: teaching — Christa Allan @ 1:00 am

I just read a news story that researchers think honey bees, who have brains the size of a sesame seed, can count to four.

So, if a human brain is, give or take a few hamburger bun tops, equal to a gazillion sesame seeds, my students should be able to memorize the eight parts of speech. Right?

In no particular order, here are my latest teacher concerns:

1. Students have foregone using planners for writing on their hands. When I ask them to write down a due date, they make a fist and diligently record the information on their little fleshy hand tablet. I find this disturbing for several reasons:

  • If a student is in my first hour class, does s/he go to the bathroom anytime during the school day? If so, and the assignment’s still there, we have a handwashing/hygiene issue of massive germy proportions;
  • Since students are in seven classes each day, where are they recording their other assignments? How many appendages are components of this planning system?;
  • If they can write this on their hands, how difficult would it be to make the leap to paper? I’d buy into the, “But I remember it better this way,” if they truly did.
  • This system is not transferable to the real world. I doubt if Michael Dell or the cast of HSM 3 or the heavy equipment operator is checking off “to do” lists on the backs of their hands. And if they are, I’m wondering about their bathroom hygiene as well.

2. Rubber bands. A student actually said, “You mean there’s a place you can BUY rubber bands?”  Eighty-six students. Eighty-six [sure, in Pollyanna-teacher-world, everyone turns it in] sets of 25 index cards. Five students thought to use a rubber band. The others stared at me with (not so) Precious Moments eyes, flabbergasted that I expected them to supply the rubber band. The conversation, repeated throughout the day:

Student [perky-voiced]: “Mrs. Allan, I have my literary term cards. Do you have rubber bands?”

Me: “Yes.”

Student [still perky]” “Great. Can I have one?”

Five rubber bands

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Me: “No.”

Student [perky fading]: “Why not? How am I supposed to keep all these cards together?”

Of course the issue, at least for me, wasn’t the rubber bands. It was their assumption that it was my responsibility to supply seven or so dozen students with what they needed to submit their work.

I already supply them with endless boxes of facial tissue. Again, not that I’m seriously depleting my retirement account purchasing these items.  But when I hear, “Mrs. Allan, I need to blow my nose. The box is empty. You need to get some more Kleenex,” I wonder about the boundaries of my job description.

Do I buy it? You betcha. Try going through a day with two or three students in every class doing the wet nose sniffle and snot-sucking. It’s self-defense. I also purchase industrial-size bottles of anti-bacterial lotion.

On any given day, I’m asked for Kleenex, paper towels, band aids, pens, safety pins, bobby pins, a mirror, hand lotion, paper, hole-puncher, paper clips, glue, glue sticks, Post-It notes, lunch money, Liquid Paper, and/or contact lens solution. Again, do I mind being all-maternal-like providing what they need? Usually, no. What I mind is the assumption that I should supply it. For my 140 or so students.

3. Politeness is becoming an anomaly. Saturday I proctored the ACT. Students are given a 10-minute break halfway through the test. The yaddayadda we have to read out of the official manual states students cannot use their cell phones during the break. So, three minutes later, I see a student holding her cell phone, appearing to be texting or contemplating texting. I remind her she’s not supposed to use her cell phone, and she needs to put it away.

Eye roll. “Well, what if I texting my father?” Smirk.

Eye bulge. “Well, what if I just invalidate your test?” Steam.

Some days I don’t get it. We read the rules. They hear the rules. They ignore the rules. We enforce the rules. They get snarky.

But, in the twenty or so years I’ve spent in high school classrooms, I’ve experienced the kindness, energy, humor, perseverance, generosity, and trust of hundreds of students. They’re gems.

The others are just stones waiting to be polished. . .


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August 26, 2008

We’ve only just begun. . .

Filed under: Education — Tags: teaching — Christa Allan @ 4:17 pm


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July 29, 2008

Me in a month

Filed under: Education — Tags: teaching — Christa Allan @ 5:50 pm


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July 28, 2008

Summer is its own school

Filed under: Education,Faith,Writing — Tags: education, students, teaching — Christa Allan @ 11:26 am

Whatever invaded my body for the past 48 hours took leave sometime overnight. I woke up this morning feeling almost human, which is how I feel most mornings, so that would mean that we’re back to business as usual.

Just for the record, I have NINE days before school starts. NINE. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9. That’s counting today, so that would mean 8.5 days really. There’s simply not enough cheese for the symphony of whining that will resonant in the Allan home over the next 8.5 days.

I love teaching. It’s just that 150 students show up for almost nine months.[insert laugh track here] Honestly, that’s 150 attitudes a day, not counting administrators, peers, or parents. Some days it’s like being in a reality show for personality disorders….and that’s generally just mine. After weeks of lazy mornings, bonding with my laptop, chatting with friends, schlepping around in my jammies, lounging on the sofa with the husband–reading while he’s watching something noisy, and generally slug-ness, it’s a challenge to wind myself up for a 4:30 wake-up call, teaching six classes, a 26 minute lunch, conferences, meetings, and grading papers.

Once I meet my darlings, I’m fine. My feet hit the ground running, and I’m stretching my arms out wide enough to scoop them all with me and push them along. They energize me, frustrate me, motivate me, and fascinate me. And nothing delights me more than, years after they graduate, when they find me on Facebook to tell me they’re parenting, building, lawyering, doctoring, nursing, accounting, and contributing members of Planet Earth. In fact, recently I ran into one at the grocery (no, not a cart-driving issue) who handed me his business card (!), and told me he’s writing magazine articles (because he wants to, not because of his job). Amazing. Not that he’s doing it, but that I could stand back and witness the yound man he’d become.

Several of my former students are now teachers themselves. Their enthusiasm fills me with gratitude for the choice they’ve made to step into the classroom and dare to believe in the goodness of their students.

So, am I whining because the wave of school is overtaking the summer beach? Yes.

But riding the wave is the only way in.


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