My Teaching Experiences

I'm a graduate student at Boise State University just starting to work with the school districts.

This no-frills blog is my account of my experiences in the school setting.

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Friday, April 14, 2006
More practicing for the ISATS Monday and Wednesday. Blah. One thing came up on Wednesday, however, that I have been milling about in my brain ever since. Question number one on the practice sheet read similar to the following:

The engine coughed.
The photographed leered at me from the wall.
My dog jumped with joy.

These sentences describe which of the following:
A. similie
B. metaphor
C. personification
D. symbolism


I had one person in my group of four read the question out loud but before that person read the sentences I asked the students in my group if they knew what all four of their options were.

In sixth period I was in a group with four girls who all requested that they be in my group, which I think makes a difference in how they responded to me (versus how the students responded to me in seventh period). When I asked if they knew those terms, they said that they had never heard them before. So, we had a lively discussion about each one, complete with questions, examples and stories to help them rembember. Then, when we read the sentences, all four girls knew right away that they were examples of personification.

In seventh period, I chose to work with the four students in the front of the classroom. I knew them to be three of the exciteable boys and the one flirty girl, but I was feeling good about sixth period's discussion and thought that the discussion in seventh would go at least similar to that. Plus, I have built a good rapport with the four students I chose to be in my group. None of that mattered. They also did not know the four terms, but instead of discussing the answers, two of the boys talked to each other and the other boy and the girl goofed off on their own. One boy kept commenting about what I was wearing: he liked my shoes, his mom also wears red toe nail polish, my skirt had cool flowers on it. The girl kept typing things into her keyboard, even though I had asked her to move out from in front of her computer station. When we went over the sentences, one person happened to guess personification, but the others either guessed randomly or had no idea how to pinpoint something close to the right answer.

So what I have been thinking about is this: How do we, as educators, get students to realize when they are in a learning moment? We're taught to recognize teachable moments, but is there even such a thing as a learning moment? At that moment in seventh period, I thought that I had something important to teach those students - especially since those types of questions will be on their ISATS next week and every one of them is worried about improving their scores because they all know that they have to make a three-point improvement. Knowing just one more simple thing, like how to recognize personification, will help them with that. Plus, it's something that they can use forever. It's a great term and it's something that people use every day - they should know what it's called when someone says "My computer is taking it's time thinking today." But instead, they did their own things, not even attributing a moment's concern to the questions or the chance to learn.

Are they much different from the students I had in sixth period? Are their priorities different? Did it matter that one group was all girls and the other group was mostly boys? Did it matter in either situation that I am a girl? That I'm young? That I'm not their real teacher? Was it because it was sixth period and they were excited because it's closer to the end of the school day? Was it because that's the natural culture of that particular period? What was it that made them ignore and completely pass up the opportunity to have a discussion and learn?




Sunday, April 09, 2006
I read test questions Wednesday with a small group in preparation of the ISATS. Ms. Gratton told me to pick three students to work with, so rather than select my three favorite students I chose the three closest to the back of the room. I figured that it wouldn't make a huge difference and that the proximity would be easy. Wrong! In my group was the dependent reader I've spoken of before, who initially asked if he could work alone, but was all right with being in the group when he realized that we were all working together and that I wasn't going to force him to read aloud in front of his peers. Also in the group was a very nice young man who was cooperative and pleasant throughout the whole reading process. Finally, there was a girl who was pissed that she had been chosen to be in that group. When I said her name (when I was picking groups) she scowled at me and sent darts my way through her pupils. In the group she was short, uncooperative and rude to me and the others. I didn't let her temper tantrum get to me, though. I tried to understand that perhaps she was having a bad day or that she was upset with me for putting her in a group with two boys and away from her friends. I didn't take it personally, but rather saw it as an inappropriate reaction to an inconsequential ten minutes in her life and continued on with the assignment. I wanted to say something to her about it later, but wasn't sure what to say or how to phrase it. I think that what stands out to me about this instance is that I can see myself in her through that inappropriate reaction and I hate it. She made everyone else in that group very aware of her feelings and made everyone else in that group uncomfortable. The one cooperative boy sort of laughed at her, but not in a way that anyone but me saw. I think I was so conflicted about saying anything to her because I didn't know how. It wasn't until I was an adult that anyone said something about those behaviors to me, and that hasn't always gone well. I almost feel like I've lost my moment to have that discussion.

Switching gears...to talk about the ISATS. First of all, I hate the idea of standardized testing. Second of all, I find this concept of testing difficult. Not in the sense that I don't understand the concepts, but in that I don't understand the test questions some of the time. So often, even on the kids' level, I find ISAT questions difficult to answer. I don't always know the right answer and I think I would get many of them wrong should I be tested. When I was in elementary school, we didn't do standardized testing. The elementary school I attended primarily had a lower percentage of white students than minority students. And this financially-challenged school that I attended was in Virginia, so many things were different - right down to the focus on phonics rather than whole-word recognition. I was never taught how to take those types of tests or answer those types of questions. I have the content knowledge on what many of the questions ask about, but I don't have the procedural knowledge. Sometimes I can get the answer narrowed down to one of two options, but have no idea where to go from there. Even if I can, I can't always tell the students why I answered the way I did. Helping the students and realizing my own setbacks with the testing makes me even more aware of why I dislike the tests - because they don't actually test knowledge. They test one specific method of answering questions that applies to no other aspect of life.




Sunday, April 02, 2006
This week was a little different because I only came on Friday. Friday was a little different because it was the last day before spring break. Ms. Gratton always talks about the little things that cause differences in the kids' behaviors. It impresses me that she's so on top of those things. The kids seemed to be much better behaved last Friday than I had anticipated they would be.

I read with a girl seventh period who doesn't seem to connect with people very well. The two of us went to the library to read. When we got there she said that she didn't have her book today because it's at home and she didn't have her library card because she lost it. She asked if we could just read a magazine, so I said sure. She chose one of the teen magazines and we started flipping through it. She found a page on one of the reality TV shows (The Real World, maybe?) and excitedly started telling me about the characters in the show. I asked her to read the page to me and tell me about them as she read, which she seemed excited to do. I think she found it fun to be able to read about something important in her life that she could also talk to me about. Then we turned a few more pages and read something about piercings. She had just gotten her lip pierced two days before and was telling me that it's a pain and that she's thinking about taking it out. I told her that it took me about two weeks to get used to my nose piercing. Then she looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. Suddenly, she could relate to me. She asked me all sorts of questions about piercings and when I got my nose done and when I took it out. She also thought it was cool that I had had my eyebrow pierced too. She smiled at me after that and talked to me in the hall when her friends were around.

Ms. Gratton was upset that the girl didn't read a book or didn't borrow one from the classroom library to read over break. But I had already figured she would have something negative to say about reading the magazine. What I thought about the incident, though, was that I gave this girl a chance to see me in a way that she could understand - in a way that maybe helps her trust me. She is the only girl in a class full of boys and she has a tendency to flirt in a way that distracts her from her schoolwork. She comes from a family that doesn't support academic achievement. Ms. Gratton is always telling me that I have the chance to be a good role model for her. I took an opportunity to do just that.