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, February 23, 2007
Well, it's the end of the day on Friday and I'm not exhausted. I think that's a good sign.

Recent inquiries into blogging in general have prompted me to change my system some. Even though I've changed many of the students' names here to "protect the innocent," I've decided to move to something even more ambiguous: First initials only. I don't know if this is necessary, but I want to cover more bases than may be necessary.

I administered the second quiz today. Grades were relatively the same as with the last quiz - except for periods seven and eight. I wonder what it is about those two classes that made them do so much better - an entire grade better. K---- thinks that those two classes are just smarter, and whereas I agree with that to a point, I think that it has more to do with one, I have a better relationship with those two classes and two, by the time I get to seventh, I have practiced the lesson three times already and then had a break. Of course it will be better by the end of the day! The problem now is just trying to figure out how I can possibly expand that to the other periods.

While glancing over my previous posts, I realized that I used the verbs "fear" and "worry" more than I thought. I don't generally fear or worry, but I suppose I do in reflection. I never thought teaching was an "easy" job; that's not why I chose this career path. However, I also didn't anticipate it to be like it is. I really do worry about different students, different lessons, different ideas. It's tough to step in front of 150 students every day and present an idea that took me who-knows-how-long to develop into a lesson plan and risk failure with it every day. I find this especially with my particular third period class. They're my first class of the day, and they're a rough crowd. I have a nice mix of the cool kids, the kids who don't care, and the kids who would rather be doing ANYTHING else other than school in that class. In short: they look at me the entire period like everything I'm saying and doing is the dumbest thing they've ever heard. They don't ask questions, they don't answer questions, they don't get excited about anything. Sometimes I think that the only thing that would make them happy on the whole is if I told them that English was a stupid subject so I wasn't going to make them study it ever again - that instead, they could chat, leave school, smoke pot, basically do whatever they wanted for the 47 minutes they were expected to be in my class. Obviously, that is never going to happen, so instead I have to belabor them with TKAM and other trivial things of that nature. I'm just thankful that the rest of my classes are better.




Thursday, February 15, 2007
I enjoyed this week. I don’t know if I enjoyed it because it was short (it’s already Friday, but it’s only Thursday!) or because things just seemed to go well.

Monday I showed the film – well, the first thirty minutes of the film. I think that in graduate classes I had the fear of God put into me by professors that if I allow students to just watch a movie and not hold them accountable for anything then they’ll just sleep through the film. One professor was adamant about not allowing students to watch more than three minutes of film at a time before stopping the film and having them complete some form of activity. I allowed the film to run through for half an hour, but did have them turn in an assignment on five differences between the film and the book. At first, I was a little concerned about five – it was an arbitrary choice, really. However, there are a ton of differences, many of which most of my students had no problem locating. The only problem with showing the introduction of the film is that every day for the rest of the week, students asked me if we were watching more of the film – even though I told them on Monday that we would be watching it periodically throughout, not all at once and most certainly not all the way through when we had only read six chapters of the book. I think it’s just because they see movie watching as easier and therefore preferred.

Tuesday Paul came to our classroom – he’s with the writer in the school program. The students really seemed to enjoy his activity, as they do every week. On Wednesday, they begged me to put that day’s activity off until the next day so that they could work on their writings from Tuesday. This may seem quite positive, but I’m not so sure it is…Do they really like Paul coming that much? Or do they see his classroom visits as a welcome respite from the rest of their lifeless, meaningless, stupid English work? I have a hunch it may be the latter.

Wednesday I played chapters 7-8 on tape. I fear that we may be falling behind in the reading – especially since I lose one day a week to Paul and both this week and next week the students have an extra day off, leaving me with two straight weeks of only three teaching days. The tape captured their attention immediately and held them for the entire period. Today, students told me that they remembered everything from the tape far better than if they had just read it on their own, which confirms my suspicion that I have a hefty number of auditory learners in my classes.

Today they worked on an activity that helped them better understand the relationships emerging between characters in the novel. I worry that they aren’t seeing the significance of these relationships and the way that the relationships are developing over time – especially since we’ve just finished reading about the second winter in Maycomb. It has been a year and a half in this novel and many of my students still think Scout is a little boy and don’t realize that she’s now a seven-year-old kid in second grade. They’re overlooking the significance of Atticus being middle-aged and the fact that Miss Maudie (who many of them still call Miss Mao-die), even though we seldom see her, plays a significant role in their daily lives. One student told me today that Scout and Jim [sic] are afraid of Boo because he has fangs and eats people. I asked him if that was true or just rumored. He stated that it was definitely true, that Boo really did eat people. I tell them over and over again that all the information they learn about every facet of life in this novel is told from the perspective of a small girl – not an educated, trustworthy, adult narrator. I don’t know if they just don’t listen or if they forget. The activity today, though, really seemed to help. There wasn’t someone all day who didn’t work with their group to find answers and suggest events as supporting evidence. I really feel like a lot of students got it today – or got at least a little bit. This activity went so very well and I felt tremendous about it all day long. It’s true, I am worried some about not being on a good pace with the reading, but I think that the activity today paved the way for us to continue in a productive fashion. Plus, I didn’t really want to send them away for a four-day weekend on a new chapter without reinforcing some of the reading thus far.

After school today, K---- and I submitted grades for progress reports. She said not to worry about spending a lot of time commenting on the progress reports (she does spend the time at report card time) – just to comment on students who have a D or F. I made sure to leave a comment on K----’s, however, letting her parents know that even though she’s still passing, she doesn’t spend her time in class wisely. Her boyfriend is in the same class and that causes problems. When she’s not talking and goofing off with C---- (the bf), she’s talking and goofing off with G----. I guess she used to be a good student and this year she’s taken a u-turn. Her writing is good, but it seems like she’s more interested in getting attention from boys, which makes me wonder how much attention she gets at home. I also left the comment “Pleasure to have in class” for C---- because, for one, he really is a pleasure to have in class, and for two, I don’t want his progress report to be filled with only negative comments.

This brings me to two other things: other teachers’ negativity and K----’s bell curve needs.

First, other teachers’ negativity. I feel like I’m surrounded by negative people all the time. In our team meetings every morning we bring up different kids. There are two male teachers on my team who constantly bring up the negative things about those kids: he hasn’t turned in anything all week, she failed my test, he’s been tardy twice, she already has a referral. If they do mention anything positive at all, it’s with surprise – unless, of course, it’s from a “good” kid, from whom you would suspect nothing but clearly good and tidy behavior. So I bring up how he did the assignment in my class and she received a C on my quiz and how he participates in discussion and how she always comes with her book, even if that was what made her tardy. They don’t pay me the time of day. They just don’t care. They hear what I say and then go back to the negative comments, the destructive comments. We have known in the social sciences for more than a hundred years that people respond far better to positive stimuli and rewards than to negative stimuli and punishment. So why waste time sitting around talking about all the things the kids are doing wrong? Why focus on everything they do that displeases the ever-important grown-up? We should be utilizing their strengths to help them succeed, not avoiding them for their difficult behaviors.

And it occurs to me now that all I’ve done is complain about my team – exactly what I wish they would do less of with the students. They are a fun bunch, even if I think some (many) of their jokes are inappropriate in a work setting and contradict the sexual harassment guidelines. They get along well and seem to support each other openly. They have finally come around to including me in their discussions and one in specific makes sure to fill me in on back stories. Also, they’ve made a list of students they want to bring in to talk with about grades and classroom behaviors, which I think is a positive and proactive move, even though I am worried that these meetings will focus on the students’ negative behaviors. I hope to be the one positive light in those meetings and plan to, despite all else that may happen, focus on the individual student’s strengths.

And for K----’s love of the bell curve…At least, that what it seems to be. She insists that there must be a variety of grades in each class, and actively scans them on a daily basis to ensure that there’s a spread representation of grades A-F in each period. I told her that I thought it better to have more As because that meant that more students are learning the material better, but she insisted that in order to have an accurate representation of what happens in the classroom – with students turning in work to how productive they are in class – you must have all grades equally represented. I firmly disagree, and that’s difficult, but I suppose for now, while I’m in her classroom, I mustn’t fight it.




Friday, February 09, 2007
This week went better than last week. I think that having the classroom entirely to myself for the three days that K---- was gone helped me gain a sense of ownership over the classroom and my students. I finally feel comfortable with 99% of their names - I'm still having problems in third period with K---- and M----, who look enough alike to be confusing, in fourth period with R---- and C----, who look nothing alike whatsoever, and of course remembering which K---- in eighth period is K---- C. and which is K---- M. and in seventh which J---- is J---- A. and which is J---- G. and also in seventh remembering which of the three N---- is which. But I'm getting there. I'm also becoming better versed in the students as a whole. I know who I can rely on, who goofs off, who shouldn't work with whom, who needs extra time on assignments and who should really be in an advanced class.

I administerd, collected and graded my first quiz today; it was on the first six chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird. I have to admit: I thought they would fare much better than they did. Each class averaged a C. I know that's about perfect according to the bell curve and all, but I think the bell curve is a bunch of baloney. K---- doesn't, though, so she's pleased as pie with the scores.

The problems I've encountered so far that I did not anticipate strike me as odd problems to encounter. First of all, students in nearly every class were confused about the difference between "theme" and "prediction." I had nooooo clue HOW they confused those two terms until I was talking about the difference in third period. Someone defined "prediction" for me as what you think happens next in the story and someone else defined "theme" for me as what the story is about. So, obviously, they saw both terms as linked to events in the novel. Got it. Then, later, I told them to read chapters four through six. At the end of the second day I had students exclaiming stressed phrases at me, saying that they didn't know they had to read chapter six as well. They thought they only had to read to chapter six. Arg. Finally, looking at the quizzes, I realize that they have no idea when or where TKAM takes place. They researched the Great Depression. I drew a timeline on the board when we read the first chapter. I drew a map on the board for the same chapter of Alabama and pointed out all the key places that they would need to know while reading the novel. I even made jokes about how since I would fail out of art school they needed to just understand that they were looking at an accurate and detailed map of the state. Grr.

I've started handing out Pride cards liberally. They're a positive reinforcement deal that the school does; when a student receives a Pride card, they put it in a treasure chest in the library. Periodically, there are drawings from the treasure chest for pretty cool prizes. I gave one yesterday to the rotten kid everyone wants to send to Fort except for me because I think he's a great kid and have zero problems with him in my class. Today I stapled them to all quizzes that received an A. I plan to give them out as often as possible.




Monday, February 05, 2007
I swear this week was longer than five days.

I've resigned myself to the fact that I will officially lose one day of teaching per week due to our visiting author. I've known that all along, but I think that the affects of that have only really become apparent to me recently. This means that every Tuesday I won't have to worry about having a lesson plan ready (good for me), but that teaching TKAM will take longer than expected (not so good).

Also, lessons are taking longer than expected, partially due to a lack of classroom good behavior. There was a student teacher in my class last semester as well - A---- (who I've writeen about previously) - who wasn't so good with classroom management. He worried only about the five or six kids in his immediate range and tended to ignore the rest of the class. And then K----, my cooperating teacher, doesn't actually manage classroom problems; she moves kids to different desks, resulting in a change of the seating chart every few days. The problems, however, never go away. So now I step in. I want to do fun activities, allow the students to talk, move them into groups...but they've either been ignored or highly regimented by seating charts for so long that I don't have any semblance of a system of classroom expectations or consequences to shape those fun activities.

Friday I did a structured group reading exercise I learned in Jeff's class. I had high hopes of it going very, very well. Students were going to be excited to try something new, the conversation would be stimulating, and we would plow right through two chapters with all students hanging on every word. I had role expectations written out on the board. I had a schedule of how we would spend each reading session written on the board. I explained it when they came in. Friday was going to be a highlight of my first two weeks as a student teacher.

Friday was a highlight, all right - of a day gone awry.

My first mistake was in thinking that students could pick their own groups. I didn't realize that the lack of classroom expectations and behavior procedures was as horrific as it is. I think that I was also in the mindset established by teaching college students - thinking that students are mature people who can be held accountable for their actions and know what is and is not appropriate in a classroom and will abide by that social cue at all times. Or at least at most times. It didn't matter that the entire class activities were written on the board OR that I verbally discussed everything with them. I still had to explain two or three times in each class because of side talking and extra conversations occurring around the room. When I would allow them two minutes for discussion so that they could answer their questions and review their summaries and predictions, they talked instead about boyfriends, lunch, myspace and cell phones. When I called them back to order, I would gain the attention of one, maybe two groups. So I would take longer than necessary to get the attention of the rest of the class. Full class attention may have lasted - at the max - twenty seconds. Then, they were right back at the chatting. I spent the majority of my time asking people to pay attention, focus on the group, give respect to their fellow classmate who was talking, turn around, sit down, stop throwing paper...

I don't blame the kids, first of all, even though through this it most likely sounds like I do. I just think that they have no system or structure in place, so they're going to do whatever they want to do. I also think that they look at me and think that they can get away with whatever they want because I'm new, I'm female and I'm young. It's the trifecta that points, in their eyes, to me being someone they can walk on.

By the end of the day I was exhausted and depressed. I didn't feel like I had done a very good job being their teacher. I didn't think anyone learned anything; I felt like they all thought the activity was stupid and more of an excuse to talk to their friends than actually read and understand this book that they hate already. I felt like I had been disrespected all day - just trod on by 140 14-year-olds - and that in allowing that, they didn't even get the book. In each class I had about five students who really seemed to enjoy the activity and get a lot out of it, five who tried to get something out of it but couldn't hear or follow due to the unruliness of their neighbors, five who ignored everyone else in the room and read ahead, and five who caused problems. Spending that much energy on five students is NOT worth it to me.

And so, this weekend I'm recharging my batteries and coming up with a better plan for in-class behavior management and group procedures. Next week - and every future week - must go better or else I don't think I will last another 14 weeks.

Incidentally, K---- is out this Friday through next Wednesday, so I'm on my own subbing for her for the next four days.