TeacherTails from Detroit
I am a National Board Certified Teacher and have been working in Detroit Public Schools for 23 years. Every day presents challenges that most of my suburban friends can't understand.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Virtual Education....Can I Make the Grade?
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Sometimes you just have to yell:
Monday, August 27, 2012
Chaos?...Chaos.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
It's Official!
Friday, February 17, 2012
Missing the Point
Later that morning I passed a former student with his vision specialist working in a small office. He is especially bright and has very sophisticated critical thinking skills for a second grader. So I explained that we had been watching the movie and asked him to tell her what he learned from it.
Very slowly, in his stuttering kind of voice he said "Well, I.. I learned. I learned..." We waited anxiously for his insight, certain it would be brilliant as he is. "I learned...never go to a school with all white kids." (ah, innocence)
We laughed, of course, and explained that he missed the point of the movie. But did he? Maybe it is we who are missing the point. Our school is 99% African American, 75.5% free and reduced lunch and not likely to change any time soon. We have no supplies, no ink for printers, no toner for copy machines, few workbooks, few textbooks. There are no noon hour aides to watch over the kids at lunch, no lunch recess; no vocal music, no art. We share a violin teacher with 5 schools and consider ourselves very fortunate. When she retires this year, she will not be replaced. There is no nurse. The ceiling leaks in many classrooms, including mine, only half of the lights in my class are working. The list could go on and on. The threat of closure looms over our every breath.
Now that I think of it, Brandon is very insightful indeed. He gets it so much more than we do. Not much has really changed, has it?
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Relections of a Movement
As I sit here reflecting on the past year and the changes it has brought, I can't help but feel a renewed sense of urgency over the legislated changes we have seen in public education both in Michigan and across the country. I fear for the future of our children, those with us now and our grandchildren to come. We have become accepting and complacent. Those are dangerous qualities. Therefore I resolve to renew my voice and bring these issues to the forefront whenever possible. I will begin by urging all my friends and facebook and twitter followers to join the SOS movement. Begin by talking to public school teachers you know about the changes NCLB, RTTT, TFA and the charter movement have had on the quality of education your child receives. If you aren't familiar with those acronyms, then hit google and learn what they mean and the devastating effect they have had on our education system. For now I will share with you a poem from the SOS March in Washington this past July.
"This Is Not A Test"
by Jose Vilson
Welcome, America, to the latest installment of a people's march
For the next 3 minutes, I will ask you to defy protocol
Disband the status quo
Bust open these deformed gates
Unlock the teachers’ lounge
Unlock the teachers’ lounge
Unlock the teachers’ lounge
I beg your pardon, but I am not your proctor
I march with the protestors, and our hands are raised,
A pledge for a new narrative
This is not a test!
This is not a test, Mr. President.
This is an assessment written against the idea that
the dates and places of our history
Can be shrunk to the choice between B&C
And that is our purpose for this assembly
An extended response to a failed corporatist agenda
A reflection on the state of our most public of options
Measured through the rubric of human rights
But this is not a test!
This is not a test, Mr. Duncan
Take note: this is not us asking
This is not us begging
This is not us pleading
This is us fighting for all things equal
This is us uniting as a more perfect union
This is us reminding America of a promissory note unpaid
This is us writing our own documentation when
Politicians refuse our kids the opportunity
We are all DREAMers, and this is not a test!
This is not a test, Mr. Bloomberg
This is the generation of children from the classrooms where
teachers boldly stood and thought kids could learn
Educators, stand firm, whether in cafeterias, mess halls, or prison halls,
School is in session
And we submit our entire lives for millions of students a year
So even when I stand in front of the class, I am always children first
This is not a test!
This is not a test, Ms. Rhee
This is an exam unmoved by mayoral cycles, and I?
A bubble you cannot erase
A mouth you cannot tape
A heat you cannot beat
I come in a swarm of thousands
So I am a bee you cannot eat
This is not a test!
This is not a test, Mr. President
Given an answer sheet, these students shaded in L-O-V-E over ABCD
A set of standards commonly set forth before
Acing geography by means of peace instead of war
Shaping the world henceforth
They will elevate our math to where the sum of the people
Is greater than the parts
Becoming fluent in the languages of English, Spanish, and caring
America, please put down your pencils
This is not a test!
This is not a test!
This is not a test!
Deformers, you are dismissed.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Last Words
Words are powerful. We’ve heard it before but it can never be said enough. Well thought out words can make you dream of possibilities you’ve never considered. They can make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world or they can convince you that you are worthless. Words are powerful, and yet at times we throw them around like rice at a wedding. They fall scattered among the listeners. We may not even be aware of where they’ve landed or in whose ears.
Words are powerful. That’s what our mothers were trying to tell us when they admonished “if you can’t say anything nice, say nothing at all.” Words can bless, uplift, humor, provoke deep thoughts or gratitude. They can also inflict pain, humiliation, anger and fear. The same person can spend inordinate amounts of time agonizing over which words to use when writing. And yet when they talk, their words are careless, thoughtless, causing unexpected and unintended reactions.
The words we use in our classrooms, as in our home lives, are absorbed eagerly by those that look up to us. How are we using our words to show that each person has value; that although we are different and may see things from different perspectives we can speak and treat each other kindly?
Words are powerful. I’ve been listening to a lot of words this summer, words on the television news, kids programs, and radio shows. I’ve been reading lots and lots of words, particularly on the internet, in the blogs I read and posts on social media sights. I’m discouraged by the words I hear. The words are often hateful and insulting. Even in children’s programming the laugh tracks are heard after insults have been strewn. Only occasionally do I hear or read words that inspire me. And sadly, when I do, they are words that were spoken many years ago and just replayed over and over.
It seems to me that we have more opportunity to make our words heard than ever before in history. Yet, it's as though everyone is talking and no one is listening. Is it because in the rush to have our words heard we aren’t thinking about them anymore? There is a popular saying these days that if you just keep repeating something often enough and loud enough people will begin to accept it as the truth. Are we in a struggle to see who can establish their words as the truth? I wonder.
How are we using our words to create change rather than just noise? Words are meaningless unless they are followed by actions. Do our actions support the words we speak? Those children’s shows that insult and create characters subject to repeated pranks are often followed by public service messages that denounce bullying. Twenty minutes of programming versus a 60 second PSA. Politicians slinging insults at each other during primary elections hold hands and become running mates after election night, hoping we will forget the venom they spit just 24 short hours ago. What message are they sending about the importance or reliability of their words?
Words are powerful indeed. We now have the technology to capture every one of our written and spoken words. Words that can be pulled out from mothballs, manipulated and repeated out of context. And in doing so, someone can create an image of you that is not truthful. Yet, the people who know you will remember you best by your actions. What will your actions say about you?
I was prompted to think about the effect words have while watching an episode of How I Met Your Mother last night. The setting of the episode was the funeral service for Marshall’s father. Each family member would talk about the last words spoken to them. Most were loving, touching and inspiring. But poor Marshall was agonized by the fact that his father’s last words to him were a movie recommendation. In turn, he prompted each of his friends to recall the last words spoken by their own father if they turned out to indeed be the final words spoken.
Ten years before he passed away, my father suffered a massive stroke. As a result, he lost his ability to communicate with us beyond grunts and a few gestures and soon gave that up as well. I tried to recall my father’s last words to me before that fateful blood clot traveled to his brain. I just couldn’t. Instead, like Marshall, what I discovered is so cliche – that actions really do speak louder than words. The lessons our fathers (mine real, his fictional) set for us by example are what makes us who we are. Without speaking it, my father was able to demonstrate how to treat people kindly and with respect. He taught me about charity by helping others when they needed it. Even though he lacked an education himself, I knew how much he valued mine by what he gave up to see that I had one.
It would be rare for someone to know which words will be their last. Or to have the time to carefully craft something that lives on in the minds of our listeners. Words are powerful indeed, but it just may be that actions are more powerful still. And when the two can live up to each other, imagine the legacy that will be left behind.
Click the link to see the episode that inspired these words.
How I Met Your Mother: Last Words
