Slice of Life: Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Slice of Life

For the past two days, while I’ve been hanging out at home or grading papers or. . .well, any time I’ve had a touch of down time, I’ve been watching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I don’t know if you’ve checked it out or not, but imagine this: 4 women are kept in a bunker by a crazy reverend for 15 years, believing that the world had been destroyed. Then one of them decides to grab a hold of her life and move to NYC.

Girl from Indiana, 29 years old, a 7th grade education, heading out alone to NYC.

And it’s written by Tina Fey. You in?

Slice of Life: Getting Tough

Slice of Life

This blogging every day thing is getting tough. It was easy at first, as there always seemed to be time and topics. Now, though, it’s the end of the marking period (students’ last day is tomorrow), MRA is coming up and I have presentations to finish, and there’s always some sort of work to be done around the house. It’s a lot. But I suppose the point is that sometimes, we write crap. But writing crap is better than not writing at all.

Right?

See you tomorrow. I hope I’ll get around to reading more blogs of my fellow Slicers, too.

Slice of Life: Choice in Assessment

Slice of Life

As we finish up our Romeo & Juliet unit, I had some ideas of what we could do. Some smaller-scale type of Epic Romeo & Juliet Project? A test? An essay? Re-write and modernize some of the scenes? A debate? What do we do?

The thing is, we had a week left before the marking period ended. The snow and cold days we had earlier in the year were taking their toll on our schedule. While I hate using that as any sort of curriculum guideline, our quarters don’t lump together at the end of the year; they’re weighted equally. So if we learn something in one quarter, but get assessed on it (and graded on it) in another, it can have significant impact on their semester grade. In an unfair way. So we needed something, and we needed it quickly. Long-term projects were out. I needed a fair way to assess everyone in a relatively short amount of time.

So I asked the students.

First, I gave them a task: in pairs, come up with 3 assessments, and create a pros and cons list for each of them. From this, I made a sign-up sheet.

And they chose.

About half elected to go with a test. This is the safe option. They take tests of some sort in many of their courses, so they’re comfortable with the format. It’s a one-day thing, after a few days preparing in class.

My favorite part of all of this are the students who took this opportunity to stretch themselves. They could all take a test, certainly. They’d probably do just fine.

But where’s the fun in that? Where’s the exploration? So some students who don’t usually speak up: they’re going to debate if Romeo & Juliet is a tragedy or a love story. Using rules of formal debate. Others who don’t often challenge the norm are re-writing some of the major scenes as if it takes place in modern day. One of our foreign exchange students went home for the week, so she took advantage of the chance to write a paper.

And nobody — NOBODY — is complaining about any of the work they’re doing, no matter how much it is.

In a world heading more and more towards standardization of everything, I love choice.

Slice of Life: A Brush with Greatness

Slice of Life

This past November, I was in the back of a large session room at NCTE. I was planning on attending the next two sessions that were held in that room. In fact, I was talking with the presenter of the session of the one after the one we were about to experience about a gameplan to make quick changes to the environment to fit her and her colleague’s presentation more suitably.

Many people were coming in and out, and, as I can’t help but do, I would glance up at just about each and every one of them. Nearly all walked on by without noticing my existence. Some made quick eye contact and we exchanged a smile or a quick “hello.” Hugs were given to those whom I knew (and likely hadn’t seen in months — if ever!).

Then one woman came in, and she was looking around the space really quickly, as if she wasn’t sure this was the room she was supposed to be in. You know the look. A quick glance side-to-side, eyes scanning. Totally in control, yet also questioning, seeking. As I was looking up, she caught my eyes, and asked me if this was such and such a room. I told her that no, it wasn’t, but that room was nearby, and I gave her directions. She thanked me, and walked to the room she was looking for.

I looked back up at Jillian Heise and Beth Shaum, with whom I was talking. Something had happened. Their voices stopped working. Their jaws stopped working! They just stared at me, mouths agape. What had I done? Did I give terrible directions?

“Do you know who that was?”

“Who, that woman?”

“Brian. That was Nancie Atwell.”

WHAT. NO. I had just seen her speak earlier this year! Surely I would recognize one of the greatest minds of English language arts education. . .right? I mean, I use the methods espoused In The Middle and Lessons that Change Writers nearly every day in my instruction! Her books remain standards for language arts education, 10, 20, and 30 years after their initial publication dates. She has inspired an entire generation of teachers, changing the lives of hundreds of thousands if not millions of children across the United States — across the world!

And all I had to say to her was, “It’s around the corner to the right.”

In some ways, I’m glad I didn’t recognize her. I’m sure she is used to being a celebrity at NCTE, and it must have been nice to just ask for directions and get them, and not have a 20 minute discussion about how she changed someone’s life. But she did. She’s changed so many lives.

And somehow, she’s the one who thanked me.

No, Ms. Atwell. Thank you. Thank you for everything.

Today, Nancie Atwell was awarded the first-ever Global Teacher Prize. I can’t imagine a more deserving educator. She plans to donate her entire prize — $1M USD — to the school she founded. That is the level of her dedication to her students. Could she use the money? I don’t know. Could the school use the money? Probably. But just the fact that she’s already decided to make that donation, to invest back in education, tells me of the type of woman she is. This woman, in control, yet questioning, seeking answers.

Slice of Life: Books Change Lives

Slice of Life

Today, I was only at school for about 20 minutes of class before my body decided to reject everything I had put in it this morning. I was sick. I had to go home.

However, that 20 minutes was long enough. One of my students said to me, “You’ll never guess what happened!” Unfortunately, I wasn’t in the spirits to joke, so I asked what it was. “I finished the book last night!”

This book was the first print book this student had finished all year. Audio books work well for him, but print has proven to be difficult. The smile on his face wrapped all the way around the weekend.

Then, it got even more magical. In his hands, he had a copy of his favorite book of all time. It was at the top of his 6-star book list. He knows I have not read it. And he said “Because you gave me a book that changed my life, I want to give you a book that will change yours.”

Look at those words again. A book. Changed his life. And he admitted it. And then, because he felt a connection with me as a reader, he wanted to return the favor.

There could be no greater gift a student can give a teacher. These are the days that, even though I’m sick as a dog, I wouldn’t trade for anything.

Slice of Life: Why Do We Do It? Revisited

Slice of Life

Today, I received an e-mail from a parent. Out of respect for the privacy of this parent and my student, I’m not going to go into details. But it was one of those e-mails that just validated everything that I do as an English teacher. It showed me, in no uncertain terms, that what I do works. This is why I do this. This is why so many of us do this.

Not for the e-mails, though those are nice.

We do this because it works.

It freaking works.

I hope you all get e-mails like this one, too. It makes all the difference. Maybe you should go send one.