<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:04:40.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching at the Edge of Reason</title><subtitle type='html'>Transition to teaching... the personal story of one nut attempting to make the crazy leap from industry to education. 
Here's to never looking back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1221393469008798137</id><published>2010-04-21T08:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:40:46.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday of Last Week</title><content type='html'>Wednesday of last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My administration hasn't gotten our state tests to us in time again.  I don't know if I'll have time to grade them before I have to go out for surgery - which means I won't know if my PBL have been effective with the students' learning or not.  So it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, despite my saying I'm going out for surgery, putting it on the calendar, and putting in the class powerpoints, I still have students saying "wait, why won't you be here??"  I find that funny at this point.  I think I've evolved to a higher plane of existence, where you're so far passed stressed that things just become funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems sad to me that my two years of teaching has to end this way.  I know I'll probably be back here teaching next year due to medical issues with finding another job, but still.  I wanted to make a difference when I came to my district but I don't know if I really have. I hope I have but my students still don't study and I don't know if they have really retained any of the material I've tried to teach them.  I hope I get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1221393469008798137?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1221393469008798137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-of-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1221393469008798137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1221393469008798137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/wednesday-of-last-week.html' title='Wednesday of Last Week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7610877607939231658</id><published>2010-04-20T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:48:46.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday of Last Week</title><content type='html'>Tuesday of Last Week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are supposed to have a test from the District today.  On this test, the students should have questions over the material that we were supposed to have taught during the past 4 to 5 weeks.  I'm really excited by this last test because I want to know how my students are doing with the new type of lessons I've been doing.  Everyone in Education is excited about PBL (Project Based Learning) and I want to see if the hype is worth it.  I like it because it keeps the kids busy and engaged, but I have my doubts as to if there's any improvement on their test scores of their retention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really know how to get them to learn en masse.  If I work with individual students, I'm better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, we've been told that our District Benchmark tests should be printed up by tomorrow, so I quickly gave the students an activity for their projects that they're finishing.  I should have set the presentations up like I did last year - things went so smoothly and I really felt like the kids were doing better with public speaking.  Last year, I  made a "practice run" where they informally presented to me and I provided feedback.  That really helped the students do better.  This year, I didn't for last term and they were catastrophic.  I think havingt a deadline where the students need to have everything together before they go up and present makes them have it done and catches a few of the stragglers that always do things the "night before."  I'll have to plan this better for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students said something hilarious today and I'm trying to remember it.  The kids say so many funny things that it's hard to keep track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here - for your viewing pleasure, my students asking me questions:&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: We shouldn't have a test today, in honor of *the Day*.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Student 1:  It's 4:20.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nice try. School goes on and you learn stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Student 2:  Do you celebrate 4:20.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course not. I need all my brain cells to keep up with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Student 1:  Do your parents celebrate 4:20.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (Pause) Possibly when they were younger.&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: I want to come over to their house today!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sit down and learn something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7610877607939231658?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7610877607939231658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday-of-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7610877607939231658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7610877607939231658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/tuesday-of-last-week.html' title='Tuesday of Last Week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3756639467540791406</id><published>2010-04-19T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:55:44.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday of my Last Week</title><content type='html'>Monday of Last Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treatment for my disease is wearing off.  I can feel my body getting sicker more often now than when I was on the shots that were supposed to suppress my disease until surgery.  For this reason, I'm glad that I'm going into surgery next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to wonder if I really needed the surgery since I hadn't felt sick in so long.  I was wondering if it was all in my mind.  I know that there were days last semester where I couldn't physically walk around the room and my students told me I "walked like an old woman."  I recall that but it's so long ago that I felt like it must have been a bad dream.  Now, I remember a bit.  It's going to get painful.  Even on good days, it feels like all of my various tissue and organs inside my abdomen are connected in ways that they shouldn't be and are pulling on each other in vaguely uncomfortable ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday of next week at 3pm is the surgery.  I'll be in the hospital for a few days, and then home to recupperate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that nothing goes wrong with me getting my FMLA leave.  I hope and hope and hope.  I have my fingers crossed that the "Powers that Be" downtown won't misplace my paperwork or run into any other kinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of writing my masters thesis, writing my defense, finishing my coursework for my last masters class (including all assignments and final projects), getting married, organizing FMLA leave, doctors visits, lesson planning, and parent teacher conferences - I think I have gone passes stressed into a rare world called "apathy."  I don't know if I can feel nervous anymore.  I just want all of this to be over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of everything, I'm still scrambling to get my students time in the computer lab so they can have some time to finish their projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3756639467540791406?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3756639467540791406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-of-my-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3756639467540791406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3756639467540791406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-of-my-last-week.html' title='Monday of my Last Week'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7588499323281581305</id><published>2010-04-16T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:04:04.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conference Insanity</title><content type='html'>Parent Teacher Conference from InsanityLand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  I don't want my student to learn about evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um...&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  It's against our religion, unless you're learning about how it's false.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, sir, I respect your right to religious values. I always try to teach the children to respect everybody and their right to their own beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  So, can he do a project disproving evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, the state says I have to teach them about evolution. However, I don't teach them that it's the only way but rather a theory.  They can make up their minds on their own.&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  I don't know. Can he do a project disproving evolution and do one on creationism instead?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, they already did a paper explaining their beliefs on the subject of how the world was created and if they believe in evolution, creationism, or something in between last week. Now it's time that they learn about Darwin and what he actually said, since most people don't really know what his theory is about.&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  I'm just uncomfortable with him learning about evolution.  He shouldn't hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, in my mind, him learning about it will make his beliefs stronger.  If he knows exactly what Darwin said and what proof he had for his theory, then he will be more educated about his own beliefs.  He will be able to say, "I don't believe in evolution because Darwin said this and I think that's wrong because ____."  People will listen to him more because he will be educated.&lt;br /&gt;Parent:  Well, I suppose that's alright, if it helps him disprove evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That's up to him.  However, I do need to teach it.  If he doesn't do the project, then he can't get credit for it because the state says I need to teach them about the history of biology, which starts with Darwin and his theories. &lt;br /&gt;Parent:  Ok, as long as it helps him to disprove evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (pause) Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after self: I will do my best to always respect each person's beliefs and culture. I will take this into consideration when I deal with other people. I will always model respect and professionalism. &lt;br /&gt;I will not let my own opinions bias me in the function of my duties as an educator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7588499323281581305?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7588499323281581305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/parent-teacher-conference-insanity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7588499323281581305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7588499323281581305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/04/parent-teacher-conference-insanity.html' title='Parent Teacher Conference Insanity'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7185195769619677870</id><published>2010-03-24T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:55:18.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are working!</title><content type='html'>Peer Review - Where the students are editing each other's work and giving feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually went well!  Of course, I'm writing this halfway through my day and my afternoon classes are a bit more on the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirrely&lt;/span&gt;" side, but it is progress.  I've been trying so many new things in my classroom lately that it's nice to have one of them finally work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm having one volunteer teach the Guided Notes for the day.  That means that one of my students gets to get up in front of the class, go through the notes, hand out the Stars when people answer right, and basically practice public speaking.  This is a major win.  I think I'd like to use this more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I didn't come up with both of these because I'm not doing well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;healthwise&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess necessity is the mother of invention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7185195769619677870?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7185195769619677870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-are-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7185195769619677870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7185195769619677870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-are-working.html' title='Things that are working!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2741921463873709676</id><published>2010-03-23T06:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:01:21.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeking Out</title><content type='html'>Insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some bad news with my finances (that I'm sure will resolve itself today), I was up almost the whole night.  I slept well the night before, but this got me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my posts seem to comment on my general lack of sleep.  I wonder if there's a pattern to it.  I should make a chart and figure out how many hours of sleep I get through the night.  I used to do this when I was in graduate school, version 1.0.  During my first stint in graduate school, I found that there was a wave-like pattern to how many hours of sleep I got during the week.  Sunday to Monday was always bad, as was Thursday to Friday.  Over the weekend, my sleep was around 7 to 8 hours, which is a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the same pattern has persisted.  Also, I'm a major geek for having this thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than being all geeked out and thinking this:  "Geeze - I wonder how I could turn this into a class project?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2741921463873709676?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2741921463873709676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/geeking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2741921463873709676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2741921463873709676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/geeking-out.html' title='Geeking Out'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1133911494263392948</id><published>2010-03-22T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:05:06.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching makes my head hurt</title><content type='html'>Something disturbing keeps happening in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm using the teacher "Project Like Crazy" - get their attenion - voice, I can feel the larger blood vessels in my head start to throb.  This happens about 2 to 5 seconds after I use the Projection Voice (tm) to get my students' attention in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has me a little perturbed because it's occasionally accomplanied by dizziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could just be a sign that I'm exhausted, worried about my health, and have had more migraines lately.  Still, I wonder if other teachers have odd symptoms like this from teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1133911494263392948?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1133911494263392948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaching-makes-my-head-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1133911494263392948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1133911494263392948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaching-makes-my-head-hurt.html' title='Teaching makes my head hurt'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3137709976143956603</id><published>2010-03-19T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:55:59.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitional Coach</title><content type='html'>Transitional Coach Meeting after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my final observation and meeting with my transitional coach today. To review, my T.C. was a lady appointed by my graduate school and transition to teaching program (tm) to help get my teaching up to par with their standards. Her job was to help me meet their expectations while I was struggling with my new teaching environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched me teach during my last period. She stayed after school to talk to me about my progress and her final assessment of my teaching practices. It went very well. She said I had developed and that she was confident in my teaching practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said that I should look into teaching a the collegiate level. She said that my style of teaching, the types of projects that I wanted to teach about, and that my wit and sarcasm would lend itself well to a 2 year or 4 year college. I think I agree with her. I'd love to give that a try and see how it works out. That, and it would be a lot less work. I'm going to give it some thought over the next few months and see if it's something that I want to look into later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm just happy that I did well with my 2 advisers up to the end. There was some worry there for awhile that I was not doing well enough to get past them. We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3137709976143956603?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3137709976143956603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/transitional-coach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3137709976143956603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3137709976143956603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/transitional-coach.html' title='Transitional Coach'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7487324001870783505</id><published>2010-03-18T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:25:59.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Days Left</title><content type='html'>21 days of teaching left before the surgery.  On April 26th, I'm going to update one last time before I go to the hospital for abdominal surgery.  I should be hospitalized for 2 days and then I'll be on bed-rest for some time before I'm up and able to walk around again.  Yes, I'm nervous. Yes, I'm worried about my teaching in the mean time - because it's hard to concentrate with my body as it is right now.  The pain isn't quite as bad as it was before the shots, but on the other hand I'm worried about more than I was last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things are drawing to a close before the surgery, I want to focus on things that I have found entertaining about my life as a teacher this year.  Before the surgery, I expect things to go fairly smoothly as I have the time to prepare for the upcoming missing time and the kids will all be caught up for their ECAs (end of course assessments) for the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a funny thing.  Being ill has put aspects of my teaching into perspective and made me worry about fewer things at school - though on the other hand I worry about different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First goal - get the thesis done and everything ready to go for graduating before I need to be on bedrest for a month or so.  That, in and of itself, is nerve-wracking.  However, I have great hope.  Only 5 more weeks of working insane hours and getting everything caught up before I have quite a bit of time to myself.  Everything will go alright.  In this, I put my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7487324001870783505?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7487324001870783505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/20-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7487324001870783505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7487324001870783505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/20-days-left.html' title='20 Days Left'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1417965125077406780</id><published>2010-03-17T03:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:54:00.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia is not my friend</title><content type='html'>This post is brought to you by insomnia.  Insomnia is like the color purple:  deep and full with an embrace that is almost if not quite in actuality comforting.  For people that have had trouble sleeping in their lives, they know what I mean.  When you are truly exhausted and can't sleep it's one of the worst feelings in the world.  When this happens repeatedly on an almost weekly basis for your entire life you begin to look at sleep in an entirely different manner.  It's something elusive that you can almost feel slipping through your fingers as the night progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia is more like a dessert.  No matter how much you crave water in a dessert and no matter how hard you search for it you are not the controlling factor in whether or not you find it.  Sleep is my water.  I can look and do all the right things, and sometimes I just don't have it's oasis of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell it's been a bad week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my major triggers for insomnia is stress.  I know - what could a person in their last year of a transitional teaching program have to be stressed about?  Masters degree classes to finish on time? Thesis? Teaching portfolio (of which all of the transitional people in my program were supposed to divine how to do without assistance until 3 months before it was due)? Upcoming nuptials?  Bad health? Possibility of impending joblessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this and what's really bothering me is that my students aren't learning.  I guess that's where the true insanity of teaching comes in.  I've been up since 2 am (it's now 4) and I have to get up and get going in a little over an hour.  I've been tossing and turning and trying to do everything to relax myself into some sleep and it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are just not getting the material.  Of course, it would take them actually wanting to - and there's the rub.  Some of the students, a rare few, are getting it.  They are understanding and having fun with the projects that I've been giving them in class. This comprises, however, only about 2% of my total students. The rest don't want to work, don't bring their books, don't bring a pencil or paper, don't review what we've learned in class, don't study, and really expect to get good grades this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what has me up late tonight and many other nights.  I'm expected to change these students.  If I have more than 20% of my class fail then the administration *will* hand down one of those messages that says "why are you not doing your job right?"  I've gotten them before and my response was to change the grading scale to save my skin.  Now, I'm not so sure.  Most students are not working despite everything I try.  Why should I pass them to save my job? If I have to do that, is it a job I want to save? Or is it something I'm doing or not doing in my class that's causing so many of my students to fail or not be invested in their learning?  Because when I call home, which is frequently, most of the parents are passionate about their son or daughters future and want them to succeed and do well in school.  I have to figure out what's going on with this and why so many of my students are not even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find out.  Is it me? Is it something else?  Am I contributing to their failure?  I don't know if I can stand that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1417965125077406780?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1417965125077406780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-is-not-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1417965125077406780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1417965125077406780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/insomnia-is-not-my-friend.html' title='Insomnia is not my friend'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1926333594598414806</id><published>2010-03-16T02:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:24:49.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passes</title><content type='html'>What works and what doesn't - Passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my students want passes.  They want to go talk to another teacher about something, to go to the bathroom, to go get some water, to go to a vending machine, to go talk to an administrator, to go "take a break" in the hallway, or to go to their lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They interrupt me during class to ask for passes.  They beg for passes.  They get mad at me when they don't get passes and harass me over them - sometimes for the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In example:&lt;br /&gt;Student: Can I go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: That's what a passing period is for.&lt;br /&gt;Student: I didn't have to go then! I can't wait until the next one!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Tough. You got a 5 minute break every hour - which is more than any job will give you - and I give you the first 3 minutes of class to go if you need to.&lt;br /&gt;Student: But I can't wait. I'll pee on your floor.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: (Ignores student)&lt;br /&gt;Student: Can I go?&lt;br /&gt;Student: (1 minute later) Can I go? Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Student: (2 minutes later) I have a question. Can I go to the bathroom? Why are you ignoring me? Why can't I go? It's not fair that you get to tell me when to pee and when not to pee? That ain't right! No one should be able to tell me that I can't go to the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;(This continues every few minutes for the whole class - sometimes mumbling and sometimes not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution - Emergency passes! Each student gets 3 passes to use whenever they wish during the whole semester. I don't ask why they need them - the can use them for whatever. When you're done, then the answer will be no.  Unless you are bleeding on my floor, the answer is no after that. It worked like a charm last year and the students need clear boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cardbox on my desk for 3x5 notecards. They are alphabetized and each student gets their name one the front. On the back goes the date that they used each pass. After they use the 3rd one, no more.  I like this system because it's easy and once the kids know how to use it, they ask for their pass and go get it themselves and put it back for me when they're done. No frills, and easy to use. Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1926333594598414806?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1926333594598414806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/passes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1926333594598414806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1926333594598414806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/passes.html' title='Passes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1198522850732504682</id><published>2010-03-15T14:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:16:38.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books in a classroom</title><content type='html'>This post is brought to you by books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you teach a class without literature of any kind? I'm supposed to impart knowledge and have my students learn something worth learning in my class.  Actually, I'm supposed to have them learn quite a lot worth learning.  I'm supposed to get them all ready for college, even if they don't want to go, and I'm supposed to make sure that they have the tools that they need to succeed in college, even if they don't want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to do this all without a book.  Why?  The students don't bring their books.  I've decided that I'm ok with that.  It tells me who wants to learn and who does not.  It tells me how many don't care enough to pass the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments I recieve when I ask students where their book is:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where's your book?&lt;br /&gt;Student 1:  In my locker.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Go get it!&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: I can't. I forgot the combination.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where's your book?&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: In A's locker.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why can't you go get it?&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: A's not here.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where's your book?&lt;br /&gt;Student 3: I lost it months ago.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where's your book?&lt;br /&gt;Student 4: It's too heavy to carry to class.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What do you mean it's too heavy?&lt;br /&gt;Student 4:  My locker's all the way over in such-in-such building and I not going to carry that heavy book that far! I'd be late?&lt;br /&gt;(This is a student coming in late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an avid bookworm and studious person, this hurts me.  I have 4 students out of 180 that bring their book to class. At the start of the semester, I had some of the students leave their books in class so I could have a few copies to use.  This was a huge mistake, as these got stolen, drawn in, glued, and ripped up.  Now, the students that left theirs in my room are angry with me because they have to replace them.  As sorry as I feel for them, they left them in the room so they wouldn't have to carry them to class or remember them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My policy on this subject has gotten a little bit more jaded this year.  I need books to teach - I don't always go exactly along with them but I need some sort of tool to help these kids understand other than listening to me talk.  Actually, they don't like that either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just failing. I'm not good at motivating people to learn. I'm good at explaining information that is complicated to people that are ready to listen and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1198522850732504682?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1198522850732504682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/books-in-classroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1198522850732504682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1198522850732504682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/books-in-classroom.html' title='Books in a classroom'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8064622033862975636</id><published>2010-03-12T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:24:42.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The inmates are running the asylum</title><content type='html'>This is the reality of the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my students read at least 2 to 4 years behind their grade level. Most write like a student in grade school who is learning to read.  Most can't spell words that are two syllables or more.  Some can't spell the days of the week. Most think they are going to college. Some have a current GPA above a 2.0.  All think a D is a passing grade.  None that I've ever talked to say that know how to study.  Most say they never are assigned or do homework of any kind.  Most are absent from class between 5 and 15 times in a *semester.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that out of 180 school days, they miss, on average, about 10 to 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that other teachers don't assign homework, because I know many teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I just walk around and think to myself that I've walked into some alternative world or universe.  In this strange, sometimes poignant and sometimes horrible, place I have had the misfortune to realize that the education system where I'm in is injured to the point of dying. We can't kick all of the students out that are causing problems in class because of all the laws and rules governing how much money a school gets from the government.  We keep them for the money.  The kids have realized that they aren't getting punished for punishable offenses and the administration doesn't keep their word.  Therefore, the inmates are running the asylum.  It's all upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8064622033862975636?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8064622033862975636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/inmates-are-running-asylum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8064622033862975636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8064622033862975636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/inmates-are-running-asylum.html' title='The inmates are running the asylum'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1959038726985950764</id><published>2010-03-10T07:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:33:13.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I need to be more positive in my posts.  Today is a day where I fail in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 26th, I'm going to have abdominal surgery.  I had surgery of the summer, but it was a quick procedure called a laproscopic surgery.  They didn't have to cut me open very much.  This time will be much more "invasive," as the doctors put it.  I need two surgeons and a hospital stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some level, I think I'm happy about this. I get to not attend the last month of school - which was my favorite time last year.  The last month of school is when all of the students that don't want to be in school don't show up because the weather is nice.  The only kids you have left in the classroom are those who have parents that discipline their children or those who are there to get an education.  They are usually all fun and well-behaved.  It says a lot about how much I've enjoyed my teaching this year that I would be happy not to be a teacher for the last month of school.  I'm ashamed of myself.  Terribly, horribly ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still don't want to go.  If there was a way I could stop teaching now and still get my Master's degree, I'd do it.  I'd go without the pay.  This job makes me feel like a failure every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a law-abiding person.  I try to do the right thing. I wanted to become a teacher because I'd had such excellent teachers over the years and I wanted to pass that on to the next generation.  My teachers helped me be the person that I am.  The inspired me and pushed me to do better and be better.  I'm trying to do that in my students and failing. I'm not inspiring anyone and the majority of my students seem to not even hear what I say, no matter how I try to get it to them.  I'm not doing my job. I'm not achieving my goals. I'm failing. That knowledge makes me feel like I'm running sandpaper all over my skin every day that I teacher. I'm failing. It's not just that I'm failing my students but I'm failing the next generation as a role model and myself for not passing on the good I've been given.  Failfailfailfail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I'm just very anxious about the surgery. I don't know anymore. I just know that I don't feel well emotionally and summer can't come fast enough - even if I have to get cut open to have it arrive faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1959038726985950764?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1959038726985950764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1959038726985950764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1959038726985950764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8357389699594841547</id><published>2010-03-08T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:37:18.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wish kids would say</title><content type='html'>I'm playing hookie tomorrow from school.  I have an appointment with a surgeon for a medical issue that I've been battling all year.  I'll update on Wednesday about my medical news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing hookie a lot this year.  I'm almost out of sick days.  Apparently, I don't look good when I teach because my students have stared saying things like "oh, do you have another one of those headaches that you get?"  Or "you look like you're really tired or in pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kids have a magical ability to tell the truth all the time.  I hate that they mirror in me that I'm tired, pained, and dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they'd say "man, this class was fun and I learned a lot."  Or "my teacher inspired me to do better."  My favorite would be "I learned something in this class that will help me the rest of my life." I got a few of those last year.  This year, not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8357389699594841547?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8357389699594841547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-wish-kids-would-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8357389699594841547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8357389699594841547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-wish-kids-would-say.html' title='What I wish kids would say'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-772339375792611300</id><published>2010-03-01T20:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T02:07:14.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching on 4 hours of sleep is never good...</title><content type='html'>Nothing is ever enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lists of things that I need to work on, (according to my superiors at my Transition to Teaching Program):  Classroom Management, Student Engagement in the Lesson, Creating Inquiry in the Classroom, Creating Effective Procedures in my Classroom, Creating a Culture of High Expectations, more projects, more labs, Better Hooks at the start of a lesson to capture the students' emotionally, better closing at the end of a lesson to focus on the main idea before they leave, more differentiation, and more Positive Reinforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my administration, I need to work on proximity.  That means I need to be more present in my classroom and see everything that's going on.  My administrator said that I could be better in some areas, but as a second year teacher he didn't expect me to be much better than OK or just getting good at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students don't bring their books.  They don't come with a pencil nor paper.  They lose their work and expect to be given credit for it, since they promise me that they brought it to class last week.  They don't do homework and don't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not all of them but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what world do students think they should be able to pass a class without having to lift a finger?  I'm so irritated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-772339375792611300?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/772339375792611300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaching-on-4-hours-of-sleep-is-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/772339375792611300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/772339375792611300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/03/teaching-on-4-hours-of-sleep-is-never.html' title='Teaching on 4 hours of sleep is never good...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1746971630688879722</id><published>2010-02-23T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:08:36.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interavive Notebooks - Take 2</title><content type='html'>Research Update&lt;br /&gt;Just to see how it would work out and because I had the spare time, I decided to do a second round of Interactive Notebooks with my students.  So far, the results have been fairly similar to the first round though with a few less bumps and bruises along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think the experiment was a success in one way.  These things are a really great way for me to assess who has been doing the work and getting.  Before, I could never tell if the students were copying from each other or not.  I knew that a lot of them were not really doing the work to the level where they understood it, or even recalled it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Interactive Notebooks, we do two activities every day.  These activities are great because I usually structure it that the first activity is something that introduces the material and the second one is where the students get to explore the concept creatively and more in depth.  This is not something that is easy to copy or fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Interactive Notebooks are turned in, I can quickly peruse them and see which students have just done the first activity and given up on the second activity - which says to me that they didn't really understand it and were just copying from the book or another student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1746971630688879722?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1746971630688879722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interavive-notebooks-take-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1746971630688879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1746971630688879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interavive-notebooks-take-2.html' title='Interavive Notebooks - Take 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2103037980013198542</id><published>2010-02-22T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:13:35.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Probation - Version 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professional Update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my transition to teaching program, I've apparently made some sort of "Bad Child" list.  I now have two observers from my graduate program coming to watch me teach.  The new observer seems very nice and our first meeting gave me a positive outlook on working with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm wary.  My experience in this program so far has been one of ups and downs.  Lately, there's been more downs that ups.  What with the threat of getting expelled in the program in November for not having control of my classes and the added observer coming to watch me now, I can't help but worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new observer was called a Transitional Coach by my superiors in my Transition to Teaching program two weeks ago when they said that I should seriously consider working with her for my benefit.  I wonder if I ever had the opportunity to say no.  At any rate, when this new observer came to see me last week and observe my classroom and teaching style, she called herself an "Intervention Coach."  That, to me, has a very different meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing anything right at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2103037980013198542?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2103037980013198542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/academic-probation-version-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2103037980013198542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2103037980013198542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/academic-probation-version-20.html' title='Academic Probation - Version 2.0'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2100971434624249755</id><published>2010-02-19T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:20:06.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Grumpy Teaching Day</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep well last night.  Therefore, today I am extremely out of sorts and very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing a review and make-up work day today.  I haven't given them the usual 2 assignments to do but instead we're taking the time to have them catch up on some of their work for the week and review some concepts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm aware that this the a weak way out of the fact that I'm tired and don't really want to teach today.  Yes, sometimes this happens.  I guess I'm mortal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, really, really grumpy and headache-y.  One of my students today told me to go to the doctor about all of "those headaches you get." I had to laugh at that one.  Even my students are picking up on it.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2100971434624249755?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2100971434624249755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-grumpy-teaching-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2100971434624249755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2100971434624249755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-grumpy-teaching-day.html' title='Another Grumpy Teaching Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2638178165316207672</id><published>2010-02-18T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:16:57.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Teaching Days</title><content type='html'>I should not attempt to teach when extremely grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My S.O. just left to go out of town for a long weekend.  This really should not affect my teaching as much as it is.  I can't seem to concentrate today and I feel like I'm down in the dumps.  I know that I'll be going home to an empty house and that there's nothing to take my mind off of the incessant litany of things that I need to be doing for my teaching/masters degree class/thesis/professional responsibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a teacher, it seems like there's no off button.  I can't go home and turn my brain off so I can think about other things - like my life.  I need the distraction or I start to go batty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I'm just lonely and mopey.  Six of one, half a dozen of the other. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2638178165316207672?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2638178165316207672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/grumpy-teaching-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2638178165316207672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2638178165316207672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/grumpy-teaching-days.html' title='Grumpy Teaching Days'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-9051351632934695041</id><published>2010-02-12T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:10:35.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 10</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the kids start the day with review and another creative activity today. It hasn't gone very well. I'm starting to wonder if my idea for interactive notebooks isn't really working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original hypothesis was that by keeping all of their materials together and forcing the students to look back at them by building on skills progressively in the notebooks that the students would - through creativity and repetition - retain the material better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was a serious flaw in my plan. Some of my students are not invested enough in the notebooks to do the activities. There is a lack of desire to do the little creative projects that I think up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a lot of confusion because my students don't review the material or do homework. This can hurt a lot when you need to remember a lot of complicated materials. The kids need to practice or they will not remember the material. However, they don't. Most of my students tell me that they haven't done homework in years - and they are in the 9th grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I think I was perhaps a little overly optimistic about my students' desire to get good grades/learn/or otherwise be invested in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's a Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-9051351632934695041?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/9051351632934695041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/9051351632934695041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/9051351632934695041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-10.html' title='Interactive Notebooks:  Day 10'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-868800780922803198</id><published>2010-02-04T14:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:10:20.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 9</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to get better. And by better, I mean that my students are getting more familiarized with the pattern of the Interactive Notebooks (I.N.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to make sure that the creative activities where the students go into more depth with the material are not above the students' heads. That was where I was running into trouble in the beginning. I was writing the creative activities so that I would have fun with them and forgetting that the average 14 to 15 year old doesn't learn at the same pace as someone that has a Master's degree in Biology does. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoops&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep things simple and reinforce the material in a creative way instead of just focusing on projects that I think are awesome. I'm sure I'll get to awesome, but not right away. I need to give myself time to get into the swing of feeling out how well my students have absorbed the material before I give them complicated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;higher&lt;/span&gt;-thinking tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to stop using the book quite so much for introducing materials and instead for reinforcing it. My students this year have a lot of trouble with understanding the book due to it's literacy level being too high for them. I need to focus on the big picture at first and then differentiate into more complicated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutiae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of my students' vernacular: "it's all good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts from today: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Consistency&lt;/span&gt; is next to godliness. Seriously. If I consistently use a set of rules then I don't have to fight my students anymore. I just hold up my hand and signal to the phone. A student walks over there and calls because they know the procedure. Oh, how I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-868800780922803198?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/868800780922803198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/868800780922803198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/868800780922803198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-8.html' title='Interactive Notebooks:  Day 9'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4948173194072736271</id><published>2010-02-03T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:10:03.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks Day 8</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a lot of trouble getting the students to figure out what "does" and "doesn't" go in the Interactive Notebooks. They seem to think that some things are "too big" to fit in there and therefore should be done on a separate piece of paper. I think that's one thing about this project that is difficult for them to understand since previously I had them do their work on whatever paper they chose and then turn it in. Now, I have format requirements that they need to accomodate. It's a difficult transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, being sick yesterday threw off the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being sick... I went to the doctor today on my lunch break since my pain was worse than it had been in a number of months. This would not normally be relevant except for the fact that my doctor has been giving me a treatment for my disease that should have supposedly lessened the pain or reduced my symptoms somewhat. This is not good news. When I went to my doctor, I found out some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need surgery in the next few months. I was hoping to push this off until the summer or (better yet) to never, but the luck isn't with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can get the research done and written up before I have to have the surgery or I'm going to be screwed on getting my degree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4948173194072736271?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4948173194072736271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4948173194072736271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4948173194072736271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-7.html' title='Interactive Notebooks Day 8'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3111870171460498086</id><published>2010-02-02T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:19:12.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 7</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations from students today included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trouble understanding what should and should not go in the notebook &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arguements over books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of desire to do the work &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literacy issues with reading the book and finding the answers to questions (though at least these kids were working) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A small percentage of kids that like to keep organized didn't like my format and argued with me to keep using their own (which wouldn't be an issue if I'd started this at the beginning of school) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, there is a lot of thinking about these notebooks that I need to do. Essentially, I'm forcing my students to turn in their work to me in a format that I like. There is nothing wrong with that, because frequently in life they will have to format things in a way that doesn't suit them. This is especially true if they attend any form of higher education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I ask the question of myself - what is this doing for them? I need to survey them at the end and find out if any of them use the Interactive Notebooks for studying and if they find them helpful at all. I'm going to quiz the students and let them use their Interactive Notebooks, but I find myself asking what that will really show? A quiz is supposed to be a small form of an assessment where I determine who is having trouble and if I need to re-teach any material. If they are using their Interactive Notebooks to take the quiz, then I'm testing their reading abilities and not their knowledge. I'm so frustrated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short... I think I've brought up more questions than answers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3111870171460498086?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3111870171460498086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-7_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3111870171460498086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3111870171460498086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-7_12.html' title='Interactive Notebooks:  Day 7'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2200726126283057170</id><published>2010-02-01T18:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:17:15.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 6</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were squirrelly today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's teacher-talk for "almost but not quite out of control."  I had glue poured on people, students up out of their seats constantly, shouting across the room.  Basically, another day where I had to make an insane amount of phone calls after school.  Yay.  And, this is where it gets good, this was the one day out of the past 2 weeks where my college adviser comes in to watch me teach.  She stayed for 2 periods to see that I was, in fact, teaching well.  I can actually feel the egg on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's interactive notebook activities included thinking a bit too abstractly for my students.  They are still having difficultly because they lack the background knowledge and I'm trying to do creative activities.  I need to modify the activities that we do to reinforce the basics or this whole plan is going to be shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these are excellent ways to assess the students.  When they don't understand a given topic, it's so easy to see that because they don't fill out the creative activity.  Interesting point to be made. I could use these as a form of assessment on my students' comprehension.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2200726126283057170?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2200726126283057170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2200726126283057170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2200726126283057170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/02/interactive-notebooks-day-6.html' title='Interactive Notebooks: Day 6'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7751947226029807293</id><published>2010-01-29T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:22:40.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 5</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks: Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my students that I was collecting the notebooks today to grade them.  Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity while they all rushed to get done a whole week's worth of work instead of working on the activity for today.  I think that in the future I'm going to say that there will be one check per week but it will be random.  That will save me a lot of fuss and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it doesn't really help me to have my students not paying attention to me because they're worried about their grade for the previous stuff.  Whether they realize it or not, I'm more worried about working with them on *today's* materials so that they can ask me for help or remediation when I'm *there* and can help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm not too impressed with the Interactive Notebook's ability to help my students retain material because they're not invested in them.  However, as an assessment tool - they're stellar.  I can grade them in about 1 minute and the students can easily see exactly what they are missing.  They're fantastic in that regard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7751947226029807293?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7751947226029807293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-5-i-told-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7751947226029807293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7751947226029807293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-5-i-told-my.html' title='Interactive Notebooks: Day 5'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5896790878778006315</id><published>2010-01-28T07:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:35:29.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks Day 4</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are not getting the concepts this time around.  I'm having trouble (still) getting them to understand and retain transcription and translation.  Grades are coming out soon and I'm a little worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delayed a day longer to try and reteach the material, but now I'm moving on to other things I need to cover before the kids take their district-required tests to see if they've learned what the district says they're supposed to learn by this point in the school year. Yippie. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside - this method of teaching is making it really easy for me to tell when a student is missing work.  They ask me their grade, and I say "Open your notebook and show me all of the finished activities for the past 4 days."  They say "oh crap!" and I say... "yeah, get those done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5896790878778006315?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5896790878778006315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5896790878778006315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5896790878778006315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-4.html' title='Interactive Notebooks Day 4'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6471120133905475834</id><published>2010-01-27T04:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:42:24.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher, research your pupils, Part I</title><content type='html'>Update:  Using my students as research subjects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a caveat of my Transition to Teaching (TM) program, I need to go to graduate school and get my Master's in Education before 2 years is up.  For people that don't have an education degree that go into teaching, the state is vary wary.  Apparently, it was brought up that without a degree in education that these career professionals could be doing horrible damage to the kiddies without realizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've always been a fan of learning.  I've always loved school.  That's part of the reason why I went into teaching to begin with.  Also, I really hated research.  Talk about boring and monotonous.  (This is where I hear the Chinese curse: "May you live in interesting times," floating through my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love of education stopped at graduate school, Education Degree Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say that I'm not impressed with the learning going on in these classes.  My latest rant is that of the quality of their research.  It's called "Action Research."  The action, apparently, is to test an idea without controls and relevant statistics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High horse time:  I was a cancer researcher in my former life.  It pains me on an almost physical level to write a graduate thesis about my "research" without controls or statistics guiding the way.  I've been been great at statistics, but programs are built for people like me that get mixed up on when to use a T test versus ANOVA versus a regression analysis. Yay for computers to think for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin'.  Um... how can you ever say that what you proved was because of your hypothesis and not just a random pattern?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6471120133905475834?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6471120133905475834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/teacher-research-your-pupils-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6471120133905475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6471120133905475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/teacher-research-your-pupils-part-i.html' title='Teacher, research your pupils, Part I'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6035217538443097443</id><published>2010-01-26T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:08:19.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Emergency</title><content type='html'>Special Update:  Medical Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students last period had an accident and had to be taken to the Emergency Room.  I have no idea what happened, as my back was turned to him for half a minute, but as I was quieting my last class of the day to get ready for announcements I saw them all back up quickly and fearfully like they'd seen a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around expecting a mouse, and say one of the students on the floor.  As I was opening my mouth to say his name, he opened his mouth and started spitting up blood.  Lots of blood.  And 2 teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly helped him up and got him to a chair with some paper towels to catch the blood falling out of his mouth.  He covered my floor with spatters of spit blood for 3 feet.  There was so much blood that it was coagulating in big clumps as it sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shooed the students out of the room and into the hallway, ran and got the nurse that teaches next door, and then tried to comfort my student.  I had trouble with that.  What do you say when one of your students has 2 of his teeth - root and all - laying in a puddle of blood on the floor?  Really, "they can put them back in," sounds lame and "it's going to be OK," sounds trite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just settled for hugging him and telling him that his family would be with him soon and that he was going to see a doctor that would make it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the school nurse got there with gauze and other medical supplies, I backed up and let her do her thing.  Medically trained, I am not thought I have an interest in the subject.  Trying to be useful, I got the cops (who were coming in the door) the students emergency contacts and updated everyone on what I knew, though it was precious little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did send one of the cops for some milk.  I said that we needed to get his teeth into milk as soon as possible so they could put them back in for him at the hospital.  The cops went running to the cafeteria and came back with the milk in 5 minutes.  Until then, we wrapped the teeth in wet paper towel.  Once the teeth were in the milk, the EMTs arrived from the ambulance waiting outside.  I wrote the exact time his teeth had come out on the carten of milk in permanent marker and made sure to show the EMTs the information so they could show the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the two EMTs, the taller man looked at me with a smile and said "I thought that was an old-wives tale, but OK."  I seriously could have punched him.  In the face.  Hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost started crying when my administrator said that he had to go with my student to the hospital and not me.  I wanted to stay with him and make sure he was safe until his family came to his side.  He knows me.  I could have comforted him when he was the most scared.  He doesn't know the Academic Dean of our Magnet that well.  He knows me and trusts me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I told him that he would be OK and that the EMTs would make sure everything would be alright (which I doubted but kept to myself).  Once he'd left, I had 3 students come walking in for after-school tutoring and stop at the sight of all the blood. I think he lost a little less than a pint on my floor, desks, stools, and walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them to wait in the office until I made the room sterile.  They nodded vigorously and left with very wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school nurse, bless her, stayed and helped me clean up the blood.  I went to get a gallon of bleach that I keep in the back room and mixed it up for at 70%.  My science training came in handy, as I had to memorize how to clean up bio hazard spills as a researcher that handled blood.  70% bleach for at least 30 seconds, then wipe with alcohol after the bleach has dried.  It took us almost an hour to get the blood up off the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit in shock myself, as I just started laughing in the middle of cleaning.  It was, apparently, infectious as the nurse started laughing to.  I told her that cleaning up blood was "not in my plans for a Tuesday afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  9PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the boys legal guardian.  He lives with his aunt.  She told me that they were able to put his teeth back in at the ER.  She also told me, which did make me cry, that it was because of me and my quick thinking that they were able to save his teeth.  If they hadn't been put in the milk, he would have lost them because it took so long to get him into the ER.  The root of the tooth would have died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's OK. I didn't realize how scared I was until I talked to his aunt.  I apologized to her for not having more information on what happened, but told her everything I'd seen.  I told her that tomorrow, I would talk to my students and find out what happened and update her after school.  So help me, if anyone hurt that child I will yell at them with an inch of their life.  Of course, I'm upset so I probably should calm down first.  Never discipline children when angry. Ever. I learned that growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I now understand my mother saying to her children: "If you're OK at the end of this, I'm going to kill you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6035217538443097443?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6035217538443097443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/medical-emergency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6035217538443097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6035217538443097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/medical-emergency.html' title='Medical Emergency'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-713883340973580280</id><published>2010-01-26T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T04:50:04.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebook Research, Day 2</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks&lt;br /&gt;The students were having trouble today.  I think I need to go back and re-teach them the basics of Genetics because so many of them are not getting it.  This is going to set me back but I'd rather have them understand the basics well then shallowly understand very little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's activities involved vocabulary matching.  Note for next time, if you're going to ask students that never study to match vocabulary words to the correct step in turning DNA in protein, make sure to review the meanings first.  Or better yet, have them copy the definitions from the back of the book into their notebook BEFORE the activity.  That was my major issue today.  The kids kept looking at me with confused looks because they didn't remember what the vocabulary words mean that we worked on last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.  I'm going to have them work on mini-essays where they summarize the two steps (transcription and translation) and then draw what's happening.  Then they're going to underline all the vocab words in the mini-essay.  Hopefully, that will make them review and use the material.  I hope.  Short of making them repeat the words over and over until I force them to memorize them, I don't know what to do to help them get the basics.  Understanding is easy.  However, they lose their understanding if they don't memorize the basic stuff like vocabulary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-713883340973580280?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/713883340973580280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebook-research-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/713883340973580280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/713883340973580280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebook-research-day-2.html' title='Interactive Notebook Research, Day 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4435736246527138017</id><published>2010-01-25T17:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:28:54.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 1</title><content type='html'>Interactive Notebooks:  Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my graduate research today.  I'm studying student retention of concepts.  My hypothesis is that if the students take notes in an interactive, creative way that approaches the material from a different way than just seeking to comprehend it that they will remember it better.  It should be interesting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretested the students on their knowledge of genetics last week.  It was a short 3 question test, so it just gave me an idea of how much they understood before we went into the unit on transcription and translation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I gave the students a questionnaire about how often they took notes in class. We shall see how this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4435736246527138017?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4435736246527138017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4435736246527138017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4435736246527138017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/interactive-notebooks-day-1.html' title='Interactive Notebooks:  Day 1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4548634095735901136</id><published>2010-01-15T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:00:39.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless moments</title><content type='html'>I have no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students, C., today was sitting and playing a hand-held game.  I asked him if he had his work done and ready to turn in.  He didn't look up but told me he left his folder at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that he has no home.  He lives in a group home.  I found this out earlier in the week when he got 2 warnings in one day for barking in class (14 year-olds are silly and crazy).  Instead of a parent on the other end of the phone, I got a very crisp-voiced professional woman assuring me that his misbavior would be dealt with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in the middle of class, one of my other students asked me how old I am.  I answered and they all laughed and said I looked younger.  I laughed and said I got that a lot.  C looked up shyly from his game and told me that his mother died when she was 42, 2 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing that I could say.  It was too painful and I didn't want to draw attention to him.  I just put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze.  He looked me in the eyes for a second and withdrew to go back to his game.  I walked away to answer another question.  This took all of 2 seconds but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, this job is harder than people think and for reasons impossible to explain without crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4548634095735901136?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4548634095735901136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4548634095735901136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4548634095735901136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless-moments.html' title='Speechless moments'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6620271222749396746</id><published>2010-01-12T03:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T04:04:05.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare to last year</title><content type='html'>Note to readers:  I'm not upset with life.  Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my New Year's Resolution should be to blog every day and not just when I'm so angry or upset that I indulge in BlogRant (tm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... I'm so much better that I was last year at this time.  Case in point: we'll compare where I was last year and where I am now.  Some positivity is well deserved and might help me to put things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Struggling with how to organize my lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't know how to lesson plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completely made it up as I went along (no planning in advance)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reactive discipline instead of preventative procedures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was trying to be students' friend instead of Instructor (big issue last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't know how to grade in a timely/effective manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had trouble keeping track of grades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never called home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Periodically had "free days" due to lack of planning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still having problems with how to effective keep track of grades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still having issues grading quickly and and getting stuff back to the students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Struggling with classroom management... but SO much better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is where I have a conversation with my brain.  I tell it to shut up and that I am making progress, albeit slowly.  Hey, as I tell my students all the time: "Never give up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Doctor Heal Thyself, so I need to listen to myself more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6620271222749396746?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6620271222749396746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/compare-to-last-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6620271222749396746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6620271222749396746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/compare-to-last-year.html' title='Compare to last year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6387616745958752586</id><published>2010-01-11T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:05:09.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a teacher to do...</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I've got control of a situation... it all comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the teachers in my building have been told that the students that fail their classes were going to be removed and put into study halls.  This was supposedly supposed to give them some time to work on the state standards that they hadn't gotten in their classes.  I think it was also to remove the students that were not performing at their ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this was not done.  In fact, with the new students entering my class, my rosters got larger.  Combine this with the fact that the students that were failing math and english *did* get removed from those classes and their schedules had to re rearranged.  My classes are going nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days where I wonder at the administration.  I know that last year that if I have more than 20% of my students failing that we have to justify their grades to the administration and face an inquisition.  The administration says their goal is to have 95% of students pass their state standardized tests.  I understand their goal, but keeping kids in the same classes even after they have failed isn't helping anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the solution is but this certainly isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6387616745958752586?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6387616745958752586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-teacher-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6387616745958752586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6387616745958752586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-teacher-to-do.html' title='What is a teacher to do...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6104928784431707104</id><published>2010-01-04T10:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:14:40.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, this is an upper to start the year...</title><content type='html'>It's a new school year.  The air should be filled with hope and promise of new things yet to accomplish.  I should be looking forward to all of the young minds that I'm going to open this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression creeps into my mind everytime I think about my teaching abilities, my goals, the school culture that I teach in, and what I'm accomplishing.  I suppose it's no different for the students that I teach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I'm just overwhelmed with how little I can accomplish.  Between a lack of supplies, confusion over what's going on, being told one thing and having to do another, intimidation from the administration to scare the teachers into line, lack of respect from students, and unrealistic goals for the students from the administration... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting burned out.  Actually, I think I'm about toast.  I don't look forward to going to work anymore.  I don't really like my day.  I need to fix that or I'm going not be here next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... 2 years in an inner city school is an accomplishment.  However, I look at it in terms of what I've done to help my students... and academically I don't know if it's much.  I helped them feel better about themselves but that's not technically a teacher's job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6104928784431707104?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6104928784431707104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-this-is-upper-to-start-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6104928784431707104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6104928784431707104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-this-is-upper-to-start-year.html' title='Well, this is an upper to start the year...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2981997514410732589</id><published>2009-12-07T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:43:20.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days Left</title><content type='html'>Goal of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the grades done in advance.  They need to go in by Tuesday.  Also, I need to figure out which kids will be failing due to absences and make a list of them to cover myself in the event that the powers that be don't like how many kids I'm failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day:  8 days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought I had stopped updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, my adviser for graduate school beat me to the punch.  I am now on a list of people for my program that are under "academic probation."  That means that the *they* powers of my transition to teaching program have decided that I haven't made enough progress as a teacher and they're thinking about throwing me out.  So, for the past month I've had to turn in my lesson plans by no later than 6pm on Sunday and do little projects that show I'm growing as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, it's been working.  I was hesitant at first, but my classrooms are now much more controllable than they were before.  Also, I'm having more fun teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - things aren't perfect.  I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth for this one.  I just want to be able to do my job and do it well.  I just wish things hadn't been so stressful this year.  I really do feel like a first year teacher.  If every year starts out with the sort of chaos that this year did, then I'm going to hate teaching.  I don't want to go through 3 to 4 months of hell just to get to the happy period the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, when I think about it, my classes sucked last year until about the end of February.  Once I started having a set schedule for the day and a pattern to my classes, the kids settled down.  They really do like patterns and schedules.  Routine, my hopes fall on thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping the next few days are cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2981997514410732589?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2981997514410732589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2981997514410732589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2981997514410732589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-days-left.html' title='8 Days Left'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1056675915399443570</id><published>2009-11-30T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:12:23.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Students exiting class = stampede</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: I will set a schedule for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:  Clocks&lt;br /&gt;I have removed the clock from my classroom. Actually, I did this about 2 months ago and it has done wonders for the class.  I think I need to do it in all of the classes that I teach from now on.  I have the times for when each class gets out posted above the area where I collect each of their work.  However, the kids were stopping to pack up up to 10 minutes before class has ended.  I needed to put a stop to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it's still a problem.  The kids want to get out of my class as soon as possible so they can get out into the halls with their friends.  There needs to be a procedure to stop this behavior causing a problem in my class.  The issue is them getting ready while I'm still tyring to get some work out of them.  I think I'll start giving the students 1 minute at the end of class to get ready.  For my students in particular, this is an issue because they have to walk between buildings to their classes and some days it's raining/snowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last period, they are always insane at the end of the day so let's see how this procedure works for them.  I'll experiment on them first and see how it goes.  I can have them clean up the room while they're at it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1056675915399443570?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1056675915399443570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/students-exiting-class-stampede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1056675915399443570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1056675915399443570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/students-exiting-class-stampede.html' title='Students exiting class = stampede'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4545351714517133618</id><published>2009-11-25T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:07:58.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep breathing</title><content type='html'>Thought of the Day:  Break couldn't have come at a greater time.  I so need a break.  I need it like fish need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm a mudpuppy at this point.  I just want to have my life work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are working in my classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot water kettle for oatmeal or tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assignment calendar to record each day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student Star Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calling parents at warning #2 for misbehavior... (up to 21 a night - ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attention grabber in the form of a Suquishy Ball that I throw around the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Review Jeopardy for candy at the start of each day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set procedure for getting the students' attention (5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - all eyes on me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student Behavior Cards - logging all phone calls home... and students get a call for anything they've done wrong... lots of time on the phone for me and it's all recorded for posterity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study supplies table - where everything is organized for the students.  They have all spare copies of assignments going back for the unit, their work for today to be passed out, and spare paper/pencils for people that don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4545351714517133618?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4545351714517133618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-of-day-break-couldnt-have-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4545351714517133618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4545351714517133618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-of-day-break-couldnt-have-come.html' title='Just keep breathing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1451140189980426866</id><published>2009-11-23T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:02:59.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of the teenage years</title><content type='html'>Goal of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make it to Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my students don't handle labs as well as I thought.  We were doing a seed lab for a bit of fun and the students haven't been doing very well with it.  They all went crazy over the cheek cells lab.  They were tepid about the potato lab.  I thought that they would find watching seeds sprout to be something cool.  Apparently, I was wrong.  They were really fascinated by the seeds growing into plants, but not about the seeds sprouting under the microscope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know this for next year.  I won't make this lab really long and drawn out.  It makes no sense to do this when the kids are somewhat perturbed by looking at plants under the microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my students are really antsy this close to break.  I, apparently, have enacted the Star Awards at a critical time in the year to pull my students back on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to keep repeating to yourself:  "They are 14 years old. They are 14 years old."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1451140189980426866?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1451140189980426866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/joys-of-teenage-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1451140189980426866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1451140189980426866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/joys-of-teenage-years.html' title='The joys of the teenage years'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-784473625991011755</id><published>2009-11-19T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:59:24.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Star Awards</title><content type='html'>Thought of the Day:  Positive Reinforcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to have my classes work without positive reinforcement all year.  I realize now that this was a gigantically stupid idea.  Most of my students don't have any form of positive reinforcement anywhere in their lives.  They need it so much.  They need to have a physical and visual way to "see" how well they are doing in my classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For students in other districts, their grades are positive reinforcement.  When they do well, they will have good grades and they will get praise.  Here, where most of my students have this eternal sense of "it doesn't matter - I will fail," they need some positive reinforcement.  For students that don't get a lot of positivity in their lives, this is a way for them to stay happy.  It has made a HUGE difference in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I was thinking.  Apparently, I wasn't.  I need to have my students get on board with what I'm trying to do before I try and do it.  That is goal #1.  Relevancy helps.  Clear goals help.  Accurate assessing of knowledge helps.  However, without students being on board with what I'm trying to do, I won't get to the learning part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe how well my students are coming on board for a few paper stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I started this because I had a spontaneous observation from my boss - the academic dean.  That was really nerve wracking but the stars helped.  Whoo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-784473625991011755?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/784473625991011755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-star-awards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/784473625991011755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/784473625991011755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/return-of-star-awards.html' title='The Return of the Star Awards'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6119465788172152314</id><published>2009-11-16T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:53:46.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One way or another</title><content type='html'>News Flash #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just had a meeting with my superiors about my continued presence in our graduate program and teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't go very well. There was crying involved.  I really, really, really loathe crying in front of people when I need to be professional.  I just couldn't hold it in anymore.  All of the misery about my failed sense of worth as a teacher came crashing out.  I just didn't feel like I was doing a good job and my students were the ones who were suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my superiors did a good job of politely ignoring my outburst.  I think that made me feel worse and want to cry more, which is exactly what happened.  I used to have such control over my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a more positive note:  my S.O. had surprises waiting for me when I got home.  These surprises had to wait until after I had gone into the shower and cried my eyes out, but I just couldn't take any more people staring at me while I had an emotional breakdown.  My S.O. apparently knew I was going to have a bad day and left me a really sweet voice mail and fixed up my office.  I just had to let the air out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I have this sense of calmness about the whole thing now.  I feel like I'm a criminal and I've been caught.  There's nothing to worry about now.  I don't have to worry about things getting any worse and there's a strange sense of stillness around that feeling.  Either way, things will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6119465788172152314?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6119465788172152314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-flash-2-oh-i-just-had-meeting-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6119465788172152314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6119465788172152314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-flash-2-oh-i-just-had-meeting-with.html' title='One way or another'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5297342313461461240</id><published>2009-11-16T09:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:48:13.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Probation</title><content type='html'>News Flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my adviser from my graduate program (transition to teaching) an email saying that I was seriously thinking about leaving my program.  That means I was seriously considering coming in one day and quitting.  No ifs, ands, or buts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been seriously bad lately.  I feel like my classes are out of control and the students are not learning anything.  OK, I felt like that last year, but there were a few students that were up to parr and they made my day.  I'm missing those students now.  I miss that sense of inquiry that shows in a student's eye when they are genuinely curious about something.  I need that for my day to be complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not having to fight my classes tooth and nail in order to get what I need done in the room helps, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I've got 2 weeks to pull my classroom together or I'm out of the program.  I guess my email was just stating what they think of me, really.  I didn't feel like I was a good teacher this semester and they seem to have the same impression.  At least I'm justified in what I think. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5297342313461461240?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5297342313461461240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/academic-probation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5297342313461461240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5297342313461461240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/academic-probation.html' title='Academic Probation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3108668931245162443</id><published>2009-11-10T05:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:20:21.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Denmark</title><content type='html'>Thought of the Day: State of Denmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother called me last week right after school on Thursday.  They found something wrong with her heart and she was going into surgery in 30 minutes.  I didn't have enough time to get down there before she went in for surgery.  She wanted to call me in case something went wrong.  Apparently, they found a blockage so bad in hear heart that they were afraid of letting her leave the hospital and they rushed her over to the heart surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left school and rushed over there.  One poor student had the unfortunate luck of running into me on the way out of the building and seeing me in tears.  He was unsettled by seeing that, poor thing.  I just told him that my mother was sick and I needed to go see her in the hospital and I was worried.  I still think he was unsettled.  He did say that he "hoped she got better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, after worrying about my mom, spending time with her in the hospital, and going to a Saturday graduate class where I mostly sat in the seat, numb to everything that was going on, I just snapped.  What am I doing?  I should have been with my mother.  Then I got really sick.  I had one of the worst migraines that I've had in the past 6 months.  I was sick all of Sunday and into most of Monday morning.  I probably should have gone to the hospital but I didn't want to be poked and prodded by doctors.  I just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear for awhile.  I didn't go to school yesterday.  This is my 4th sick day this year so far and it's only November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting everything on hold for this program for the past two years.  I haven't spent much time with my family, I'm always running around too busy to see my friends, and when I do see people I'm so exhausted that I fall asleep.  Last year, I had fun in class and I was happy to be in the program even if the costs were great.  Now, my perspective has changed.  Perhaps it's the drugs making me moody or the fact that I'm not teaching the same subject or grade level as last year.  Perhaps it's because I'm not as fresh-faced as I was last year.  Maybe I'm just trying to take my job more seriously and that's ruining what joy I got in being an unconventional teacher.  All I know is that something is wrong.  I think it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3108668931245162443?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3108668931245162443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/state-of-denmark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3108668931245162443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3108668931245162443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/state-of-denmark.html' title='State of Denmark'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7514083347936464275</id><published>2009-11-04T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:47:00.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Learning via Projects"</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Stop the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: "Learning via projects"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get more labs in my classroom. Not only is this good experience for the students because they get to "see" what they are learning about in action but it gives them a taste of what it's like to be a real scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find some good resources to getting labs off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bowdoin.edu/biology/grants/spec/labs.shtml"&gt;http://www.bowdoin.edu/biology/grants/spec/labs.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dnalc.org/labcenter/transformation/transformation_h.html"&gt;http://www.dnalc.org/labcenter/transformation/transformation_h.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bioedonline.org/"&gt;http://www.bioedonline.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ocw.mit.edu/OcwWeb/Chemistry/5-111Fall-2008/BiologyTopics/index.htm"&gt;http://ocw.mit.edu/OcwWeb/Chemistry/5-111Fall-2008/BiologyTopics/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pubinfo.vcu.edu/secretsofthesequence/playlist_frame.asp"&gt;http://www.pubinfo.vcu.edu/secretsofthesequence/playlist_frame.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7514083347936464275?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7514083347936464275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-via-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7514083347936464275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7514083347936464275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/learning-via-projects.html' title='&quot;Learning via Projects&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5309539020612364903</id><published>2009-11-02T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:44:42.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"To thine own self be true... or something like that."</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week:  "Stop belly-aching." 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:  "To thine own self be true... or something like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in my room, I think about the last few weeks and what hasn't been working in my classroom.  The list is a long one and I'm really not happy about it.  Lately, I've been wondering why I'm even in this program if I'm such an ineffective teacher.  These students have seen a lion's share of ineffective teachers and teaching practices up to this point and I don't want to be another name added to that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I remember what I did last year and how many students I got on board with the idea that school can be a meaningful thing in their life.  I had students tell me that I was their favorite teacher because they actually learned things.  When I see my old students today, they run up to me and tell me how happy they are to see me.  Where is the disconnect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future in this program is not assured.  My health issues have made it so that I'm exhausted even more than I was last year (as a first year teacher) and my emotions are all over the place.  I've been considering leaving teaching to those that know what they're doing and going back to research, where at least I was competent at my  job even if I didn't enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself this at night (when I'm not dreaming about my classroom) - is it right to stay in a profession where you enjoy it if you're not good at it?  Or should I go back to something I was good at even if I hated the tedium of it?  What is my main goal here with my students?  Do I want to help them receive a positive school experience and learn to trust themselves and their intelligence or do I want to push the state standards and succeed at what my bosses and overseers at my Graduate School call "closing the achievement gap?" What is the main goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many people tell me what I need to be doing and what I need to be focusing on that my head is spinning.  Other than the nebulous "closing the achievement gap," I've been told conflicting goals from my superiors.  Or rather, that how exactly to close the achievement gap is something that no one can agree on.  Some say rigorous instruction and adherence to the state standards.  Some say that I need to not focus as much on the standards because they're set up to fail due to there being too many of them.  Others thing that getting the kids on board with their own education and realizing that it can be positive is the way to go.  Then there's the belief that the students need stability in an insane world and that we need to provide them with consistent and fair rules to help them want to come to school.  Which is correct, I don't know.  I do know that I've been trying to do all at once and failing miserably.  I think I need to go with one and just try to do this my own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multitasking has never worked for me.  I should try to remember that my greatest gift to my students is myself - I need to be myself because when I do that I love my job and love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5309539020612364903?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5309539020612364903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-thine-own-self-be-true-or-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5309539020612364903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5309539020612364903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-thine-own-self-be-true-or-something.html' title='&quot;To thine own self be true... or something like that.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7552485146957921762</id><published>2009-10-29T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:04:58.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goal of the week:  Survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:  "Considering the culture where I work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say there is an achievement gap.  The difference in standardized test scores between different racial and socio-economic demographics is pronounced.  Students that are black, hispanic, or mixed don't do as well as their white counterparts.  Students from low income backgrounds in urban settings don't do as well as their middle or upper class counterparts in the suburbs or rural settings.  Why is this? There are many explanations and I won't go into them because that's enough for a Doctoral Thesis and not a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, from my time spent as an urban teacher I know one thing to be true.  These kids are no different than those from the suburbs or out in the boonies.  They are still kids.  They love video games, they think they know it all, they get excited and jump around, they love candy, and they want to go on to do great things in this world.  Also, just like their counterparts outside the city and from higher income familes, they *don't* want to go to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear all day is "why do I need to know this," "does this really matter," "I don't want to," and "I don't care."  These were the same things I heard growing up in the suburbs and in college with fairly affluent people.  Kids don't want to do things that aren't fun.  That's part of growing up is to realize that not everything in life is fun and if you want something that you have to work for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote the Stones:  "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need."  I need that written 4 feet tall somewhere in my classroom.  My students don't seem to understand that you aren't always given what you want immediately.  In that way, they are PERFECTLY NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my students know that they can not take school seriously.  Why? As a teacher, I'm not allowed to fail more than 10% of my class or my bosses downtown start to look really hard at me.  Kids are smart creatures.  What happens when every teacher in a district is told not to fail so many students?  The kids see that they can do barely anything in class, not show up repeatedly, and still pass.  That's what.  This is the product of 10 years of students being *SHOWN* that they can get away with murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other reasons for the difference in success, but that's one that surprised me.  I believe in eduacation.  I believe in it so much it hurts.  It hurts me to see a school system effectively telling the students that they can slack off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it only hurts the students in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7552485146957921762?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7552485146957921762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/goal-of-week-survival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7552485146957921762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7552485146957921762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/goal-of-week-survival.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-855045860550215667</id><published>2009-10-26T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:01:26.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Ignorance bliss (or "if I wanted this I would have gone into the army)</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the noise level down in my room so I can think and the students can hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:  Is ignorance bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching my 4th and second to last class of the day.  My students we doing fairly well with the activity because it was more "hands-on."  I was instructing them to the next step of what should happen for their activity and all of a sudden 3 cops burst through my classroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little shocked.  I asked them if I could help them with something and they mumbled something that I don't recall.  I saw them scanning the room.  They found what they were looking for in the form of one of my students that I've been painfully working to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all moved towards him like animals stalking prey - quickly and stealthily.  They went up behind him and said "hands behind your back."  Within seconds he was handcuffed and they put him on the floor.  He did not struggle as 3 grown men held him down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole class was silent.  They all just watched in fear and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police men asked my student where "it" was.  He calmly responded "in my backpack" - which was on his back.  They took his backpack and picked him up off the ground by his arms.  I wanted to step in and tell them not to hurt them, but thought better of it because these police officers didn't look like they were in a talking mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left carrying my student, the whole class burst into bedlam.  Students were loudly talking about how scared they were, how stupid the student was, and a host of other related topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this student had a loaded handgun in his backpack.  He'd been showing it around at lunch and someone told on him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to my desk, I saw his hat on the floor.  He loves his hat and I finally got him to take it off when in the classroom without being told.  Small victories.  He's a nice kid but he doesn't come most of the time and when he is here he just throws the other students off track with talking.  I finally found out why he doesn't attempt to do any work except when someone he is friends with is there to copy off of.  He has a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade reading level.  We did a literacy test two weeks ago and I looked at the data for all of my students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely conflicted.  This kid is a smart enough kid... he's just been passed on and he can't read at a high level.  There's no way he can succeed in my room because the reading level is so far beyond him.  He's given up before he even started, and I frankly don't blame him.  I like him but I can't help him.  He can only help himself at this point and it will be a long, hard road ahead.  I know there are people out there who can help him but I don't know if he knows that.  I feel great concern for his welfare knowing that he is going to go through life without an education or the literacy level to really succeed.  What type of options does he have in this world without being able to use the written word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand - he brought a weapon capable of deadly force into the room.  I thought about this as I picked up his hat and saved it for him.  I knew he'd come back for it because he loved that hat so.  One part of me was scared.  What if that gun (which was loaded) had gone off?  What if he didn't like me or decided I was picking on him and he wasn't going to take it anymore?  What if another student saw it and started playing with it and hurt themselves, others, or me?  What if what if what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as sympathetic as I am to his life and outcome... he has no right to endanger the safety of others.  No one has that right.  Not in my room or anywhere.  I feel so torn right now.  My physical safety and the safety of those I'm responsible for were taken away.  Maybe they knew it all along and didn't comprehend but I do.  I do and I don't feel safe in my own classroom anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-855045860550215667?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/855045860550215667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-ignorance-bliss-or-if-i-wanted-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/855045860550215667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/855045860550215667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-ignorance-bliss-or-if-i-wanted-this.html' title='Is Ignorance bliss (or &quot;if I wanted this I would have gone into the army)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8091630042651872672</id><published>2009-10-21T08:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:35:28.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the worst teacher - ever...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I'm a horrible teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on getting my classroom quiet.  It is so loud in my room that one of my students who has migraines is not able to come into my room.  This student that I just mentioned just came up to me and told me that she will not be attending class anymore because it is too loud in here for her to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This needs to stop.  I cannot allow this to persist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems in my class:&lt;br /&gt;1) students do not bring their materials&lt;br /&gt;2) students cannot hear me&lt;br /&gt;3) students interrupt me while I'm teaching&lt;br /&gt;4) students don't know what's going on in class&lt;br /&gt;5) my students think they run the show and are equal to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did these things come from? Apparently, I've allowed the *children* in my room to think that their edcucation is up to them and that they can make the rules for their world.  That is not the case.  If there's one important lesson I hope they learn from education it is this:  Life is a game and you don't make the rules... you play by someone else's rules and if you don't follow them then you don't get what you want.  That was what my mother told me when I was a young person and it always stayed in my mind as something that is truful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the adult in the room.  I'm paid to make sure that these kids get educated.  If there's a problem in the room, it's not because of my students but because I'm not being a good classroom manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8091630042651872672?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8091630042651872672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-worst-teacher-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8091630042651872672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8091630042651872672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-worst-teacher-ever.html' title='I&apos;m the worst teacher - ever...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6247653206387435452</id><published>2009-10-19T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:47:51.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh (or... I'm trying to see the silver lining and failing)</title><content type='html'>Today's update is all about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sophmore&lt;/span&gt; slumps - which I'm apparently right in the middle of.  What are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sophmore&lt;/span&gt; slumps, you might say?  Well, after one year of doing something I thought I had been making progress but apparently I have not.  I'm past the little gains and I'm into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minutae&lt;/span&gt; of teaching and how difficult it can be to make big gains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of energy.  My health isn't any worse but the continual effort that I need to provide in order to keep up with 40 freshman in my room 5 times a day is daunting.  I've been maintaining myself with just getting by.  Unfortunately, that's not good enough.  Not only do I need to be here giving lessons every day to help the kids learn what's on the benchmarks but I also need to step it up and get the classroom under control, help my class to run smoothly, and control these kids.  Basically, I need to control these kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired. In fact, I'm getting exhausted.  I don't know how long I'm going to be able to keep this up.  I love teaching but I keep turning back in my mind to the fact that I seemed to have more control of my students last year than I do this year and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only major difference between last year and this year is the classroom composition, the subject, the stars, and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demeanor&lt;/span&gt; when teaching.  I think that the class being made up of freshman isn't a big change.  Most of my kids last year, regardless of age or class standing, were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squirrel-ly&lt;/span&gt; and a little nuts.  I just was able to control them better - which I was finally able to do through the seating chart.  I need to control the seating chart in order to control the students.  However, the students in my class this year have claimed that they are not able to bring their books because they are "too heavy" or too far away.  I think that I'm going to have to do something about that.  Another teacher in my building uses the tired and true method of having the kids write "I will remember my materials" 25 times.  That will motivate the students to do what is asked of them.  I need to think of a positive reward for students that bring their books all the time.  That would be effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other differences this year.  For one, I don't like my students as well.  I really enjoyed getting to know my students last year and the rapport that I developed with them might have had something to do with the fact that they respected me as much as they did.  Unfortunately, they saw me as "one of the kids" and didn't really think I was an adult.  I decided this year to take the road of "adult" and I dress and act more professional than I'm inclined to be.  This might have been a mistake on my part.  I need to figure out what my style is for teaching and stick to it.  Actually, I just need to figure out what works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... different from last year is the fact that I'm not doing positive reinforcement visually.  That might have everything in the world to do with my students are acting so horribly.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6247653206387435452?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6247653206387435452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh-or-im-trying-to-see-silver-lining.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6247653206387435452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6247653206387435452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh-or-im-trying-to-see-silver-lining.html' title='Ugh (or... I&apos;m trying to see the silver lining and failing)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3078241046451908969</id><published>2009-10-02T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:56:19.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procedures I am (or... "Thank you Mr. Harry Wong")</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goal of the Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Map out the next month of classes and come up with some activities for each idea. I want to have the whole next unit planned in advance. I will do this AT SCHOOL and not at HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After some wonderful words of wisdom from another educator, I have decided that I've been attempting to do to much outside of school and it's killing me.  I need to have fun in my classes and not be so focused all the time on being perfect.  I *will* concentrate on the positive. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making excellent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;progress&lt;/span&gt; with the procedures.  After reading some out of "The First Days of School" by Harry Wong, I've decided that this needs, first and foremost, to be the center of my teaching.  At the start of every year the kids need to know how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same for a job.  When I first went to work as a professional researcher I had to spend 2 days reviewing the procedures of the lab.  It was some of the most boring time of my life but it did let me know exactly what they wanted to me to do in the execution of my duties.  I was "FOREWARNED." That is exactly what my students need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than facing each and every new situation as it comes up and the inevitable backlash of student confusion and hatred as they get a consequence that they didn't expect, then I need to let them know in advance what matters to me, how I do things, and how each and every part of the classroom works.  That way, they can be informed of how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made a powerpoint presentation over my procedures (of course, this is one month into school) but after that it seems to have been helping.  My students seem a lot calmer and they try to pull things less on me. Not every student is a little angel, but things are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need to figure out what ALL of my procedures are. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3078241046451908969?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3078241046451908969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/procedures-i-am-or-thank-you-mr-harry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3078241046451908969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3078241046451908969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/10/procedures-i-am-or-thank-you-mr-harry.html' title='Procedures I am (or... &quot;Thank you Mr. Harry Wong&quot;)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6933562041177236857</id><published>2009-09-30T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:56:49.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Managable Goals (or... "Stop the burnout.")</title><content type='html'>-This post brought to you by a really bad day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone expects teachers to always be positive, upbeat, and helpful to all of the children that come into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back when teaching was about conveying learning to pupils? I sure don't. Teachers these days are expected to be surrogate parents, nurses, and therapists for all of their students.  I went into this profession because I wanted to do something that mattered.  As it turns out, doing something that matters takes a lot of snuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a misreable git most days because I can't seem to keep up with the demands in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in light of the last post: here are my goals... for good or ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not take work home with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan in advance (lesson planning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set reasonable classroom goals, and to hell with the district on this one... I can't teach everything they want me to teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not stay more than 1 hour after school each day... no matter what&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that this is a JOB - granted one that I like - and that my MAIN GOAL is the health and well being of my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If all else fails - see goal #5 and learn to live with what needs to be done to make my family healthy and safe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have fun... with learning and getting to know the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Those are my new and improved reasonable goals.  Let's see how this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6933562041177236857?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6933562041177236857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/managable-goals-or-stop-burnout-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6933562041177236857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6933562041177236857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/managable-goals-or-stop-burnout-from.html' title='Managable Goals (or... &quot;Stop the burnout.&quot;)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1419732416207763462</id><published>2009-09-28T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:30:37.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities... revaluated</title><content type='html'>I absolutely did not take my own advice.  I have dropped more weight and my clothes are starting to get way too loose.  Even my students have started to comment that I'm too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find enough time in the day to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the act of getting up and going in for work has become painful.  I don't enjoy teaching like I did last year.  I've started to seriously consider the option of going back to work in research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, might you ask? Because when I was a researcher I pulled the same hours but I didn't take it home with me.  I suppose I should remember back to my time in the lab and realize that I was horribly miserable.  I hated it.  There was too much stress and everyone expected you to be perfect all the time.  I was bored with the monotony and everyone there was not interesting.  People were just flying by all around me and they didn't have anything going on in their lives that seemed worth a damn other than their families.  That, and they didn't really have a sense of humor.  I missed the crazy fun that I had in college and grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crazy fun was what drew me to teaching in the first place.  I suppose that I need  to focus on that and remember that I wanted crazy.  I wanted to fine the Zen in the middle of an insane place.  When I first started teaching I told my students that I needed a crazy life in order to be happy.  I've been trying to do what each person who calls themself my boss says a teacher *needs* to be or do.  I need to keep control.  I need to make the immature kids that walk through my door into well-read, well-spoken, knowledgable little ladies and gentleman with manners and an understanding of how the world works so they can go out and thrive.  Yeah, that ain't happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids that walk through my door are good kids.  They haven't always had a great educational experience but that isn't my or their faults.  I do need to teach them some basic skills but by trying to handle everything at once I will fail them.  I can't do everything that the district and my professors at Grad School tell me I need to do. Why? Because it's too much, as the kids would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to set ATTAINABLE goals and try to meet them.  Why? Because it's more fair on the kids? Why? Because I'm not a superhero.  Why? Because I don't want to burn out.  I love working with kids and helping them along but I'm new at this and I have to allow for mistakes.  I'm still learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because when you set the bar too high, you only set yourself up to fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a good teacher. I am a good teacher because I love each and every one of my students - no matter how ill behaved and unmanageable - and I can make changes in their lives by believing in them.  And I do believe in each and every one of them to set manageable goals for themselves and meet them if they have the right motivation and positive feedback.  I can help them with that because my students often have never had someone believe in them in their lives.  I believe in them.  I have to believe in myself and the fact that I'm smart enough to beat the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system is broken.  I can and will have to find a way around it for the sake of all the 180 little souls that are in my care for an hour a day each day.  All of them are different, fun, interesting people. I need to remember that they are what comes first and not the district.  I have to do what is best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me: the students are the focus, the students are the focus, the students are the focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1419732416207763462?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1419732416207763462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/priorities-revaluated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1419732416207763462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1419732416207763462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/priorities-revaluated.html' title='Priorities... revaluated'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4049343372936511431</id><published>2009-09-25T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:19:48.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it get better?</title><content type='html'>I gave a test out last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have students that have not made it up yet.  They don't seem to know or care that a test has occurred in their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one way to get around this in the future is post when tests will be held much prior to when I have been telling the students about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to think about MIDTERMS. Originally, I had wanted my students to do a project but it seems like most of them will not be involved enough in class to really get it done.  Most of my kids (1 in 5) bring a book so for any bookwork they just sit there and say "can't do it - don't have the book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that posting a schedule will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... sleep.  I really need to get some sleep. I've been waking up at 2am for the past few days and it's making me sick. I can't teach with no sleep and I don't know how I did it all last year. Oh wait... I got sick a lot and missed 9 days of school.  Grad school + first year teacher + not knowing what I teach (I taught Earth Space when I have degrees in Biology and have never taken an Earth Space Science class in my life) = no sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: Eat better and sleep.  I'm dropping weight again. When will this get better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4049343372936511431?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4049343372936511431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-it-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4049343372936511431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4049343372936511431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-it-get-better.html' title='When will it get better?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6889493184644771390</id><published>2009-09-23T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:15:08.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentrate on the positive</title><content type='html'>What should I talk about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told by my Grad School Advisor (the new one) that I need to concentrate on positive points I can change.  It's hard for my to stay positive these days.  I just look at my ill-equipped classes in the Room From Hell. Or I look at the broken copier - one of two in the building - that has been out for 4 days.  Or I see another standardized test where my students are removed from the room on the schedule and I found out about it 3 days prior.  Or I look at the benchmarks coming up where I have to teach the students insane amounts of materials... and if they don't make the grade then my job is threatened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the positive.  My students just got the book.  Most of them don't bring theirs to class. Most of them have almost no background in science. I'm supposed to teach them when most of my students have issues understanding what an atom is - and I get to teach them about hydrogen bonding between proteins.  I have to teach them genetics and they don't understand what a cell is.  Most of them make it a point to say that they "don't care" and will not nor will they ever do this thing called studying.  The district tells me that I can't assign so many F's but the kids have to pass the benchmark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by impossible demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how other teachers handle all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse... it's hard for me to see the positive side of teaching at all right now.  I don't like teaching and I'm not having fun. When does this get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the depressing post, but it's how I feel right now.  Sure, I'll focus on the positives.  I have a job.  That's a positive.  I like most of my students. That's a positive.  I want so much better for them. That's a positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6889493184644771390?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6889493184644771390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/concentrate-on-positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6889493184644771390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6889493184644771390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/concentrate-on-positive.html' title='Concentrate on the positive'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1756442473870897524</id><published>2009-09-22T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:22:28.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class size and my personal war with the district (or ”you can handle 30 so try 40“)</title><content type='html'>Things are starting to get a little better with the class sizes, but this is still my personal problem in life in that it's very difficult for me to be heard over 45 freshman.  The one class is still insanely huge and I don't know what to do about it.  I've been told by “on high” that my classroom numbers are exactly where they need to be for me to keep my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I do not have that many students in all of my classes – but jeeze oh Pete's – even 35 freshman is a lot to handle.  This is especially true of my last period class that has the mentality of jumping beans.  They literally run around the room when my back is turned to go and talk to their friends.  When they see me start to turn back, they drop to the ground and try to crawl to their seats behind my desks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what kids are doing these days in class.  I suppose I need to read “First Days of School” and work on my procedures a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1756442473870897524?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1756442473870897524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-size-and-my-personal-war-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1756442473870897524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1756442473870897524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/class-size-and-my-personal-war-with.html' title='Class size and my personal war with the district (or ”you can handle 30 so try 40“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6092077580570664517</id><published>2009-09-15T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:11:23.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My students make me laugh so much (or ”the day a student told me I needed a bigger butt“)</title><content type='html'>How I do love it when I get good jokes in my classroom.  This was the gem from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, walking around and lecturing:  Blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Student (not raising hand):  Ms. D., you're too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You think so? I get told that all the time by my family.&lt;br /&gt;Student:  Yeah, you need to eat more and get some weight on you.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'll get right on that.&lt;br /&gt;Student (making hand gestures that look like squeezing two large grapefruits:  Yeah, you need to get some... you know... curves... especially in the booty.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (long pause) A-, did you just tell me to get a bigger butt?&lt;br /&gt;Student: (Turning bright red as he realized what he'd just done) Uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Whole class: ERUPTING LAUGHTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6092077580570664517?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6092077580570664517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-students-make-me-laugh-so-much-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6092077580570664517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6092077580570664517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-students-make-me-laugh-so-much-or.html' title='My students make me laugh so much (or ”the day a student told me I needed a bigger butt“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3256908484577808068</id><published>2009-09-14T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:37:07.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Test re-test test test test (or ”I secretly hope for my district’s destruction“)</title><content type='html'>A lot of school districts have this deal going where they have the kids take a test that "qualififes" them to graduate.  My district is an example of this.  We give the kids a test in the 10th grade that covers math and english skills they should have mastered to this point.  If they don't pass it then *theoretically* they don't graduate.  I was sent to babysit the kids that have passed this test and don't have to retake it since we are in the middle of "re-take week."  This is the magical fun place where juniors and seniors that have not passed the test get pulled out of class during the morning to retake the test.  Of course, it they don't pass this test by the end of their senior year they still graduate... so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I sat in an auditorium with 29 students.  The classroom across the hall from me that had kids retaking the test had easily 40 or more students in there.  That was one room in one building.  There are at least 4 other rooms the same size having testing today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll repeat that because it makes me ill: 29 students in their junior and senior years passed 9th grade english and math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you actually needed to gain skills to be passed up in the educational system.  Yeah, it's like that only the opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3256908484577808068?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3256908484577808068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/test-re-test-test-test-test-or-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3256908484577808068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3256908484577808068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/test-re-test-test-test-test-or-i.html' title='Test re-test test test test (or ”I secretly hope for my district’s destruction“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7683627664334951251</id><published>2009-09-11T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:50:25.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does my district LIE (or ”newspaper says our district has 20 students per classroom and I don’t find that funny“)</title><content type='html'>I came across an article that rated the schools in my city.  What I found inside said article (which pulled it's info from the Department of Education) was quite alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the official stats for my district say that we have 20 students to every teacher.  This is called classroom size and there are many, many, many studies out there that have all found the same thing - smaller is better.  The optimal classroom size is between 23 and 27, I think.  Well, I've heard tell of this mystical thing called a state law that requires that students in a lab class have no more than 28 students.  This is a safety issue because I do not want to be the one legally responsible for all of my students wielding scapels while I try to control them at 54 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current numbers are at something like 170 in 5 classes. For your viewing pleasure - I give you  my class sizes:&lt;br /&gt;Period 1 - 25 souls&lt;br /&gt;Period 2 -  33 souls&lt;br /&gt;Period 3 - 42 souls&lt;br /&gt;Period 4 - 33 souls&lt;br /&gt;Period 5 - 34 souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have "THE ROOM FROM HELL."  Alternatively, I've taken to calling it one of the following (and on bad days, all at once in one long stretch) "The room that time forgot," "science room circa 1954," or "land of mismatched stools." I have a room filled with those old-fashioned black benches that have broken faucets and gas outlets and a sea of stools that all look like they've been through world war 7.  My students regularly spend 5 minutes of the start of class fighting over the stools and who gets the really sucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a teacher, the ability to control the seating in the room is the key to maintaining order.  I'm working with a room that takes the ability away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first month of school I didn't have enough stools in the room to accommodate the amount of students that I had in there.  I had 45 on the books for the one middle class and only 41 stools.  I actually took the one stool that was behind the teacher's desk and used it because there was no other choice.  I never sit down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to "put in a form" to request more chairs the first day.  Now, a month into school I finally have enough chairs because I started stealing them.  I literally went around the building and snuck into rooms (yes - humming the mission impossible theme in my head) to ransack them for chairs.  Yes, I'm probably causing a lot of problems for other teachers but I need the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have fantasies about buying matching stools for the room so the kids stop fighting and I have enough spots for the butts sent my way. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7683627664334951251?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7683627664334951251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-does-my-district-lie-or-newspaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7683627664334951251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7683627664334951251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-does-my-district-lie-or-newspaper.html' title='Why does my district LIE (or ”newspaper says our district has 20 students per classroom and I don’t find that funny“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5473383102836718555</id><published>2009-09-10T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:55:51.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect lesson plan template (or ”what’s my major malfunction with lesson planning?“)</title><content type='html'>I went through this last year and apparently I learned nothing from my exploits.  I HATE lesson planning with a firery passion.  I hate it with the intensity of 10,000 suns.  I think it's an insult to my intelligence and at the same time I have no idea what I'm doing.  I think that I'm an idiot for not understanding it despite having met with 3 different academic advisers at my graduate school to help me to understand it.  What is the problem here, brain? This is just a recipe for a class learning period, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't possibly be this hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it is.  It most certainly is when I have to change what I do 5 times over the course of the day depending on how my students handle it.  It most certainly is when I'm still having trouble coming up with content because my students are partially illiterate, some have no books, I have no access to computers, I had no access to a blackboard or dry erase boards for the first 3 weeks of school, and the copiers are almost always broken.  I'm starting to hate my job because I can't think of anything fun for the kids to do with the lessons other than take notes - and they really hate that.  It's also a problem because many of them come to class without a writing utensil or paper and they get angry at me for "making them get paper" all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to be able to do something interesting in my class but it helps when my classroom doesn't make me want to slit my wrists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day. Here's to hoping tomorrow is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5473383102836718555?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5473383102836718555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-lesson-plan-template-or-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5473383102836718555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5473383102836718555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-lesson-plan-template-or-whats.html' title='The perfect lesson plan template (or ”what’s my major malfunction with lesson planning?“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3792164022091874356</id><published>2009-09-09T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:02:31.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m running out of energy or enthusiasm (or ”too many painkillers in one week“)</title><content type='html'>I'm probably breaking some sort of law with how many presciption painkillers I've been taking to keep myself upright during teaching.  Some days I just want to stare at my students because they keep coming saying "I have such a hard life - I don't want to learn today - I hate school - I'm tired because I was up until 3am texting/myspacing/videogames."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I was up at 2 am because I have a burning pain in my abdomen that won't stop and keeps getting worse.  I'm going to have to have my belly cut open for the second time this year and it takes me a month to get up and moving again whenever they do it.  I'm constantly up too late trying to come up with fun ideas to make my students learn and working on my stuff for graduate school.  I'm dropping weight because I'm always running around class trying to help each of my students out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear no more comments about how hard life is out of any of my students.  Perhaps I'm turing bitter, but they need to zip it around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about their lives and how hard they are but my life is no picnic right now.  My body is falling apart and I'm just trying to keep on top of things and still lead my normal life of teaching.  Of course, if I'm taking pain killers all the time then I start to hate my job and I think to myself "what am I doing here... these kids need someone who believes in them and NOT another bitter person."  I joined this cause to help my students learn and succeed.  I can't do that if I become another one of those horrible teachers that outwardly hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I want all the pain to stop. I need to be here for the kids and not turn caustic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3792164022091874356?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3792164022091874356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-running-out-of-energy-or-enthusiasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3792164022091874356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3792164022091874356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-running-out-of-energy-or-enthusiasm.html' title='I’m running out of energy or enthusiasm (or ”too many painkillers in one week“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6944680782947162879</id><published>2009-09-08T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:07:25.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in - exercise in class to get attention spans up (or ”I got frustrated and started teaching them yoga and it actually worked!“)</title><content type='html'>During yet another day of notes where my students send vibes of pure hatred my way for daring to make them write, I could tell I was starting to lose the attention of the vast majority of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that drives me nuts during most of my classes - my students talk the entire time that I'm trying to teach.  They don't just talk.  Some of them even shout across the class or get up to walk around and carry on a conversation.  It's something that I need to break them of right quick or I'm going to bring in a squirt gun and some silly string to get it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - to get my students back on task I sat on the corner of one of the sides of my room and put my legs up into the lotus position while I lectured.  It took them about 30 seconds to realize that my legs were all "bendy."  I asked them how many of them could do that with their legs and we took about 5 minutes out of my class to do some basic yoga poses.  I just wanted to get their blood up and running around before they all revolted and killed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a monkey's uncle - it worked.  When they went back to writing their notes they were all sitting writing away with fresh vigor.  Apparently a break now and then is justified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6944680782947162879?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6944680782947162879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-just-in-exercise-in-class-to-get.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6944680782947162879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6944680782947162879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-just-in-exercise-in-class-to-get.html' title='This just in - exercise in class to get attention spans up (or ”I got frustrated and started teaching them yoga and it actually worked!“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-84630127401029849</id><published>2009-09-07T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:22:48.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember last year not sucking (or ”when did I start to suck?“)</title><content type='html'>Either I keep fantasizing about how well I did last year or how well behaved my classes were or I have massively begun to suck as a teacher.  I seem to rememeber that last year I was able to talk and the students would settle down and start listening.  I also remember that when I did the “clap once if you can hear me, clap 3 times if you can hear me” trick that the students would settle down.  Now, I have to keep doing that trick upwards of 5 times and then it starts to lose it's efficacy in the classroom as the students ignore me and just go on talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start throwing some of them out in order to keep the peace.  I should just send them to the hallway for the rest of the period if I have to ask them repeatedly to be quiet.  It will be massively bad the first few days but after that point it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I become so cruel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-84630127401029849?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/84630127401029849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember-last-year-not-sucking-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/84630127401029849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/84630127401029849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-remember-last-year-not-sucking-or.html' title='I remember last year not sucking (or ”when did I start to suck?“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3304302702801366819</id><published>2009-08-31T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:18:06.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My list of things I cannot change (or ”brought to you by an insanely bad day“)</title><content type='html'>Things I cannot change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability levels of my students. Yes, some are functionally illiterate.  Yes, some do not speak English.  Yes, some are homeless and have never been pushed in school or have not been there most of the time.  Yes, most don't have 2 parents at home telling them to do their homework (this really does help). I can't fix that. I must work with what I'm given.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My administration... because they suck.  Yes, they are always looking for a quick fix and never really pay attention to what needs to be done to help the students.  Yes, they want only 20% of my class to fail... even if 25% don't show up.  Yes, I've been told to raise my grades despite the fact that my students can't pass the end of year assessments for my subject.  Yes, see before mentioned "thing I cannot change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The general inability of my school to have supplies or working equipment. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My health. It sucks right now. I'm always tired and grumpy or in pain and on drugs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My students' general dissatisfaction with the fact that learning is work and not always fun and games like they've been led to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Things I can change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attitude of my students toward school insomuch that it can be positive and kind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My professional approach to problems that will always end up with me feeling like I haven't lowered myself to the level of those around me (I will remember that I'm an adult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My students' appreciation of science and biology.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My students sense of academic self worth (that maybe they *can* do this).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My students' hope for the future and in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3304302702801366819?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3304302702801366819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-list-of-things-i-cannot-change-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3304302702801366819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3304302702801366819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-list-of-things-i-cannot-change-or.html' title='My list of things I cannot change (or ”brought to you by an insanely bad day“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5106640041871612570</id><published>2009-08-27T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:40:56.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about leaving my inner city district (or ”wracked by guilt and shame“)</title><content type='html'>I think I may be done with teaching in IPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are great (thought they need a lot of help), the lower administration usually is out to help the kids and the teachers, and there is definitely a need of good, experienced, and fair teachers in this area.  However, the upper administration makes teaching so difficult that it's almost not worth the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of ways that my life is a living hell of bureaucracy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a classroom monitor from downtown sent in to examine if I have the correct amount of posters and that they are all up to date - also... a whole meeting where an hour of my life was spent chastising the teachers for the incorrect use of take (type and style) on said posters. That's just inane. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to do ATTENDANCE twice each day for each class and emailing the list of students who I have never seen.  Um... there's no way to do this other than creating an excel spreadsheet and copying the attendance online to it each day.  There goes a half hour of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not not only supposed to monitor the hallway each and every passing period (I, apparently, don't get to pee all day) but I now have to - during class - poke my head out and make sure the bathrooms don't have students doing graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm being professional observed to see if I'm monitoring which students are in dress code and which are not.  I get in trouble if any student has the following: sagging pants, any electronic device (iPod, cell phone, portable gaming system), hooded sweat shirts, sweat shirts, non-dress code colors, and head coverings.  I get in trouble should any students be in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now, the meetings that I have with my Academic Dean each day aren't bad.  However, nothing really gets accomplished there other than him updating us on what's happening on the world of our school.  That usually translates to personal development where people are brought in to show us slideshows and then one month later we have to provide a list of professional goals.  Now, if I did that to my students nothing would get done.  You need to remind people of deadlines - especially when they have a lot going on in their lives like many teachers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we aren't spending all of our time grading, creating lessons, tutoring students, doing attendance, and all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.  We just sit on our butts during class and do nothing.  Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5106640041871612570?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5106640041871612570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-about-leaving-my-inner-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5106640041871612570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5106640041871612570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts-about-leaving-my-inner-city.html' title='Thoughts about leaving my inner city district (or ”wracked by guilt and shame“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6594927076767467892</id><published>2009-08-25T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:32:09.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The nice teacher next to me (or ”Praise the Lord - one who doesn’t make me want to stab myself in the eye“)</title><content type='html'>I had another headache today – though it wasn't a true migraine but rather just a bad headache.  The nice gentleman that teaches architecture next to me was walking in the hall and looked intoo my room.  He's adopted the habit of looking into my class to make sure that I'm OK during and that the students haven't eaten me yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me on the floor because I was exhausted.  I was leaning against the wall in a little ball because my head hurt and I had 3 more periods to teach yet.  It was exhausting.  He kindly poked his head in and checked on me.  It was nice of him to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the few teachers in the building that doesn't make me want to stab myself in the eye when they talk.  Teachers are some of the most bitter people that I've ever had the misfortune to meet in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6594927076767467892?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6594927076767467892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-teacher-next-to-me-or-praise-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6594927076767467892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6594927076767467892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-teacher-next-to-me-or-praise-lord.html' title='The nice teacher next to me (or ”Praise the Lord - one who doesn’t make me want to stab myself in the eye“)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2374635760472592316</id><published>2009-08-21T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:30:09.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In communicato (or "schools are supposed to informt he teachers' of what's up!")</title><content type='html'>Today was an extremely irritating day in my teaching life.  There’s a huge football game downtown in the venue where our Superbowl winning team plays.  Apparently, our football team from the School of Legion are playing there tonight.  Now, I’m all for fun and games to get the students excited about school spirit but it’s just odd.  Apparently, all of the students that are leaving for the game are going during last period.  Also, the teachers have supposedly been told that they need to not give the students any homework over the weekend.  However, I was not informed about this in advance so I gave the students a quiz that day.  I am so frustrated with the communication issues that I constantly see in schools.  If a business were to function thsi way then it’d go under.  I guess that’s why our public schools are in peril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also, I’d like to know who the person in charge was to decided that our students should leave school during the day to attend something not academic.  This is a total waste of our students time and for students that are so close to not meeting the academic standards of a high school diploma then that’s really an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   For those teachers like me that didn’t get the memo that we weren’t supposed to assign homework then the students are in trouble.  The buses that leave to attend the game will not permit the students on them to have backpacks or anything else larger than a handbag.  All backpacks and books must be left in lockers.  The buses will not be coming back to the school, either.  The students have to leave their things in their lockers until Monday morning.  It is not very good for students to not only loose class time but have to leave their things on campus for two days.  The buildings will be locked and the students will not be able to get their things even if they wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Actually, I’m just really annoyed that my schedule was disrupted.  There’s an OCD part of me that hates it when one of my classes is off.  If I teach something in one of my classes then I like to teach it in all of my classes or I’m out of sorts all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2374635760472592316?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2374635760472592316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-communicato-or-schools-are-supposed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2374635760472592316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2374635760472592316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-communicato-or-schools-are-supposed.html' title='In communicato (or &quot;schools are supposed to informt he teachers&apos; of what&apos;s up!&quot;)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8195612058388887133</id><published>2009-08-19T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:28:22.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when life wasn't nuts? (or "I work in Bedlam")</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day that I’ve had to have my mother and step-father come to drive me home.  As a person who suffers from migraines, occasionally in class I get sick and am unable to perform my function as a classroom teacher.  This would constitute a medical emergency on my part because I physically can’t keep performing my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today’s fiasco was started by the overhead projector and cornell notes.  In case I hadn’t mentioned it before, my room is severely ill-equiped for the education of children.  There’s no dry erase board, no usable chalk board, and no overhead projector of any sort (dry erase or for a computer).  Actually, there is an overhead projector for a computer but it is currently broken and I have nothing to get it to work with.  It’s a system that looks like it’s about 20 years old which is fairly interesting since I didn’t think they had overhead projectors then.  Also, the whole apparatus is locked and I can’t figure out how to get into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I solved this problem by using my liberated projector that was I got last year from the collection of materials that was going to be auctioned by our school district.  Last year, with about 2 hours notice, I was informed that downtown was going to get rid of a bunch of materials that were not requested by teachers or were old technology.  This is absolutely absurd because so many classrooms are in need and could use materials, old or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This year, my room is one such example of a classroom in need.  The room has nothing usable and I can’t even rearrange the desks to suit my needs.  The students are all in desks that look like they’re from a lab circa 1953.  I’m so frustrated with screaming my notes to my students and having to repeat myself every 20 seconds that I brought in my projector and set it up with the rickety old screen at the side of my students’ desks.  Yes, at the side.  All of the students have to swivel their heads 90 degrees to see the screen.  Those behind the giant cement pole in the middle of my room don’t have a clear view and have to physically pull their stools out to attempt to see the notes.  Let me tell you, this really increases student achievement right there.  Some days I feel like I’m being tested by God in this room.  if I can teach here and grab their attention, then I suppose I can teach anywhere.  OK, there are probably classrooms that are worse, but I don’t care to to think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At any rate, I had to stand in front of the projector with my laptop all day to bring the slides up for notes.  The reason why we are doing so many notes in class is because two of my five classes do not have books.  That is pleasant.  For the rest of the classes, they have a middle school text for a high school Biology class.  I’m not amused.  So, I stand with my little laptop in front of an extremely bright projector all day.  This made little miss teacher have a migraine in 7 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It would not have been so bad if I had been able to leave right after school.  Unfortunately, we had our monthly small school meeting.  My school is so large that the different buildings are all small schools that have their own programing and slant on education.  While it’s true that I love my boss and think the staff at my small school is very nice and attentive, I really could have done with out a meeting on that particular day.  I managed to drive home without throwing up but it was a close call.  My significant other was not pleased at my state when I literally fell through the door of our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another average day in Bedlam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8195612058388887133?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8195612058388887133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember-when-life-wasnt-nuts-or-i-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8195612058388887133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8195612058388887133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember-when-life-wasnt-nuts-or-i-work.html' title='Remember when life wasn&apos;t nuts? (or &quot;I work in Bedlam&quot;)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2613434284776558073</id><published>2009-08-14T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:26:21.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>After an exhausting week I have learned some things about my new school.  I have learned that not just one but two fights can break out in the same classroom in one day.  I have learned that it takes time after the summer to develop the muscles that are required to stand for 9 hours a day again.  I have learned that without those muscles that I want to cut off my feet and boil them until there’s only bone left.  I have learned that I miss my old students and I wish I could see their smiling faces in my room again.  So many of them became like an extended family for me during the day.  They were my daytime children... or more like my nieces and nephews because I wasn’t able to really discipline them like a parent.  I couldn’t hug them like a parent - though I wanted to when they were sad or did really well.  I know I probably got too close to them and I hope to do better this year with maintaining my professional distance, but they were such cool and funny people with interesting lives.  During the course of this week, I have learned most of all that I am really out of practice but it comes back like riding a bike.  I was afraid over the past few weeks that I would not remember how to teach and I’d be terrible. &lt;br /&gt;    Also, just for a daily moment of humor - my mother and step-father came to my school to bring me the skeleton that I liberated from my last school.  My step-father took the time to clean him and fix him for me and my mother put a tie and baseball cap on him.  They got stopped at the gate when they were bringing me my skeleton and the poor guard on duty didn’t know what to do with the two people bringing what appeared to be a dead body seat-belted in their car into my classroom.  My mother forgot to mention to said guard that the skeleton was a replica and not real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2613434284776558073?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2613434284776558073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrrrggggghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2613434284776558073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2613434284776558073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/arrrrggggghhhh.html' title='ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2876304745668056427</id><published>2009-08-13T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:25:00.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion... (or... should I go back to research?)</title><content type='html'>I am totally exhausted.  I keep trying to think of wonderful and exciting activities for the kids to get involved with the first few days of school but I really can’t manage to think of anything.  I know that I should have thought of this long before the start of school and been lesson planning like a demon to get ahead but I got out of the practice of being diligent.  Actually, lesson planning has never bee my greatest skill as a teacher.  Yes, I am able to come up with great lessons when I feel like it - but that’s usually not more than a few days in advance of the day that I’m planning on executing them.&lt;br /&gt;   Why am I exhausted, you say?  Well, it all has something to do with the fact that I’m extremely nervous at having a bunch of new kids on my roster.  It’s insane for me to think that I have 200 new names, personalities, and background stories to learn.  I’m trying my best to be optimistic about it, but frankly I’m not going anywhere.  I don’t have much for classroom discipline right now because they don’t know me or have any investment in my teaching so they don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;   Wow, I guess this is now the “other” teachers feel.  The teachers to whom I am referring are the ones that I pass in the hall that throw busy work at the students day in and day out.  They are the teachers that give out crossword puzzles and worksheets photocopied from a book that doesn’t really apply to what they’re teaching.  I know each of them has his or her reasons, but it must be horrible to have classroom discipline when the kids don’t know or respect you.  I can’t imagine.&lt;br /&gt;   Right now I hate my job because the kids don’t respect me yet.  I groan at the thought of getting up and going in for another 10 hours.  That was not the case last year at the School of Apathy.  Granted, I was exhausted from my teaching load, trying to get everything done on time, and my graduate classes, but I liked being around the students and found it energizing.  I hope I can get some of that back and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2876304745668056427?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2876304745668056427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhaustion-or-should-i-go-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2876304745668056427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2876304745668056427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/exhaustion-or-should-i-go-back-to.html' title='Exhaustion... (or... should I go back to research?)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-370544500723278440</id><published>2009-08-12T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:23:55.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back...?</title><content type='html'>The students have all come back.  By “all,” I mean those that were registered and ready to go for classes.  I’m missing quite a few students and I’ve been advised by other teachers in my transition to teaching program that it would be best not to start teaching material until next week.  The theory behind that one is that the students will not be caught up and in their correct classes for some time.&lt;br /&gt;    However, the chaos of the first few days of classes is NOTHING compared to where I used to work, which will forever after this point be called “School of Apathy.”  I have termed it that because the majority of the teachers and administration there were filled with such an overwhelming aura of apathy that I had to limit contact with them lest it infect me, too.  The first few days of classes there resulted in such massive pandemonium that I’m frankly surprised that some students made it to class.  My first two days of teaching were as a substitute there and I just stood in the hallways and directed the hoards of students that were wandering around the halls lost, confused, or having social hour. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;    Here, there are not that many students out in the hallways and those students that come late to class generally show up within the first 3 minutes of class starting.  I don’t know if it’s the new method that I have to get them on task when they start but it’s amazing to me that the difference between two schools can be so vast.  My old school, during the first days of class, had people just wandering around everywhere and taking advantage of the large proportion of bodies in the hallway to skip class.  Nothing ever happened to them.  At my new school, which I have termed “School of Legion” because of the amount of students there, the kids get thrown out of the hall by our Academic Dean - who thus far seems to be an excellent boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-370544500723278440?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/370544500723278440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/370544500723278440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/370544500723278440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back...?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7718985145505665540</id><published>2009-08-10T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:18:53.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back and get a kick in the face...</title><content type='html'>Hello to my adoring public... (insert maniacal laughter here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's favorite slightly insane science teacher is back on the warpath... my goal this year is the same as last year - to get some kiddies learn-ed.  I'm sure that I'm probably failing in that respect but I know that the students and I are ready and able.  Or at least I am.  Or at least I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some background info for those that are interested:  Over the summer I got diagnosed with endometriosis.  What's that, you say? It certainly isn't a walk in the park.  I'm really irritated because it's going to be interferring with my teaching which is a GIANT no-no in my book.  I have to have surgery in the next year to get my body parts back to playing nice with each other.  This will be a major surgery and if done during the year then it will cut into my teaching time.  I *hate* having subs in my room.  The kids walk all over them and everything gets turned into a giant mess.  I really don't like being out for a month or so.  I'm hoping that I can swing it so that I'll have the surgery as close to the end of the year as possible so it doesn't cut into my teaching schedule.  You know what's also a giant bummer with all of this - I'm theoretically finishing my master's degree right at the same time so the surgery couldn't be during a worse part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been impacting my mood for the past month so I've been slightly distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate - here we go.  Get your padded rooms and strap jackets ready... it's time for another school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7718985145505665540?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7718985145505665540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-and-get-kick-in-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7718985145505665540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7718985145505665540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-and-get-kick-in-face.html' title='Welcome Back and get a kick in the face...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5611355581244113651</id><published>2009-07-07T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:58:50.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals - what worked and didn't.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the Week: Plan curriculum for next year, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Finals - what worked and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've started thinking back on last year in preparation for this next year. So far, I've been thinking about what did work so I can repeat it and what didn't work so I can never look back. Hear's what I think of the most recent finals past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my idea of a great way to test student knowledge with students that do not study:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posters&lt;/span&gt;! OK, many people may not like this because it sounds too infantile but it is SERIOUSLY what I had to do in Grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the students should be able to pick any of the topics that we covered this semester and research it in more depth to create a poster and present it to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to learn to create projects on time, neatly, to follow directions to the letter, public speaking (even or especially through fear), independent research, and creativity (for designing and creating their own poster). These are real-life skills that they need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after having the finals week schedule on the board, in bright red marker, for two weeks AND giving them in-class time to work on their posters students are obviously still not ready. In fact - many students are blowing this off. I need to take measures against that next time by showing examples of sucky work and what it gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, having different parts due on different days worked so much better than last semester's "due all on one day" approach. Also, going over the rubric with the students helped them know what to do tremendously. I'm now a convert of rubrics and going over them with the students. I toyed around with having the students have one "practice-presentation" to show them how to do better the next day and it was a disaster. The students kept asking me why they were doing the presentation twice and which one was "real." Great idea with horrible execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes sense to me doesn't always make sense to others. I need to get in more presenting practice but this wasn't the way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - the ones that are doing the work are mostly doing much better than last time. I credit it totally to them knowing the expectations in advance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5611355581244113651?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5611355581244113651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/expectations-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5611355581244113651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5611355581244113651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/expectations-oh-my.html' title='Finals - what worked and didn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4429744317356698442</id><published>2009-06-01T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:29:57.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The true last day of school....</title><content type='html'>Thought of the day:  The true last day of school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the official last day of school. The kids aren't here but the all of the teachers have to show up. They did this at the end of last semester as well. I already had my grades done so I took the very last day last semester to clean my room, read a book, and catch up on my comics online. All in all, it was a very slow and relatively unengaging day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I decided to try something different. I invited my favorite students from this year for a mini-party. Since I was no longer their teacher, I figured that I was allowed to have favorites. That was my logic, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had some disasterous results and I intend to never do it again. First of all, my students had the logic of "well, if you're no longer our teacher then it's ok to talk to you as if you were our age." All of the respect that I had garnered throughout the year was lost. That's a cultural difference, I suppose. I know that I still talk to my teachers with the upmost respect just because it's hard for me to think of them as really people and not prepetually *my teachers.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it was a logistical nightmare to get the kids to agree to what they wanted to each and to order food to the school. I wanted to do Chinese food to have something different for them, but that was horrible. I don't know how many places I must have went through before I gave up. I ended up ordering pizza - and it was fun to have the workers in the office call over the intercom to tell me that my pizza had arrived. That made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I decided that I like the idea of having a small party with food at the end of the year for my students that really had made an impresson on me but for the sake of safety (and having my students realize that I can't treat them as friends even if school is over) I will do it at the end of the school year but before school is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, through the ups and downs I still don't regret changing professions. I love my work, though it is difficult, time-consuming, and an ethical quandary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4429744317356698442?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4429744317356698442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4429744317356698442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4429744317356698442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-last-day-of-school.html' title='The true last day of school....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-9187721979150732095</id><published>2009-05-29T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:44:07.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything seemed right.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: SURVIVAL in the CRAZY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Everything seemed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass pandemonium. That is all that can be said about today. I had my mother come in to make the kids smile. They do love her so. I had kids stay in my class all day and watch movies. Only about 10 or so students showed up for any of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on showering the kids with cookies and brownies that I had made for them while they finished the movies that we started yesterday. I grossly overshot the amount of cookies that I would need since most of my students were not in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I have taken away from today: most of the teachers done come in. They have taken a personal day. This sends a message to the students that the day is not important. Also, I'd like to comment on how many of my students stayed after school to help me take stuff out of my room. The former teacher that I replaced also showed up. He walked into my class during the day and without a word to me started unloading things that were his. I had no problem with him removing his things, but he was disrupting me with my students which did irritate me. He finally said hello and a few other things to me, but still. He came in with 3 other people to help him unload his stuff. That was odd. I guess he told other teachers that the stuff in his room was fair game because I had another teacher just walk in while I was with my students and start pulling the maps off the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all was said and done, my mother and I had an interesting day. I will take the memory of the kids staying after school to talk to me and help me pack up my room in my heart for a long time. I didn't cry today. I made it through without crying. Actually, I was happy to see the kids move on to better things. It seemed right. Everything seemed right. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-9187721979150732095?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/9187721979150732095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-seemed-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/9187721979150732095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/9187721979150732095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-seemed-right.html' title='Everything seemed right.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-423211456254414503</id><published>2009-05-29T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:21:45.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This was not what I expected...</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Survive the last week of school! I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: This was not what I expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in all of the ins and outs that have happened this year, the last day of school was something of a surprise - just like everything else on this journey. I expected at least a touch of likeness to my average day teaching with the exception that there would be no more days for that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, most of the teachers were not there. They took the day off and had subs in. Most of the subs were not taking attendance... so think mass pandemonium. There were kids in the halls, kids just explored classes that they thought were interesting, kids leaving whenever they felt like it. The inmates were running the asylum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-423211456254414503?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/423211456254414503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-not-what-i-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/423211456254414503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/423211456254414503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-not-what-i-expected.html' title='This was not what I expected...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1227584108002945233</id><published>2009-05-28T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:54:25.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say no to apathy.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: It's the last week of school. I think that I'm completely exhausted and in danger of being mentally burned out if I don't take better care of myself. My goal this week should be to just chill and try and make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I used to look forward to finals week when I was in high school. I liked the studying and the organizing that was done at the end of the semester. It really helped me to pull everything together. I wish I could get that back again or just impart it to my students. They are so apathetic about the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Just say no to apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In most of my classes my attendance (out of 29 to 31) is between 6 and 9. I expect last period to have under 5, since that's how many of my students showed up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The students have taken their finals - though some still have trouble with the idea of a due date. I don't understand how so many of my students can be sick on a finals week. What is going on with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most of my students don't study. This is a huge problem. They just don't care nor see the point in being educated. They think it's an annoyance that the teachers, administration, and government just think up to complicate their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The longer I teach here, the greater the degree of burnout. It has to do with the more order that I impart in my classroom. The order is necessary because it helps me to get through my days at a teacher and not get sick, but the kids fight against it because it makes them have to work more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really need to do a Year-End-Review. I've come a long way as a teacher and I need to think about that. I think I should do that on Monday when I'm here for records close-out day. There were things that I did in class that I swore I'd never do - like lie to students, make-up grades, allow some students out of the rules and not others, throw out a test that I created and gave students, have movies in class on more than one occasion (espeically ones that weren't at all related to my subject), and ignoring students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm worried that I may have been infected with the APATHY that is rampant around this building. It's like it's in the air and the amount of time you are exposed to the building increases your risk of becoming completely and totally apathetic. You start to not care about how your classes are doing or if you are teaching well. You start to get tired and walk around the room less. You just get so tired. I think, actually, it's not the apathy in the building that's getting to me but rather that I'm just tired. Each day when I come in I've just gotten used to the excuses, the lack of work, the constant complaining. It takes an emotional toll on you to be positive, caring, and open-minded despite so many lies, so much lack of effort, so much unabashed disrespect for education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood for no reason. I used to feel such pleasure at just seeing my students and seeing them in the room - but it's not enough anymore. I want to see them excel. They are wasting their minds and it hurts me. Perhaps this is the way that I can keep my distance next year. It's absolutely imperative that I do not get as attached to my students as I did this year because it interferes with my ability to teach them well. I need to keep my eye on the ball and remember that they are my students. My job is to educate them - with respect and fairness, but first and foremost to educate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1227584108002945233?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1227584108002945233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-say-no-to-apathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1227584108002945233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1227584108002945233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-say-no-to-apathy.html' title='Just say no to apathy.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5583881037249626578</id><published>2009-05-27T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:00:27.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are no longer fun but the kids are learning.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Survival. I really need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Finals are no longer fun but the kids are learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals last semester were horrible. I had so many students come to be inside and outside of class to finish their finals. They changed the number and content of their group members up until the day of the presentation. It was funny, but a horrible mess and the actual presentations didn't contain any information that was credible. Other than being amused, it was worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really annoyed by the students that MISSED my final and then are mad at me that I'm having them retake it (which I shouldn't at all) after school. Because I didn't set up a procedure for my students prior to the final for how this would be handled, then I won't dock them for it. After all, I didn't say which people who missed the final would be able to take it and which would not. However, for next year I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before the final - students will be warned that missing the day of the final is not an option. If they miss the day of the final, then they need to have a parent/guardian sign one of my permission slips allowing them to take the final late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for projects - if the due date has been posted for any day that the students have been in class then they knew when it was and they have to take it. For projects, the due date that was posted is the due date. If the students miss it then they miss it, unless they get one of my permission slips and have their parent/guardian to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an effective teacher is difficult. It certainly does take all of the fun out of the process, but in the end having the students learn is worth more than a couple of laughs. That, and when I'm dead and gone I want the students to respect me for being an educator and not for making them laugh. One is definitely more important than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids this year treat me like I'm one of them - unless I start acting like a "teacher." When I do that, I walk into school and pretend that I'm a Nun at a Catholic School. It helps me get into character. I need to be caring but tough on them. I need to be proper and obey all of the rules. I need to do all of these things and constantly be on top of everything. It's a tough job and I'm still getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get the hang of it before I hang myself in frustration. Some days I'm more optimistic than others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5583881037249626578?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5583881037249626578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-are-no-longer-fun-but-kids-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5583881037249626578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5583881037249626578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-are-no-longer-fun-but-kids-are.html' title='Finals are no longer fun but the kids are learning.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1329899678673857813</id><published>2009-05-26T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:54:41.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals - Day Two</title><content type='html'>Goal of the Week: Survival!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day: Would the students with their work done please stand up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's re-cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday of last week I gave my students time in class to work on their projects and ask me questions. Then we had a long weekend during which the students could finish their work. They were warned to have the presentations ready to go on Tuesday at the start of class because we were doing practice presentations. Ok... that sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, of the students I have that showed up there are FAR too many with no work done. I told them to do their practice presentation from memory so they could get credit on it. That cheered some of them up into doing the practice presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about how tomorrow will go. Some of my students are already done. Many look like they have not even started yet and will throw something together tonight. All have the potential in the to do better. I have such bright students. I just wish they had the confidence and drive to do what it takes to excel. Hopefully, I can push them that way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1329899678673857813?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1329899678673857813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/07/finals-day-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1329899678673857813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1329899678673857813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/07/finals-day-two.html' title='Finals - Day Two'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8499536112953070065</id><published>2009-05-25T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:32:36.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day - No School!</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day - No School!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8499536112953070065?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8499536112953070065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-no-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8499536112953070065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8499536112953070065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-no-school.html' title='Memorial Day - No School!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1515407816435493378</id><published>2009-05-22T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:07:57.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals - Day One</title><content type='html'>Goal of the Week: In a word - survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to say that I'm making a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; by eliminating illiteracy and fostering critical thinking skills in the youth of today - but it's just not true. I'm so exhausted I hurt down to my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about this is that I feel more pathetic about my performance than I feel exhausted and sick. I want to do so many things in class but my brain's creativity and my body's abilities do not match. I just want to sleep the minute the kids leave until they come back in again. I don't even want to waste the time to drive home - just let me curl up on something flat and pass out cruel world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not overly dramatic. I'm done. I've worked in FDA labs under deadlines and super-high pressure, researched an entire masters degree in a month, been through Grad school, read the entire literary works of 5 authors (published and unpublished) in 2 months, and have consistently bitten off more than I could chew and chewed it my enitre life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met my match and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. M'aidez. White flag. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all teachers, professors, TA's, and other educators out there:  I salute you. You are the few, the proud, the chronically overworked and underpaid, the thankless, and the knights of educational virtue. We fight a constant battle against a tireless foe - ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True ignorance is " lacking in knowledge or training; unlearned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; uninformed; unaware." It is not stupidity, as most people seem to assume. Rather, it is the state of never having been exposed to knowlege that would make you aware of your environment or navigate better in the world around you. It is the mortal enemy of those brave (or insane) knights of education and champions of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think I can't take another minute of excuses, tardy students, ill-prepared students, cheating, chronic failing, obvious disrespect for education, and general antipathy for discipline and achievement then I remember this: it's not about me. It's about the next generation and more to come. Humanity has made the gains that it has only through building upon the collective knowlegde of those who came before. To not be exposed to that collective knowlegde - regardless of whether it is absorbed or not - is a sin beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows which students may be listening and decide to make the next great addition to humanities' collective knowledge? Who knows which students in my class may walk away more aware of the beauty and mystery in this world? Who knows how many students might remember something important in a time of need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers make a difference only by striving constantly, through pain, sleelessness, exhaustion, and resistance to fight ignorance. What type of warrior would I be if I only fought when it was easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two paths in this world:  one is easy and one is difficult. Only one is right. You guess which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;- S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1515407816435493378?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1515407816435493378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1515407816435493378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1515407816435493378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-day-one.html' title='Finals - Day One'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4482267989449482670</id><published>2009-05-21T13:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:52:38.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion sets in...</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: I was doing so week at getting organized until I realized that I'd been concentrating on getting my procedures back in place so hard that I let my binder with all of my lesson plans in it fall to the wayside again. I always let me lesson plans slip. I have no idea why I do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Exhaustion sets in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to admit that this job is a lot harder than I have been willing to give myself credit for. I think that because I do the same thing basically all day long that it's really not that hard. I tell myself that it can't be exhausting because I'm just walking around and talking to kids all day. How hard can that really be, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I don't really give myself credit for the fact that I teach 8 hours a day. I start before school and teach after school. I teach on my lunch break. I don't stop or take breaks. I use my prep time to run around like crazy and prep for the next day. I let the kids into my room during every single one of my breaks to try and raise their achievement and help them every chance I can. Their schedules are so nutty that it's what you need to do to help them out. Most of my students work after school so you can't always help them then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay after school to grade and organize when I finally get a few minutes to myself once all of the craziness is done. Sometimes, that doesn't start until after 4 when school is out at 2:30. I love my job but I guess I just don't really add up how exhausting it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go more than a month without a break I feel like my body is made of lead and I want to die. The weekends don't get here soon enough and I don't have enough energy for my students. That is a cardinal sin in my book. I need to be in tip top shape for my students at all times or else what am I doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week in the prep week before finals. Then finals are here. After that, we have Memorial day off and Tuesday through Friday is finals week. Then we're done. For the summer. I can already here Alice Cooper in my hear crooning "Schools out for summer!" It always made me so sad when school was out before. Now, I'm sure I'll be depressed and sad but all I can feel right now is numb. Nix that because all I feel numb but painfully hopeful that I might get rid of this headache that I've had for the past week because I can't seem to get enough sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4482267989449482670?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4482267989449482670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhaustion-sets-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4482267989449482670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4482267989449482670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/exhaustion-sets-in.html' title='Exhaustion sets in...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-276749821161397241</id><published>2009-05-20T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:40:27.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart cries for my students.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Getting organized. How's that going for me? I need to make a list of the classroom procedures that I use in my room and how effective they have been for me this year. Some procedures have been horrible and I have discontinued them. Some have been great and I've permanently adopted them. Some, I really need to work on because they are great but I need to be consistent with them no matter how difficult it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: My heart cries for my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely horrified right now because of the test day and test corrections. My students, no average, scored about 25 to 28 out of 50 on yesterday's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact... when I handed back the graded test today most of the students were unable to figure out their percentage on the test. There continued to be unable to do so even when I told them that each test question was worth two percentage points, or that you take your score and multiply by two. I demonstrated on the board but this math is beyond a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have headache. Or a heartache to be more precise. My heart hurts for them. So many of them don't understand how serious it is that they are missing the vital skills that they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't teach quickly enough to make up for the skills that they lack. There's just no way that I can give them all the skills that they need. Most of my students don't have the literacy skills to read a textbook written at the 9th grade level. They ask me what words like "critical" and "atmospheric" mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that they're unintelligent. Quite far from it. My students are bright, just ignorant in the truest definition. They just don't have an education and it makes them seem like less than what they are. I just want to cry from the sin of it. They are such wonderful people and they could be so much more with an education. They have so much potential and they're wasting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make this clearer to them. They all want the easy way out and there is no easy way out. Not for life and not for an education. This much I have learned in my first year teaching in this rare and forgotten place on Earth. These students have been taught to take the easy way out by everyone around them so much that it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one at all in their lives or around them has shown them what hard work means. Or what determination is. Or how to devote yourself to becoming better and evolving to perfection. Or to DISCIPLINE. Someone needs to show them. Someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-276749821161397241?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/276749821161397241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heart-cries-for-my-students.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/276749821161397241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/276749821161397241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-heart-cries-for-my-students.html' title='My heart cries for my students.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1767219117602628002</id><published>2009-05-19T04:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:14:49.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a student cry.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Organize. I'm working on it. Yesterday was bad but today will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: I made a student cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while my students were reviewing for the test, I got to talking with a student who I refer to in my mind as "the gentleman gangbanger." He's super intelligent and one of those kids that gets into a *bunch* of trouble but is just a wonderful person. I love his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started talking to me about his life. I don't know why the kids do this and it always astounds me that they open up to me about such personal things. I'm so afraid that I will do something to ruin or abuse this wonderful gift of trust that they are giving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor kid. His life has been filled with pain and death. He was holding strong and was not letting anyone, including me, see how much pain was beneath the surface. He was using that trick that men (yes, older men) use when they are in great pain and they turn their faces 3/4ths away so you can't see how much they are holding onto their faces so they don't lose control. The secret is in how much they are holding onto their faces. Poor baby. It broke my heart and I wanted to cry. Almost everyone in his life has died. Most of his family except his father and brother are dead. Car accident took most of them. His mother was first some time ago. His year it was his girlfriend and his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned away and just said "it makes me wonder sometimes why so many bad things happen. I just have to think if I'm a bad person because these things keep happening to me." Then he stopped talking and looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to say something. I just paused and thought because it needed to be right. It needed to be right. He needed the right thing to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him: "For what it's worth, D----, I know it's not much, but every day when you walk in here I smile. I smile because I love having you in my class. You are a wonderful person and you make me laugh because I think you're great, even when you're exhausted and you just come in and pass out (because that is kinda funny)."&lt;br /&gt;"I know sometimes it's hard. But trust me - sometimes in life the most horrible things happen to the nicest people and you are one of the nicest people. I think you're great. You always make me smile and laugh and I look forward to having you in my class whenever you're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got distracted by another student coming up and asking a question and a disruption on the other side of the room. It was 2 minutes before I could look around for D--- again. He wasn't in his seat and I got panicked. I looked around and was worried that I'd said the wrong thing and upset him to where he'd left the room. You have to be careful with students that are in crisis because you don't know what will upset them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked over, he was over in the back of the room by the trashcan with his back to the room. He was rubbing his eyes very covertly. He stayed back there for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything to him the rest of class and let him have his space. I think he needed it. He is a very strong kid and he needs to maintain that image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that one. I like that one immensely. Please, please, please, whoever is up there  and listening, please, please, please... protect that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1767219117602628002?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1767219117602628002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-made-student-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1767219117602628002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1767219117602628002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-made-student-cry.html' title='I made a student cry.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-7555163526392162033</id><published>2009-05-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:06:02.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My students don't study...</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Getting organized. Whoohoo. I'm working on this bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: My students don't study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students just walked in for a test that they were warned about yesterday and the day before (and that we went over together) and said "it's ok - I guess I won't take it now... I'll take it later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunned. Actually, I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People treat you the way that you want to be treated. I've taught my students that I can be treated this way. I've taught them that education is worthless and that it's something that you can put off and disrespect. I've taught them that by offering them these opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is something that I will change next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in changing things halfway though the year or semester unless it's an emergency. This is not an emergency because it's an established procedure. It's not really hurting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one good thing has come out of this. One of my students just told me "Ms. D., I think this is the hardest test you've ever given us. Usually I don't need to study and I can just take the test and know everything." I'm challenging them more but not to the point where it's difficult. It's a good balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-7555163526392162033?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/7555163526392162033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-students-dont-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7555163526392162033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/7555163526392162033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-students-dont-study.html' title='My students don&apos;t study...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-589298438788394036</id><published>2009-05-15T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:14:31.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Getting organized again! How's that going... I think it's going fairly well... actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Apparently, my "just talking" method doesn't work any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do this at the beginning of the year. Actually, I used to do this all the time when I started teaching. It doesn't really work for my classes anymore. It sooooooo doesn't work. It so doesn't work so much. SOOOOOOOOOOOO doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In teacher-y speak, we call this the "Socratic" method of teaching. It's where you just have a discussion in class. I used to love this method, but if you don't do it in class for awhile then the kids really get out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this method and it's a shame that I've gotten out of practice. I loved it in high school when I had a teacher that used to do it on Friday's. In my Geography class and Psychology class in high school (who were both taught by the same teacher - good old Mr. McMillian) on Friday's it was current event day. We had to come in with a newspaper article to discuss in class. Everyone had to take a turn talking about it for credit. It usually sparked some form of debate and we could bring in anything to talk about. The teacher was an interesting person because his ENTIRE room was wallpapered in the covers form time magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-589298438788394036?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/589298438788394036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/goal-of-week-getting-organized-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/589298438788394036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/589298438788394036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/goal-of-week-getting-organized-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-4712315436045375206</id><published>2009-05-13T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:16:51.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I do the wrong thing getting too close?</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Getting back on a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Now that graduate courses are over for me until mid-June, I can afford some time until school is out to get myself back into my procedures as a teacher. That way, I have good teacher habits that I can remember to start myself off right next year. Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Did I do the wrong thing getting too close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's sort of my thing in teaching. I get close to them over time and that's how I maintain control in my room. I don't order, I ask. I don't yell, I say "please." I do everything with respect and they respect me. However, I often wonder if I've gotten too close. Have I lost my professionalism? Do the students see me negatively when I hug them when I see them crying in the halls after school? Is that bad? When I ask about their families is that bad? Am I setting myself up for failure by getting to close to them? I wonder about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to learn in time. I don't want to be a push-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my students to know too much about my lifel. It makes things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my closeness to them to interfere with my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckage. I want to be a good educator but I want to make sure they're all ok as well. It's not a good thing. However, you can't be both a therapist and a teacher. The two just don't mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-4712315436045375206?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/4712315436045375206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-i-do-wrong-thing-getting-too-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4712315436045375206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/4712315436045375206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-i-do-wrong-thing-getting-too-close.html' title='Did I do the wrong thing getting too close?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-2235996041926378075</id><published>2009-05-12T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:37:26.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm being sexually harassed by a girl.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Back to basics - getting myself back on a schedule. How's that going for me? I think it's going well. I seem to be going back to my old habits of planning my lessons and adding some new ones of a lesson planning binder (hardcopy with examples like how I did for my D.O.T., because I really liked how it was sitting all there nice and ready to show the students if they needed an example later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: I think I'm being sexually harassed by a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to control what I say to children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point. One of my *female* students today told me I looked like a pornstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, apparently, a complement. I found this out when I responded aghast and in anger that a 15 year old girl called me a woman that took money for sex in front of 16 year old boys. She was shocked and didn't understand why I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Ms. D, it's a complement! Why you be so upset??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her that were I was raised, that wasn't a complement. In fact, it was an insult to be called a porn star, but she didn't get it. She was just so shocked that anyone wouldn't be happy to be called a porn star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday. Today, she called me a "hott teacher, with my back a leaned back and my chest thrust out." I was leaning back in a chair before class started. In a suit. Ok. I'm a little nervous now. I've never been sexually harassed by a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry that I told her that is she said anything sexual again that I'd send her to the dean for inappropiate comments. She was quiet for 5 minutes and withdrawn. Now I'm worried that I've done something wrong. I just can't shake that she was making me uncomfortable. Now I'm worried about her and I'm worried that I said the wrong thing. Talk about lose - lose. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-2235996041926378075?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/2235996041926378075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-being-sexually-harassed-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2235996041926378075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/2235996041926378075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-being-sexually-harassed-by.html' title='I think I&apos;m being sexually harassed by a girl.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-53920897271886570</id><published>2009-05-11T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:29:05.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on nightschool...</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Back to basics - getting back on a schedule. Oh, how I'm so happy to have the free time just to be a teacher and not a teacher/student/sleepdeprivedfreak. I can just get some lessons done and catch up on doing normal things like eating and sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Thoughts on nightschool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the D.O.T., for all of it's hellish annoyance, really helped me to be a better teacher. It was this long paper where I had to justify everything that I did during a week of my teaching in one of my classes. I also had to pick out two of my students and follow them through the lessons and show how what I was doing was helping them. There were guided essays where I talked about specifically what I was doing that was helping the whole class and the two students that improved their education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just going through and thinking about it with these guided questions really helped me to think about the process of education and what it means. I can now plan a unit and specific lessons much better (I feel) and I could before. I think I was fumbling a bit with the concept before and it's a lot more streamlined now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My graduate program is doing it's job, although it's a bit scary in the transitions. I guess that happens when you work and go to nightschool. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-53920897271886570?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/53920897271886570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-nightschool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/53920897271886570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/53920897271886570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts-on-nightschool.html' title='Thoughts on nightschool...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-63791216840770871</id><published>2009-05-08T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:24:00.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization - because I love it so!</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Now that the D.O.T. is turned in, I'm goal-less. I like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Organization - because I love it so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classroom is slowly getting more organized. I've got a system in place now for a lot of things. These include, but are not limited to the following: going to the bathroom/passes out of the room in general, turning in all work, passing back work, getting the students attention, groupwork, recording grades, and recording negative behavior. One of the best ones that I've come up with was recording the student attendance, Do Nows, and daily work on one sheet of paper for each period. It just allows me more free space with my hands. I also have the board the same way every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing that I've come up with this year by far is the Homework Calendar. It lets the students know what we've done in class every day in class for the whole semester. I go up and write down what we've done in class each day one one of those 4 dollar desktop calendars that I keep on my bulletin board. I keep all of the past months up on thumbtacks above the current month so the students can reference it at any time. It keeps both them and me organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need a system for keeping track of the missing work and current grades up to that second. The students want to know what they are missing for the entire semester every single second and they want to know in the middle of class while I am trying to teach. That is so not cool. There needs to be an organized way to deal with that. I just need to think of that. I've tried keeping a spreadsheet for the whole class and that was too disorganized. I've tried keeping spreadsheets for each student but that is so much work to update each night for 150 people. There has to be an easy way to do this. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-63791216840770871?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/63791216840770871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/organization-because-i-love-it-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/63791216840770871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/63791216840770871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/organization-because-i-love-it-so.html' title='Organization - because I love it so!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-599588991344090418</id><published>2009-05-07T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:53:22.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where oh where have my students gone?</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: The D.O.T. project is turned in as of today. Thank goodness. Now I can get back to finishing my year in peace and getting back to being a teacher again. I really just want to catch up on my lesson plans. The D.O.T. helped me to understand unit planning and lesson planning much better, so I wanted to sit down and work on some unit plans for the last 3 weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic of the day: Oh where oh where have my students gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my attendance? The number of kids in my classes had dropped from really huge  at the beginning of the year down to almost nonexistent. Where are my students. I have 12 students in most of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, there are statistics online that say that the attendance at my school is at 95%. That can't be right. My rosters say that there should be 20 something kids in my classes. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-599588991344090418?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/599588991344090418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-where-oh-where-have-my-students-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/599588991344090418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/599588991344090418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-where-oh-where-have-my-students-gone.html' title='Oh where oh where have my students gone?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3583187762592349361</id><published>2009-05-06T02:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:54:32.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Sick day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3583187762592349361?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3583187762592349361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3583187762592349361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3583187762592349361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-3479256191938385693</id><published>2009-05-05T02:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:00:23.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get all my students on board?</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Get the D.O.T. turned in. This is my main and only goal at this point. This monster of a paper is helping me because I'm finally learning how to do everything for unit and lesson planning. I had been tracking down other teachers and books on how to do this all last semester and this semester and this silly project finally helped me learn how to do it. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: How did I get all my students on board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this thought the other day that I've done something right and I don't know how I've done it. Suddenly, and I don't know how, all of my students will do whatever I ask them to do in class. I don't know how I've accomplished this. I thought back to the start of the year and I had to bend over backwards to get them to do anything. Now, I can get them to do stuff just by asking and saying please and they will. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure this out so I can repeat it next year. I just can't figure out what I did to make it right. I have to replicate this. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-3479256191938385693?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/3479256191938385693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/goal-of-week-get-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3479256191938385693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/3479256191938385693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/goal-of-week-get-d.html' title='How did I get all my students on board?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-209654234000888841</id><published>2009-05-04T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:01:07.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Sick day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-209654234000888841?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/209654234000888841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-day_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/209654234000888841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/209654234000888841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-day_04.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5365828174306632074</id><published>2009-05-01T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:02:52.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades and how I hate them... again</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Lesson plans... I think I'm finally beginning to understand the way to plan units and all of that. The D.O.T. project is helping me out with that, strangely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Grades and how I hate them... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate entering grades. I really, really do. I know that I need to do it but every time I do the kids get all focused on the grades and go nuts. I've even had a few parents focus on the grades and go nuts. I've had administrators focus on the grades and go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grades *are* a way for us to tell if the students are absorbing the material... but it's all so arbitrary. How do we determine what is worthy of a grade and what isn't? Every teacher does it a different way? With no set system, then how do we really know if the kids are learning and if they aren't? I want to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total lack of set way of doing things bothers me. I want to really know without a doubt each grade that I assign is showing what each student knows in my class and I can't really say that for certain. So I don't feel comfortable. Until I find a system that works for me and makes me feel comfortable... I just will continue to hate giving grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't say for certain that each grade I give is truly fair. How can I say that it is an exact reflection of what that student knows in my class?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5365828174306632074?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5365828174306632074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/grades-and-how-i-hate-them-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5365828174306632074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5365828174306632074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/05/grades-and-how-i-hate-them-again.html' title='Grades and how I hate them... again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-5140992299507465897</id><published>2009-04-30T03:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:03:54.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day I</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: That darn D.O.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: I really need the break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we're watching a movie. I've decided that the ISTEP and schedule changes and the goofiness and everything is all crazy. I'm done. Out. Done. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-5140992299507465897?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/5140992299507465897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5140992299507465897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/5140992299507465897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-day.html' title='Movie Day I'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8406336368501016391</id><published>2009-04-29T09:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:55:13.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SAFETY NET FOR SICK DAYS NEXT YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Lesson plans, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Sick day... good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself no more. What I should have promised myself was that I'd have a backup plan to teach when I got sick so I could give the kids something to do that was fun and I could sit down and not have to interact with anyone. That would be a GREAT idea for next year... (must write this town).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas for the practical classroom:&lt;br /&gt;* watch a short movie (20 min) and  jigsaw a creative project about it to present to class&lt;br /&gt;* crossword puzzles about different things (they love these)&lt;br /&gt;* learning games?&lt;br /&gt;* educational themed tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;* finish a short activity and then sudoku/game time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8406336368501016391?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8406336368501016391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/safety-net-for-sick-days-next-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8406336368501016391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8406336368501016391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/safety-net-for-sick-days-next-year.html' title='SAFETY NET FOR SICK DAYS NEXT YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-1580759147133863730</id><published>2009-04-28T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:50:39.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous breakdown time</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Let's go back to the attainable - lesson plans. The lofty wasn't working for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Nervous breakdown time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week (even though it's only Tuesday) is nuts! I've been cramming work on the HUGE D.O.T. project in between classes at school, cramming grading to catch up for my students to put in grades at night when I can't sleep, I've started sleeping in short naps because I have too much to do, the seniors need their finals early, a whole bunch of kids need finals at different times because they won't be here for finals at finals times, no one will tell me when finals actually are or if they are last day, I have new students at the end of the year that will never catch up in time, and the last test my students took I had to throw out because the entire group of 120 failed it except two students - one ESL (but who actually studied) and one who hasn't shown up in a month (but who who actually studied).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ISTEP schedule got randomly changed today by almost an hour! My first period got altered so that the students were with me an extra 45 plus minus. To make up for that fact, they cut out a period from the day. My whole schedule this week is screwed, as I'll be seeing some classes only twice and others the normal 5 times. I don't know what to teach to make up for it and it's giving me an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to class tonight and get my D.O.T, project done for today. I need to make a list of what to do on it before I turn it in and just tackle it one day at a time. Whether I like it or not, the kids may get a movie for the rest of the week during ISTEP. I just can't handle the constant changes in schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-1580759147133863730?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/1580759147133863730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/nervous-breakdown-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1580759147133863730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/1580759147133863730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/nervous-breakdown-time.html' title='Nervous breakdown time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-6452514699402199250</id><published>2009-04-27T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:57:48.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, ISTEP, how I loathe thee.</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: I'm thinking that I should go back to lesson plans. I was trying to be all lofty and get work done on my projects for graduate school and raise the bar by thinking about my place in the universe of education... and everything went south with my lesson planning abilities for the past two weeks. Yeah. I'm going back to small, attainable goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: Oh, ISTEP, how I loathe thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, having the whole school on a weird schedule because of a test the middle school peeps are taking really doesn't make much sense. I have my first period class for over two hours. You do not keep angry, tired, unfed teenagers in a room for two hours and expect them not to turn the place completely upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's add insult to injury: my DVD player is busted. This is a really bad thing. Usually, I teach the kids for the normal 55 minute lesson and then I pop in a movie. Now, that isn't an option. I'm thinking board games might be in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let them sleep. My students suggested that to me this morning. I will not allow it. It's illegal. They pleaded with me but I will not allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going ot be a painful well. One of the other teachers that uses my room during my prep period (displaced SPED teacher without a room) put in the work order for the DVD player to be fixed over 2 weeks ago. Of COURSE they are going to come and take it during testing week. For the record... it was the tape player of the DVD/tape player combo that was busted. The DVD player still worked. I'm not in my happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got the schedule poster made and on the wall next to my door. That will help the students figure out where to go and when. I hated re-drawing it on the board 15 million times back in march. Just because I was on a poster roll today with the construction paper, I also made a "FYI - What YOU Need to Graduate" poster. I hope the kids find that one informative, since they're always asking me. Eventually, my room will be covered in posters. I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, I learn a few more tricks every week on making  my life easier. Maybe, by the end of the year, I'll have figured out enough to to sleep. Hahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-6452514699402199250?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/6452514699402199250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-istep-how-i-loathe-thee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6452514699402199250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/6452514699402199250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-istep-how-i-loathe-thee.html' title='Oh, ISTEP, how I loathe thee.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8843317528845993873</id><published>2009-04-24T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:28:51.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I fix it?</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: Job job job job job job job... since I'm not RIFed... I'd like to have some source of cash the next year. Oh, sweet, luscious income... where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: How do I fix it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study habits my students have is horrible. Seriously. Horrible. If I don't review with them before a quiz then they tank it. I'm talking grades of 1 out of 5 or 2 out of 5. I always give a 5 questions quiz each Friday. I review the questions that are going to be on the quiz right before they take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to review the what topics might be on the quiz throughout the week but they couldn't handle it. They still tanked the quizzes. I'm seriously worried about my students abilities to do well on tests. I also know that there's rampant cheating. I need to get around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the constant challenge to out-think 150 very street-smart teenagers. It's a constant challenge that keeps me on my toes much more than being a scientist ever did. Frankly, that was boring. It was the same research all the time *and* I didn't have creative control. Now, I do and I get to use my mind in ways I never thought possible. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job in so many ways. I just wish I were better at getting them to be successful now. Time is wasting for my peeps. I'm failing the group I have now. I need to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not helping them. They're not being successful. It's my job to teach them to be. I'm failing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN-acceptable. Not no way NOT no how...&lt;br /&gt;...but how do I fix it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8843317528845993873?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8843317528845993873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-fix-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8843317528845993873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8843317528845993873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-i-fix-it.html' title='How do I fix it?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132013924919309348.post-8248384269556262109</id><published>2009-04-23T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:45:44.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My not nice week so far</title><content type='html'>Goal of the week: I've just been informed that the RIF that just went through my district did not apply to the science teachers. I may just have lucked out and may have gainful employment next year after all. Of course, until I know for certain... I still have a mild ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day: My not nice week so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my week yesterday during my commute home. During my commute, which is 25 minutes going into the city at night and out of the city in the morning, I get to start at the lines of traffic that are stuck in the other lane. I usually feel sorry for them. Then I remember back to my previous life as a scientist and how much I hated my drive into work and the traffic. I've always associated traffic with pure, unadulterated evil. In this case, it started my mind thinking about my week teaching and how it's gotten incredibly off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I walked in without anything done. I got called away to an emergency funeral this weekend. I had intended to spend Friday evening through Sunday working on lesson planning and projects for my masters program. I had set aside the time to do so because I really needed to get it done, but you know life always has  better ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I had to leave early on Friday afternoon after school. I didn't have time to grade the kid's work or change the board to Monday's date and Monday's Do Now. I was so out of sorts when I arrived Monday morning. It set my entire week of on the wrong foot. It was like waking up to screaming and fire... no fun.  Worse than that, I didn't have time to plan my lessons any more than "I really wanted to do this this week..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was 4/20, otherwise known as the international day of smoking marijuana. I thought to myself, as I changed the date on the board the night before, "hey... I think a few of my students will come in giggly and late that day." Instead, MASSIVE numbers of my students were missing. I'm talking INSANE numbers of truant students. I was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next day the school decided to *randomly* search the entire student body before school. So, everyone was marched into the cafeteria and the students were lined up and searched. Yeah. All of them. All 800. My first through 4th periods were all screwed up and missing all but 3 students. Talk about a messed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons that I had planed for Tuesday had to be pushed back to Wednesday for the later classes to catch everyone up. People were confused and angry. Really angry. Students that had anything on them that was officially not supposed to be in the school (sodas, cell phones, gum, candy, cigarettes, lighters, whatever) were taken and thrown out. This was despite the fact that the students have been allowed to have these things *all year.* I see teachers not calling students out all the time on contraband and breaking the dress code. I've only started enforcing the dress code since after spring break. It's been one of the things I've been working on. At any rate, the kids are angry. I can't blame them because it isn't consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finally started moving on the get them back to where they were supposed to be for this week but the first 3 days have thrown me completely off. To add insult to injury, I lost all of my juniors today for 3 periods and tomorrow is senior skip day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is a field trip and life will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I usually get an email the morning of telling me that 1/3 of my classes will be gone of a field trip for that day? Isn't that nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132013924919309348-8248384269556262109?l=insaniteach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/feeds/8248384269556262109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-not-nice-week-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8248384269556262109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132013924919309348/posts/default/8248384269556262109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insaniteach.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-not-nice-week-so-far.html' title='My not nice week so far'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481865819792443174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gcyWG2_jAQ/S0xCZl855LI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Do-PyjhgB2Y/S220/iteach.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
