An interesting peak behind the curtain of American Foreign policy. Here’s hoping that a civilian head bolsters our effectiveness, rejuvenates our pragmatism, and portends progress on the litany of pots in which we have our fingers.
"Inside the White House, Mr. Donilon, who is 55, has spoken often of the need to conduct a “rebalancing” of American foreign policy, devoting renewed attention to great power relationships and America’s long-term position in Asia."
Photo Phriday VIII: Extracurricular
Three students ate lunch in the classroom and our Muslim student began the discussion with “so what does it mean to be Jewish?”
One of the many joys of working with middle schoolers is tiptoeing around the intersection of pre-teenage rebellion and hormonal overdose at which they exist. This cocktail never ceases to amplify the smallest issues — enlarging and expanding the importance of any minor happening well-beyond its intended or expected outcome.
Add to this concoction a few over-protective and ever-enabling parents, and you end up having to write e-mails that break down, moment-by-moment, exactly what happened in the classroom.
Assistant Principal ___________,
I didn’t get to talk to you about XXXXX’s referral so I just wanted to touch base about what happened.
XXXXX — and a handful of other students — did not finish their homework so they came up during lunch to complete it. XXXXX, YYYYYY and ZZZZZZ walked in together, and asked if they could take their work outside, to which I responded, “No ladies, I’d rather you complete it here. If you’re able to finish it I will write you a pass and you can enjoy the remainder of recess.”
XXXXX seemed put off by this response and began mutter how my decision and my class were “stupid” and that she “wasn’t going to do this retarded assignment.” I asked her to take a seat and begin working on the assignment she did not complete, a request to which she responded “no, you can’t make me.”
At this point I issued her a verbal warning about her disrespectful attitude, and I again let her know that she needed to begin work. She then turned directly toward me and said “you should know better than to piss me off.” By that point I had given her a number of chance to redirect her energy, so I immediately let her know that I would be writing a referral and that she would be receiving a detention. As she was still distracting the other students in the classroom, I asked her to leave the classroom.
I attempted to call the numbers listed in our database immediately after the incident, but neither was in service.
Please let me know if there is anything else I can or should do about what happened. I appreciate your continued support.
Directions: Write a five paragraph essay responding to the following prompt:
"Should students be required to wear uniforms in school?"
no uni forms in school uniforms are stupied and agli uniforms are bad because yous uniform are borring and when you yous look like stupied and other people lafin of you because you look stupied.
the uniforms pay so much mony uniforms is yous do you put to yous in the old the school uniforms are pay mor their borring and they pay so much mon y
the uniforms pay somuch mony uniforms are pay mor their borring thy pay somuch mony the school uniforms is yous do you put to yous do you in odl the school uniforms are pay mor their borring an thay pay somuch mony no uniforms in school uniforms are not for the school.
(6th grade Language Arts)
Photo Phriday VII: First In, Last Out
(7am, Outside School)
Photo Phriday VI: Entitlement
(Fridge, Teachers’ Lounge)
Write a paragraph describing a time when you felt hapy. This is a paragraph, so don’t forget to write a main idea sentence, at least 3 details, and a conclusion. Also don’t forget to use interesting transitions to link your ideas.
"When I felt happy to some one beat me. I always at the 4 oclock becauss my cuzin and me play to the bicycle. Lastly my cuzin and me gone to the swing and we have happy. Conclusion I will happy to with my cuzin to the me."
— from my roommate (5th grade)
Photo Phriday Phive: Good lesson + Great Behavior = Ten minutes of Friday free-time + A bit of heart-warming
"Hey that’s a great one! Someone who’s going to college would definitely graduate from High School! Put that down under the example strategy for our definition essay.”
"Ok! Graduate! G-R-E…. what now?"
There’s got to some strain of beautiful irony in encouraging 8th graders who can’t spell graduate to graduate from college. I thought the morbid hilarity couldn’t be trumped, until I asked her to spell “college.”
One day, I’ll look back and laugh. One day.
I plastered my room with pennants, banners, and posters from colleges all over the country. I assigned each student a secret “college codename” so that when I display their grades (and their hypothetical growth), only they will know who received the 4 (advanced proficient) and who received the 1 (unsatisfactory).
So today I centered my narrative pre-writing lesson around “what it means to be college bound.” I went from table to table, redirecting seemingly-boundless energy and hoping that my hastily-planned, partially-plagiarized lesson would hit home for a change. And while I had hoped for answers like “hard worker!” and “focused!” when I asked what a college-bound student looks like, the most common answer I received was “Nerd.”
Hmmm. Well, i guess it’s time to redefine nerdity.
And maybe that kind of redefinition should be my goal. Because after all, what’s a nerd? Someone who loves school? Someone who cares about their attendance? A student who ‘tsk-tsk’s those who are off task, disruptive or checked out?
One could only hope.
Stumbled across a site that compiles state-released information on schools all over the country. They mesh student-teacher and state standard data and rank schools based on their performance.
Of 402 Middle Schools in the state,
My school comes in at 398.
Three Hundred and Ninety Eight.
Bottom one percent.