Valedictorian

Since I began teaching in the fall of 2008, the credentials analyst for my school district has reminded me multiple times that according to the No Child Left Behind (NCLB) act of 2001 I need to have a certain number of college credits to be considered "Highly Qualified" so that I can teach in a specific subject matter.  Apparently, having earned a bachelor's degree in psychology, and currently working on my master's degree in education (with a 3.85 gpa no less) does not make me a "highly qualified" teacher for English.  No, all the essays I've written do not count toward this goal, I still need three (yes THREE) college credits to make me a "highly qualified" teacher.  I have to either take an English course at the local community college (wha?), pass an exam (which will cost me $300), or take a 36 hour course through the county office of education which costs $550 (including catered breakfast, lunch, and random snacks throughout the day).  Of course the only one my district will reimburse me for is the most expensive class... the one sponsored by the county office of education. 

Obviously, I chose the catered five day course that my district is willing to pay for. 

By our first break on day one, I had decided to leave at lunch... and not return.  Surely a test must be better than this torture.  But, one of my classmates reminded me of the money I had spent (which wouldn't be reimbursed if I didn't complete the course), and the money it would cost me to take the exam.  Let's not even mention how much more it would cost if I didn't pass the exam.  Yes, somehow she managed to convince me to stick it out.

So, I sat near an outlet, pulled out my laptop, and managed to entertain myself.  On occasion I would look something up on Google and contribute to the class... mostly so it looked like I was using my computer for something more than Facebook, Twitter, and chatting with Glen. 

Today was the final day.  The teacher had some small rewards for some of the students for their hard work, and brought a general assortment of candy for the group.  She thanked a few people for their contributions, and said a few nice words, but when she finished with that she pulled out a solid chocolate flower on a stick and said she had a special reward for her "valedictorian."  Keep in mind there are no grades for this class... it is really just a matter of showing up.  Yet, as she is holding this thing and walking toward the back of the room, I honestly kept expecting her to hand it to ... well, any number of people.  I did not expect her to make the long trip to the very back of the room to the one person who has spent the last week goofing around on the internet. 

Honestly, I had to wait an "appropriate" amount of  time (about three minutes) before walking out into the hallway to have a good laugh.  I mean really, my bringing a computer to class, and using it to access the vast amount of information we all have at our fingertips somehow gives me an edge over anyone else in the class?  How is it possible that in this day and age, we don't all bring computers to a class, and use the universe of information available to us to come up with the answer to any question posed?  I realize we can't afford to provide computers to all our students, but why be impressed when someone brings their own, and effectively uses available resources to find the answers to the questions posed in class?  Isn't this something we should be teaching our students to do? And, once our students are all able to successfully find the answers to their questions on the internet, doesn't this significantly impact the way we teach? 

After 36 hours of learning about things I have been teaching for the last nine months, I found that what I really should be learning about is teaching in the age of the internet.  Even our low-income students seem to be more technologically advanced than many teachers, and certainly more advanced than our schools can afford to keep up with.  Schools are insanely behind when it comes to the technology portion of education, and this is doing a great disservice to our kids.

I don't believe I was the "smartest" student in the class, and I was certainly one of the least experienced people there, but I was one of the few that was able to use a great resource to my benefit.  Why is it that a room full of people with cell phones (many of them obviously "smart phones") spent an hour discussing the difference between a cliche and an idiom?  My answer:  because they weren't using their resources wisely.

One of the best pieces of advice I've been given as a teacher was, "don't reinvent the wheel, this has all been done before, you just have to figure out what works best for you."  All the instructions for how to build "the wheel" are out there... we just have to find them... then decide how to best provide that information to those who need to know.

*blink* shiny! *blink* ooooh! *blink* what?

I can't count how many days of spring break I spent looking at a blinking cursor.  I want to post, I even attempt to post, but for some reason this bout of writer's block has lasted longer than most.

I miss blogging regularly.  I miss sitting down in front of my computer and not having any idea what I was going to write about, yet typing until it started to flow.  Once the words started coming, I had no control over my fingers... they would fly over the keys typing letters, my eyes reading the sentences as they popped up, my brain making sense of the whole thing as it came together...

It has been so long since that has been the "norm," I don't even remember how I did it.  A glass of wine, background noise provided by the TV, my work day and mommy day behind me... I would sit down and the words would somehow appear.  Where are they now?

O Hai

Imagine my surprise this morning when I logged into my blog to add a link and noticed that my latest post was dated 2009.  I was shocked.  2009!  That is SO last year!

How has this happened?  How could so much time have passed?  I'm an English teacher who forces my students to write in a journal every day, and yet I can't seem to post once in two and a half months.  That can't be right.

It really is amazing how quickly time can pass when one is working full time, taking accelerated courses (a semester every month if you can believe it), dealing with two internships, and mommying.  I try to take one evening a week for "me time."  This usually includes a glass of wine and catching up on whatever is on the tivo (Survivor!) or playing video games... and of course some laughing and snuggling with the ever-patient, oh-so-wonderful CSB.  I don't even know how to explain everything he's done, and how amazing he's been without sounding like a completely schmoopy goob, so I won't.

One would think that in this "me time" I might sit down and write a post or two.  Unfortunately, by the time I get an evening "off" I usually am unable to think in full & coherent sentences.  Anyone who has seen me in a social setting recently can probably attest to this sad yet true fact.  I suppose this is also the point where I  apologize for being so bad at keeping up with communications with most of my friends.  I promise, as soon as I have my teaching credential and master's degree, we'll have a drink & catch up.  At this point, we're looking at about a year (depending on how many classes I drop).

Another thing which has occurred to me lately is that I actually like my job.  For the first time ever, I am concerned that the things I say and the things I do might cause me to lose my job, and I actually care.  I suppose this whole teacher thing has kinda gotten to me.  I seem to actually be enjoying it and have heard that some people might think I'm good at it... I'm not entirely sure what might happen to me if I am told I can't do it anymore.  As much as I fought against the idea of "being a teacher," I suppose that is exactly what and who I am... and I really don't mind it. 

It is really funny, now that I've done it for almost two school years, every assumption I ever made about teachers has disappeared.  Only to be replaced by a new found reality, understanding of, and respect for the people who spend every day of their lives focused on someone else's child.  In her emmy acceptance speech, Sandra Bullock thanked, "the moms that take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from," and although I understand exactly what she meant, a little part of my brain added teachers to her intended meaning. 

If you missed it, you can see her speech here  (have a tissue handy).

Anyway, I suppose all this is just to say hi, and to let you (if there are any of "you" left... aside from my mom and CSB) know that I'm still here, and plan to continue blogging.....