No Child Left Behind
How would you respond to this:
"I really don’t care if I can write well or not, all I want to do is pass this class with a good grade and take my chances in college"?
I teach because I have to. In all the jobs I've had to pay my way through life, only teaching has (as of today) not left an empty feeling. This is my calling; and sometimes I feel that I chose to teach as much as teaching chose me. *Note: The thoughts expressed here are my own and not intended to represent the school or district I work for.
How would you respond to this:
This is a general observation that I promised a good friend I'd blog about. My friend is 6'6", and I am a mere 5'9". The other day I went golfing with him. As we exited the clubhouse, headed towards the first hole, a middle-aged man quipped, "Well, I think you exceed the height requirement." These statements boil my friend's blood, so I told the man that I appreciated finally getting recognized as tall.
Here in the edusphere, we've discussed, to the point of death, the merits of state exams that inform the public about what students learn in school. NCLB created the need for accurate measurements of student learning. And while I don't wish to debate that particular corner of the subject, I would like to bring to this page a viewpoint I had not thought about.
In my post "Experiment A," I told of my scientific experiment to determine if my grading scale was in line with what students will experience next year at college. This week, I showed the results to my students.
Shhh. Can you hear the squeaking of shoes, the thumping of a rhythmic dribbling, the swish of the net? There is no better time of the year, other than MLB playoffs for the sport nut. However, NCAA tournament games, unlike other profession sports' playoff games, happen during the workday. For millions of people, trying to sneak a quick glimpse at the television or masking their internet connection becomes a necessity in order to keep track of their brackets.
For 200$: When a parent disagreed with a teacher's late work policy.
Sacramento, Calif.--When Sacramento Public Schools hired Mr. Beetest to head their Physical Education Department, they had high hopes for raising the level of activity amongst the student population. What they didn't expect was a violent tempered man ready to lay "the smackdown" on all their "candy asses." It began a few years ago-- the first signs that Mr. Beetest might have an anger management problem, or at least a sense of "untouchable superstar." At the time, Mr. Beetest was teaching in Indiana. He had become upset that a few of his students in class were not doing sit-ups fast enough. When he stopped class to demonstrate the proper technique, one student lobbed a jelly donut at Mr. Beetest. The donut splattered the gym floor with jelly, some landing square on Mr. Beetest's neatly pressed warm-up suit. Mr. Beetest exploded with fury. He charged the students and took a few swings. The other teachers who had been on staff with Mr. Beetest also jumped in the mix to protect this rising star in the district. Baffled by the outburst, more students entered the fracas, also hurling donuts and eclairs on Mr. Beetest and the other teachers as they exited into their office just outside the locker room. School officials recognized a media frenzy was about to descend on their school, so they quickly suspended Mr. Beetest for the remainder of the year. He would later apologize by writing poetry for the local coffee house. Eventually, Sacramento Public Schools came calling. They were in need of a marquee teacher that could thwart the rising levels of obesity in their students. Mr. Beetest, despite the baggage that came along, clearly was the answer. With his reputation on the mend, Mr. Beetest went about his business. Until one day he allegedly slapped his wife. SPS was forced to suspend him; but soon they realized that the California State Fitness Exit Exam was fast approaching. If they didn't have Mr. Beetest, they might not make AYP for reducing the number of fat kids in their district. So, despite inciting a riot at a school in Indiana, and allegedly slapping his wife; SPS accepted Mr. Beetest's apology for face value--something his wife allegedly has little of--and brought him back. Only time will tell if SPS will meet AYP, but with Mr. Beetest back in the gym, the prospects look good.
I am going to have difficult time expressing my thoughts in this post. So if you are looking for a well-organized post, this one isn't it.
I am a man--who happens to like Oprah, teaches literature, uses hair products, and goes to a salon once a month to have my hair styled. No, really, I am a man. I watch football, baseball, basketball, hockey, paintball, NASCAR, bull-riding, or any other quasi sport put on ESPN.
Observation: The teacher observes that students are dissatisfied with grades on essays. After listening to the student concerns, the teacher recognizes that self-reflection is in order.