Hope is Sometimes All They Need…

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Hope…

A word that takes us from never to maybe. From I don’t think it is is possible to wait it might happen.

We have all been given hope whether it was in our childhood in waiting for a promise to come true. In our teenage years, hoping we make varsity to that we studied hard enough to get that needed score on the ACT or SAT to hopefully making it into the school we have always seen ourselves at.  Then came college and the hopes of our future.

As you can see, we all live with hope everyday, but it is the people behind us that tend to give us the hope we need.  They are the driving force that keeps us believing in the hope.  As adults we get that hope and internalize it and remind ourselves that we can persevere and keep going, keep working toward the goal, keep believing.

What about the kids in our rooms…

When I took my first job I did just that.. took my first job.  I wish I would have known then what I know now.  I wish I would have given the kids more hope, more compassion, more understanding.

Fast forward…

Kids come into the school each day at 7:40. They head up the stairs to my room. They look to me to guide them through their days, but I guide them differently today than when those first students came in years ago.

Some students come into my room these day needing more than an education. They are needing HOPE. They need more than the ability to become fluent in their multiplication facts.  They need to know that their is hope.  Hope that they will get those facts. Hope that they will understand how to differentiate a noun, verb, adjective and adverb.

But..

They need hope that it is going to be ok.  That even if mom doesn’t come home it will all work out. That if dad doesn’t find a job soon they will still get to sleep in their room. That if mom can’t take care of them anymore that when they move to dad’s that they will meet new friends and their teacher will love them with all her heart.

That if the worst happens they still have HOPE…. 

There are so many ways that students walk into your room each and every day looking for hope in your eyes.  Looking for a small bit of compassion through your words, actions, and tone.  These things bring hope to kids.  That fist bump in the hall says, “I remember.” That when you say you want to hear your story, but not right now that you go back and hear that story. That you will notice when they succeed at the small things in class and not just the “stuff” you as the teacher see as important.  That when they work hard and finally get a passing score or even an A on your quiz or test you notice, because life has been hard so hard for them that the words, “I am proud of you!” mean for than winning the lottery. That you notice when they come into a the room with something new or different. That what they do matters.  That relationship building with students is more than just that, it is the beginning of students believing they are more than a name in a grade book. That they matter to you. That you HOPE for the best for them!

Be the light of HOPE…

These may seem small. These may seem like an elementary thing… high school kids don’t need that. But that is where we are all wrong in education. All kids need hope just like we as adults need to hang onto hope, but we can’t do it alone and neither can they.  They need us to be that Merchant of Hope, as Jimmy Casas speaks of in his book Culturize, in a world that likes to focus on the negative.  They look to you because you spend the majority of their awake time with them.  They need you to get it, as much as you want them to “get it” when you give them an assignment.  They need you to understand, have some compassion that when you are teaching them that they want to do it but at that moment it might not be their biggest concern.

Give them the hope that it will work out.  Give them the hope that no matter when and what the world throws at them that they can look to you and know that it is all going to be ok.

Always remember to look at the big picture…. Kids are just like teachers.  We have good days and bad days. We have joys and sadness.  We have to maneuver through it.  Just like students. They only difference is that we were guided through the dark days by a Merchant of Hope our Champion.  Be that Merchant of Hope,that champion for a student so 20 years from now they will remember that moment, smile, have HOPE and NEVER GIVE UP!

 

 

 

 

Why share? Why let them in?

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I have not always been an open book with my students. I use to be the teacher that was just Mrs. Smith in the classroom. The “I am the teacher, teacher!” They didn’t need to know about me. All they needed to know was that I was Mrs. Smith and they needed to know the curriculum only.

Then I changed….

I can’t tell you when I changed.  I can’t tell you what made me change.  Maybe it was just years of teaching.  Maybe it was a student that I missed getting to know.  Maybe it was losing a student to an RV fire.  I can’t really pinpoint it…. I just know I changed, and definitely my change is for the better.

I am real now…..

I am now an open book with my students. When I say “Open Book” I don’t mean tell them EVERYTHING about my life, but I now find value in sharing my core, myself, the what and who that make me, well ME.  I start the year with a Kahoot about Mrs. Smith.  It isn’t a quiz about rules, procedures,etc.  This quiz is about my favorite color, my favorite pop, how many brothers and sisters I have, etc. I let them in.  I tell them when I am tired. I tell them when my patience may not be as big as usual.  I tell them when I have had a rough night.  I tell them when I don’t get my run in. I tell them when I am so excited about something in my life I am about to BURST!

But it doesn’t stop there, sharing is a routine…..

Every Monday morning at the start of my Reading Block we talk about our weekends. We share for 15 minutes about the great things that happened to us outside of the school walls. We talk about their basketball games, their birthday parties, their trips to Kearney to Wal-Mart for cheap, discounted Easter candy.  I share when I am busy and everything I did with my family.  I share when I stay home and just clean my house. I share when all I did was sleep in and do laundry.

Sometimes we share on random days one positive thing that happened to them from 3:30 to when they got to school the next morning.  AND sometimes they ask me if we can share something about or nights. Something they just can’t wait to tell me. Something that makes them tick. Something that makes them happy… How could I ever say no we don’t have time to share! We always have time to share joy!

Why does that matter……

Let me tell you why!  I am that teacher that always tells my students when I am going to be gone.  I am that teacher that tells them who will be “me” the next day.  I prepare them for what life is going to throw them, through me.  I want to know if change is coming in life, so why wouldn’t I try to prepare my students.  When we know things are going to be different we can prepare for that.  We can change the things we need and keep the things we need the same. We can prepare!

Then sometimes change comes without warning….

When I got home from school Thursday night I got a call from my mom.  She said that she had chest pains, had taken a Nitro pill, and my aunt was on her way to take her to the ER.  I instantly jumped in my car and drove the 30 minutes to the hospital.  They admitted her to observe her and find the source of the chest pain.  I was planning on going to school the next day, as she said she didn’t need me there.  As I was getting ready to leave she looked at me and said, “If it wouldn’t inconvenience you or school to much I would like it if you could be here tomorrow.” So that became my plan… to be with the one who had given so much of herself to me.

I left the hospital and traveled back home 30 minutes to pack and plan for school.  I went to the school around midnight, organized my kiddos days as best I could, and left again for the hospital.

I left them without warning, because sometimes change doesn’t tell any of us that it is coming.

Fast forward 24 hours….

My mom is being released from the hospital.  My family stops at Wal-Mart to pick up a few things before heading home.  As I am walking around I notice one of my students with his family.  I walk up and tap him on the shoulder.  He turns and looks up at me with concern and says, “Where were you today? You didn’t tell us you weren’t going to be there. I missed you!”  I look at him with honest eyes and say, “My mom was in the hospital and she needed me to be with her.” He looks with greater concern and says, “I missed you, but is she ok?”  I tell him that she is on her way home and thank him for asking.  He then says, “So you will be there Monday?” I tell him that I plan to!

Why is this significant…..

Sharing you make you real.  It makes you a person to them.  They grow to care for you the way you care for them.  When a person in your family is hurting you hurt.  When a family member succeeds you celebrate with them. When a family member is gone you miss having them around!

When a family grows together they learn so much more about life, and when that family is a classroom the learning that takes place is so much more than the academics.  They learn to care about each other through your example. They learn that hurt happens.  We miss each other when we aren’t around, but when you finally see each other at Wal-Mart the day gets brighter because you know all is well with the world when all is well with the family!

Make your room at school more than a room.  Make it a home, where it is best when everyone in the family is there, happy, caring, growing and learning together! Let them in. Let them know you. Let them care about you beyond the whiteboard!

Because the eyes looking up at you at Wal-Mart just might be saying all the things that your heart needed to hear after a stressful 24 hours….. Life is better because you are in it!
 

Knowing vs. Understanding

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In education we always tell students to never stop learning…. and boy did I learn something HUGE from a simple sentence a few weeks ago.

Recently, I read a blog from an administrator where he stated something similar to this… There is a big difference between knowing and understanding.  This really got me thinking about my teaching through the years up to now.  It made me stop in my tracks and evaluate myself.  Are my students just knowing or are they really understanding? What is more important?  That they know the information. That they understand the information. That they both know and understand the information.

So I took that challenge and started to change some of the ways I approach learning with my students because one should… Never Stop Learning!

I decided that real learning is when you know the concept, but yet understand it enough that you can teach it too.

In the past few weeks I have been doing the “usual” teacher thing, answering questions my students have, but with a small twist.  As I answer a student’s question and move on, when the same question is asked I don’t answer it. I know strange right, not answering student questions.  This is where the change came in my teaching. I ask the student I just helped to come over, and I watch, listen, and guide as they explain to their friend how to know and understand the question.

What I have found is that true understanding comes from knowing. It has been interesting to watch them teach each other. It has been interesting to hear my teaching through them. It has been interesting to see them confidently stand and go to their friend in need.

Game changer for sure, but the learning didn’t stop there… I began to ponder myself as a teacher.

I always ask myself am I doing enough for each of them.  I am I really “getting” them the way they need me too.  Am I understanding them where they are or am I asking them to understand where I want them to learn?  Am I really understanding them or do I just know them?

These questions really got me pondering so much more than teaching… 

We as educators are always asking students to KNOW the information.  We are always asking them it they UNDERSTAND the information.  But….

Do we just KNOW our students or do we really UNDERSTAND our students?

I began to think of the 13 darlings I get to spend my days with Monday through Friday.  I thought about the parts of their lives I know about but don’t understand.  I thought about the moments I missed learning to understand them and not just know them.  I thought about how important each moment is….

As their teacher I get to spend many moments with them, but with that comes a huge unknown. The moments I miss. The moments I don’t know about. The moments that can make their day do a 180, not because I am not watching but because I am not there, so I don’t understand.

As my students walk the halls and spend time at recess, as much as I try to not let things happen, things are said and done.  Things that hurt a kid to their core. Things that change their perception of themselves. Things that play over and over in their heads while I am asking them to KNOW and UNDERSTAND.

As my students walk out the doors to go home, I don’t KNOW how their nights and weekends will go.  I don’t KNOW what battles their families are fighting.  I don’t know what “baggage” they will carry with them when they walk back through the doors the next morning or on Monday morning.

BUT… I can be better, much better at not just knowing or understanding them, but knowing how to understand them!

I can understand that I need to make my patience a little higher, because Sally had to go to her mom’s house this weekend and she loves both her parents so much that it hurts to be away from either of them.  She wants to master her math facts but she just misses her old life.

I can understand that math is not the most important thing for Johnny, because his buddies just made fun of his new shoes in the hall that his momma spent her paycheck on because the tape wasn’t holding them together anymore. Johnny wants to read those words but all he hears is the kids laughing at him.

I can understand that Suzy needs a little more understanding with her homework and late work, because she had to get her siblings to school this morning because mom and dad were at the hospital again. Suzy wants to be at school. Life is easier there, but home needs her more right now.

I can understand that Freddy is acting out because he can’t tell me that he misses his mommy, because he doesn’t know how to put into words how he is even feeling. He just knows if he acts out I will notice him and I will give him some attention that he craves.. good or bad.

I can understand that not all kids come to school with the same background, the same love, the same homes, carrying the same weight in their backpacks, but they all come to school with the same desire to be successful. It’s just the moments we miss that make that hard sometimes.

But not impossible…

What I can do is KNOW that I need to UNDERSTAND that all kids come to school wanting to learn. Every single one of them wants to be successful. It is just the “stuff” that they carry into our classrooms from the bus or car ride, the walk through the halls, or even the night before.  The circumstances that they can’t control that control their ability to KNOW and UNDERSTAND what I am teaching them.

I can control how I respond to Sally, Johnny, Suzy, and Freddy. AND it is in that moment,  that small moment, that I can control how they know and truly understand what I am teaching them… the academic concepts and the concept of you matter.  You matter more than the math book, but we will together learn! You matter and your learning will be successful, because I may not have your baggage, but I WILL help you carry it at school.

Teach your students to never stop knowing, understanding, and learning, and in turn NEVER stop learning, knowing, and understanding your students. They deserve it!

 

 

 

 

Model What You Want… Get What You Model… And don’t forget about Spaghetti!

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Spaghetti…. Do you like it or Do you have an extreme dislike for it?

We will get back to spaghetti in a minute!

As a veteran teacher of 20 + years I have always told my colleagues that the minute I stop progressing is the minute I find something new or put in my retirement papers.  This attitude isn’t one that I came up with myself.  It is an attitude learned from a former colleague and friend that had been teaching longer than I had been alive when we first started to teach together!

Get What You Model…

When I first met Mrs. Freeman she was a friend of my husband’s family and a teacher at the local school.  At the time I was teaching in a nearby town, and had just begun my career.  Then a few years down the road a First Grade position in our town, Mrs. Freeman’s school, so I quickly put in an application!  And just like that I was now not just a family friend but a colleague of Mrs. Freeman’s.

Model What You Want….

As I started to work with Mrs. Freeman I began to notice she wasn’t your
normal, run-of-the-mill veteran teacher. There was something different about her.  Something that I needed to watch and learn from.

Mrs. Freeman was the first to school in the mornings, and left not soon after the teacher bell rang as she worked at the local convenience store at night.  It wasn’t because she had too for the money….  No, I believe in my heart is was way more than just something to do. It was a way for her to make sure her “kids”, old and new, were doing okay.  She would chat with them about how things were going and would make sure the kiddos that came in, I believe just to see Mrs. Freeman also, knew she cared! She was building a relationship with her new kiddos, and maintaining the relationships she had already formed with her “old” kiddos.

Then I saw something in her that I hadn’t seen in any veteran teacher I had worked with or been taught by, and it stuck.  It made me open my eyes wider. It made me “sit up, watch, and learn”. It was big. It didn’t happen. It wasn’t the NORM!

Model What You Want…

You see in Nebraska, back when State Standards first came out, Fourth Grade was one of the few years that students were assessed. And by assessed I don’t mean just one test….. ALL THE STANDARDS WERE ASSESSED IN FOURTH GRADE! Mrs. Freeman met the challenge head on and dug into the standards, breaking them apart, putting them back together, aligning them with her curriculum, and then curriculum mapping to make sure she was preparing students for what they were going to face.  She knew they were counting on her. She knew they needed her best effort, so she gave it all she had and more. Not for herself, but for the kids.

As we grew closer as colleagues, she began to ask me about some of the “stuff” I was doing in First Grade. She had seen some of the “stuff” and thought it might be something she would like to “try”. She came in and watched. She had me come and teach a lesson to her class so she could see things implemented at her level. She asked questions. She tried new things, and WHY?

Remember, Mrs. Freeman had been teaching longer than I had been alive! And she wanted to learn. She wanted to be more. She wanted more for her kids.  She wanted to give the best at all times. She was one of the most progressive, non-complaining, do what’s best for kids teacher I have had the privilege to work with.

Was she the best all the time… Probably not. But when she didn’t think she had done her best she didn’t settle.  She dug deep and worked harder.  Every child learned.

She truly was and modeled… Every Child. Every Day. Find A Way!

Get What You Model…

So how does that lead to me… How? That is where I learned the attitude of, “Give It All, All the Time!”

I learned from Mrs. Freeman that the attitude and excitement and work ethic you model for your students will be what you get back from kids.

If you want students to turn work in on time… Get papers graded and back on time.

If you want them to be excited about school… Be PUMPED as they walk in the room. Each moment of everyday.

If you want kids to respect you…. Respect their lives, in and out of school. Respect their time. Respect who they are not who we wish they would be. Respect is earned not demanded, both ways.

If you want kids to trust you… Make mistakes something normal, something that happens to you. Say sorry when you need to. Say, “I don’t know the answer to that.” if you don’t. Make yourself human and a team with them not “I am the TEACHER!”

If you want kids to love your room…. Love your room! Love your job! Be excited. Be enthusiastic. Make them believe what you have to teach them is FAR from routine. Love being at school, so they love coming!

And most of all…

If you want kids to care about your subject matter….. You need to care about their subject matter.  Not their grades. Not their assignment. Not their test scores.  Not their homework.  You need to care about the things that matter to them.  You need to make a connection……..

I have a student this year that is SUPER quiet.  I mean NEVER talks in anything but a whisper.  I made it my goal to connect with this student.

One day this student had a question in math… As I approached this student to answer the question I got down on her level next to her and said, “Before I answer your question you have to answer a question for me.” She looked at me very cautiously and whispers, “Okay?’  I then asked the student what her favorite food was.  She looked at me like I was a crazy teacher and answers, “Spaghetti.”  I proceed say, “Guess what?  I can’t stand spaghetti!” She says in her tiny whisper, “That’s funny. Everyone loves spaghetti!”  From that moment on whenever the announcements say we are having spaghetti she yells, “You aren’t eating today are you Mrs. Smith!” and I reply back, “You got it girlfriend!  I can’t stand that stuff!”

One moment… Not even a minute and a connection was made.  She found out I cared more than that question. More than that assignment.  I wanted to know her! She mattered and I cared!

Back to Mrs. Freeman… I thank her for modeling what I needed! I thank her for showing kids that she cared enough to face the tough parts of teaching, so in turn the kids dug in and faced the hard parts of school.  I thank her for showing me that you have to care.

Because sometimes all it takes is an extreme dislike of spaghetti to let a student know…. Every student. Every day. Find a way!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Teacher’s Regret… Lesson Learned…

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As we walk into the last semester of school it can seem like we have so much to accomplish before the end of the year… So much to do so little time before testing starts. So much to do before we have the students ready for the next level.  So much to do…. In this blog post I would like to you see, I would like you to take to heart at what is really important. It is the moments you give of yourself to those faces that want more than a test score……….

I was an attendee a NETA conference in Kearney, NE this fall where Jimmy Casas was the keynote speaker as well as a presenter. To listen to him discuss the importance of building relationships was more than inspiring…. It caused me to attend 2 of his 3 sessions that day.  I sat in the back in the corner reliving what took a huge part of my heart, but replaced it with so much more than I could have ever imagined. As he spoke it was everything my teaching philosophy is in my deepest core. I always tell people that the relationship is 90% of the learning process.  The other 10% will come when they know you care about them more than their name in a gradebook, the curriculum, or your paycheck.

But… I wasn’t always that teacher. I was the teacher that saw the kids as the curriculum, the 8:00 to 3:30 classroom, and as the kid in the desk that just can’t stop talking.  It took a special little girl that taught me to Love to live, but live to love!  

My story ended and began on May 21, 2003 with a student I will call Sally…..

That school year started off like every other school year.  A classroom full of first graders eager to learn with eyes facing me saying take us and teach us!  As the year progressed a little girl began to stick out, not in the way that you would think to a teacher.  She was a struggling reader.  She was a struggling student in math.  I had conferenced with her parents at the beginning of the year and let them know that she was behind, but I would do all I could to get her to where she needed to be, I thought.

As the year went on this student began to grow in her relationship with me.  She wanted to tell me everything she could. She wanted me to know everything….. EVERYTHING!  She would come to me and say, “Mrs. Smith…”  I would say, “Not right now Sally. Just a minute. Tell me later.”  Then shortly thereafter she would again say, “Mrs. Smith… “ I would again say, “Sally, give me a minute and then I will listen.” But that minute never happened…..

She would work one on one with me.  Her bright eyes and smile wanting to absorb every minute of her time with me and every ounce of what I could teach her.  She had the desire to learn. She had the desire to go further than she even thought she was capable of, but it wasn’t happening.  She wasn’t growing at the rate she needed to.  So I set another conference with her parents.

At this conference in late April or early May I told her parents that I didn’t think she was ready for Second Grade.  I thought it would be best for her now and in her future education if she spent another year with me.  Her parents both agreed and it was decided that Sally would be with me for another year next year.

The last week of school was upon us… It was Wednesday and we would be packing up our things in the first grade for the summer tomorrow, Thursday, May 22, 2003, the LAST DAY of SCHOOL!! YAY!!  

I had so much to do and so little time (you know the crazy of the end of the year)! I was dismissing kids after a LONG last full day of teaching for the year.  I walked the kids out. All the parents were there and waiting to pick up their kiddo or they started their walks home.  Sally and I looked for her mom, but it looked as though she would be late.

So Sally and I sat down on the steps of the school waiting for her mom for what seemed like an eternity, because I had sooo much to do, from 3:30 to 3:45.  We sat, she talked and talked and talked, and I didn’t listen. Instead of listening I sat thinking and disgusted that mom was late, because I had more to do than sit with her kid during my work time and I had my own family and stuff to get home to.  

Finally, at 3:45, her mom pulled up to the school in an RV.  I walked Sally across the street to the RV, opened the back door, and put her in.  I walked around the RV to the driver’s side and talked to mom again about next year’s plans for Sally.  As they drove away I thought to myself, “Finally!”

I hustled back into the school, hastily packed up my things, because I had to get home. All of “this” was now going to have to wait.  I walked out the door of the school and heard sirens in the distance. Our town was near the interstate so sirens were not an unusual occurrence. I looked towards the interstate and notice smoke rising in the air.  I thought to myself, “There must have been a car fire on the interstate.” I proceeded to get into my car and head home.

That is where one story ended and another began…… May 21, 2003 at 4:00 I became a different teacher.  That smoke wasn’t just any car on the interstate.  It was the RV that I had, THAT I HAD closed the door on 5 minutes earlier putting that 6 year old into. The same door she wouldn’t be able to get open to get out of. That closed door was the last time I would see that smile.  That little girl that dressed up on Homecoming week as the little girl in Monsters, Inc. That door closed on the last time she would say to me, “Mrs. Smith guess what…….” I will never know what…..

You see it was in that moment that I lost a part of me that I took for granted. That I thought would always be there. I lost a part of me that meant more to me than I let her know.  I lost the chance to let a kid know they mattered. That they mattered beyond 8:00 to 3:30. That she mattered… She was important.

In that moment I also lost the teacher that didn’t let her students know that they were more than a test score, a homework assignment that was turned in or not, or that they mattered more than her planning time. That their story matter and I wanted to be a part of it.

Sally was one of four children that lost their lives that day in an RV fire.  I put her in the RV at 3:45 and at 4:00 she was gone.  SHE WAS GONE! She wouldn’t pack up her desk for the summer. She wouldn’t take home all the stuff that was scattered all over her locker. I would have to do that piece by piece. I would have to sort out Sally’s school life wondering what I missed. Wondering with each picture in her desk if that was the picture she tried to show me.. Mrs. Smith.

She wouldn’t finish that super important test, but I could finish the test for her. The test she left behind for me…..

I wouldn’t be able to ever hear her stories that I said, “Just a minute Sally. Tell me later.”, because you see later would never come…… with Sally. But I could hear the stories of all the students to come.  I could take part of “my” time to be present.  I could learn so much more about them than their academics.  I could know their favorite food, their favorite sports team, what they did on weekend, etc. I, to steal a line from Mr. Casas, I could learn their core. And in turn share mine. I could tell them what my favorite food is, my favorite baseball team, my favorite season and my least favorite season, and the fears I have and all my imperfections. How I learn from my mistakes and others.

Relationships….. They matter. They matter more than a 6 to 18 year old could or would ever tell you.  They are the root of education.  They, like you said, are the core of it.  Your core, their core, they matter.

Relationships…. I still get busy. I still tell kiddos that they will have to wait to tell me something, but guess what, later always comes before the end of each day.  I find them. I look in their eyes. I listen! The “small things” they want to tell you really are huge!  They tell you about them. They tell you what makes them tick. They tell you what they love. They tell you what excites them. They tell you because you matter to them.

Relationships….. They need to know they matter. They need to know they are more than the curriculum. They need to know you are human. They need to know what makes you tick as much as you need to know what makes them tick. They need to know they matter to you.

You see like I said the story begins, ends, and begins again. I wish I knew how to make all teachers see this.  I wish they could “get” it in a way that is a much easier lesson than mine.  

You see when you spend the last 8 hours, the last 15 minutes,  of a 6 year old’s life with them not focusing on them, but focusing on the “stuff” that matters but does it really.. it doesn’t.  You see stuff that really doesn’t matter, because it will fall into the right place, at the right time, with 110% vigor and effort when that relationship is built….

When you stop and listen…. Really listen with a caring ear and heart.  Their stories will fill your soul. They will fill your heart with more joy and each year as they pass through your door. Your heart will grow more and more until you think it will burst, but deep in that corner their joy will fill you and in the end you learn more than they do! You learn that we all learn and grow when my classroom morning greeting and afternoon send off is truly believed in a student’s core…. You are kind! You are smart! And You are important!

Take time… Take a moment… Those faces matter! They matter more now than they ever did to me!  Build the RELATIONSHIP and you will build more than you think!

 

New Year, New Student

 

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Just a short blog from a thought that came to me on a quick run….

I live in the middle of Nebraska so running outside in December is sometimes challenging.  Today when I left to run it was 5 degrees outside! On those days I choose to run the halls of my school…. No Windchill, No Freezing Temps, No Cars or Critters to worry about.  As I was running today thinking about the New Year that is upon us I  had a thought…

New Year, New You!

You hear this quote many times as the old year comes to an end and we begin to usher in a New Year.  We start to think about starting something new.  Making ourselves better. Giving ourselves a clean slate from all that “junk” we ate the last month! A fresh start to prove to ourselves that we can find that corner of us that needs improvement and do just that. Start over… New Year, New You!

What about our students?

As I ran the halls that my students walk this was my thought… I give myself the chance to start again! I don’t hold onto the “bad” from the last year, and I just press forward and TRY to improve.  Do I do that with my students?  Do I allow them a “New Year, New You”? I mean why do I let myself start the New Year with forgiveness and a clean slate, but when Johnny walks back into the school I get that cringe in my stomach of “Here we go again!”

New Year, New Student

I have spent time reading the book Culturize by Jimmy Casas this Christmas Break and in the book it talks a lot about being a CHAMPION for kids.  As I thought and ran this came to mind with New Year, New You, New Student… when you win a Championship there are a lot of failures and losses along the way, but you don’t give up. You get up. Dust yourself off and try again.  Let’s do that with our students as they walk through the doors of the school in the next week……. Be the leader of the Champion!

New Year…. New You… And let them be a New Student!

 

 

 

Invest…

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Investing…. This word holds so much power.  This word scares some and others see it as a challenge. A risk to find a way to get the biggest gain.

When we invest in something such as the Stock Market we can hardly wait to see what our return is.  When the envelope shows up in the mail or the website is checked you are always hoping for an increase, a positive investment.  What if you get your portfolio statement and it shows a large decrease in your investment?  You have to sit down and look it over.  You sit and analyze it. You check to see if it is something you should try again or if you should move your money.  Investing… it’s a gamble until you find the perfect fit for your money and your future.

As a teacher fresh out of college I hit the ground running! I was ready to invest in kids, but I didn’t put a ton of “money” into the student.  I was afraid of the “market” crashing with little left over. I began to put enough in to make sure that they received the information they needed, but not really enough to make a difference in having the big positive outcome.

I was the teacher….

I was a 2nd or 3rd year teacher when my investment, we will call “Johnny”, made no return. I began to ask myself, “Why should I give and give and give? Johnny doesn’t even come to school most of the time, and when he does come he doesn’t even try, and homework that is a WHOLE different story!” So I took my “money” out of that failing investment without analyzing it at all.

I was the teacher….

I had tried and he didn’t. I didn’t look to see why the investment wasn’t working. I thought, “He isn’t going to try and I have tried everything.” I didn’t take time to sit back and think. “How can help this kid get through? What can I do to make it work?” Or… even this question, “How should I change what I am doing to meet the needs of this student? How can I make him succeed not wait for him to figure it out on his own? What am I missing?”

I was the teacher…..

He began to show up to school less and less.  I knew then that I had made the right move with my investment, because Johnny’s family didn’t even care if he was in school and all these other students deserved my “money” more….

I was the teacher….

Then one rainy day, yes the day is etched into my memory.. My boss asked me to come to her office, and in that moment I found out why the investment wasn’t making any gains. As I sat down in my principal’s chair and the words began to flow from her mouth I only hear the first few, “Johnny wouldn’t be returning. Last night he had been pulled from his home and taken to Denver Children’s Hospital….. It was the worst case of abuse a Children’s Hospital had ever seen.”

It didn’t matter anymore who was the teacher….

You see Johnny WAS trying. He was trying to survive.  He wasn’t trying to survive math.  He wasn’t trying to meet the words per minute to be on grade level.  He wasn’t trying to get 80% on his spelling test.  He was trying to survive life from 3:30 pm to 8:00 am, so when he got to school he was safe, he was able to relax, he was able to not have to worry what was going to happen next.

I was that teacher… Now I am not!

Fast forward 15 or so years… I am still the teacher, but I am not that teacher.  I invest… I invest A LOT!  I invest in their academics. I invest in their reading. I invest in their math. I invest in self-esteem.  We take risks as a group. We make mistakes, as a group. We invest together. Some days I do all the investing, but some days my students invest more than I do. But that is how it should be, because we are a team. I am the leader. Guiding them through, making mistakes together, but NEVER giving up on the “investment”! Because the investment is one of the biggest and most profitable parts of teaching. It is where everyone as a team, not I am the teacher, will find the greatest gains.

Be the investor not the teacher!