Today, I slept in late--I got up at 6:30-- and had a leisurely breakfast.
I have a few tasks on my agenda--many of which are things I've needed to do for a while--barber at 11:00, call the car dealer for maintainance, and take the boxes out of the car (my estimate of two turned out to be five!)
I'm going to take a break from blogging for a while--I'm sure no one will be interested in my post-retirement activities (slept late, had coffee, napped, ran errands, napped, etc.)
However, maybe some day I'll pick it up again. What shall do and write about? Political commentary? Celebrity stalking? What I decide to do when I grow up?
Until then . . .
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Done!
Today was the last day. I had no finals scheduled, but had two makeup tests plus a few slow pokes were finishing up a project.
I got my keys turned in, and my boxes moved to the car. There was, of course our recognition luncheon. (My speech got high marks for its brevity.)
My friends all came by to wish me well. There were many hugs and a few tears. Even people I didn't know came by and said nice things. (I didn't realize that I had made such an impression.)
So, after the goodbyes and hugs (and the moving of boxes) I went back to my room for one last time. I opened all the curtains and adjusted the Venetian blinds. Then there was only one more thing to do--I straightened the rows and made sure that desks and chairs were placed properly.
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I got my keys turned in, and my boxes moved to the car. There was, of course our recognition luncheon. (My speech got high marks for its brevity.)
My friends all came by to wish me well. There were many hugs and a few tears. Even people I didn't know came by and said nice things. (I didn't realize that I had made such an impression.)
So, after the goodbyes and hugs (and the moving of boxes) I went back to my room for one last time. I opened all the curtains and adjusted the Venetian blinds. Then there was only one more thing to do--I straightened the rows and made sure that desks and chairs were placed properly.
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Here we go!
Well, it is the last day. I got up before the alarm clock, excited about going in. I don't have any finals today, but do have a few makeup exams. Then all I need to do is upload grades (which won't take long), packup my last boxes (I think I will have two more), turn in my computer and keys, then go to lunch.
The toughest part will be lunch. Each year, on the last day of school, the administration hosts a luncheon for the faculty. Teachers reaching milestone years (5, 10, 15, etc.) are recognized. Retiring teachers are recognized as well--but are expected to make a speech. Mine will be short and to the point.
And I don't expect to get misty , , ,
The toughest part will be lunch. Each year, on the last day of school, the administration hosts a luncheon for the faculty. Teachers reaching milestone years (5, 10, 15, etc.) are recognized. Retiring teachers are recognized as well--but are expected to make a speech. Mine will be short and to the point.
And I don't expect to get misty , , ,
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Sharp Stick
Today, I was met at my classroom by a small group of regulars. Regular students who just don't get their work done. Regular students who are a little behind.
I was helping them finish a project and get ready for a test.
One of my finer youngsters, said. "Mr. Miller, you really don't have to do this. You are leaving, and none of this matters."
Of course I replied, "No, it does matter. I care about you. I care enough to 'poke you with the sharp stick of reality' to make sure you get the most out of my class."
Of course, his response was, "Oh, Mr. Miller!"
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I was helping them finish a project and get ready for a test.
One of my finer youngsters, said. "Mr. Miller, you really don't have to do this. You are leaving, and none of this matters."
Of course I replied, "No, it does matter. I care about you. I care enough to 'poke you with the sharp stick of reality' to make sure you get the most out of my class."
Of course, his response was, "Oh, Mr. Miller!"
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Monday, May 31, 2010
Sleep
Last night I had the worst night's sleep I've had in years. Too much caffeine? Perhaps. The darn cold I can't shake. Possibly. This coming Wednesday. Probably.
It is hard to believe that there are only two work days left. I spent part of Friday working on grades, and part of the day packing up. I have emptied two four drawer files, a two drawer file, and two desks. I filled a waste basket with junk. I have saved a few things--including a copy of a dean's referral form that I wrote up for a really weird infraction. Perhaps I'll write about it before I'm done.
I should be able to be done by noon on Wednesday. There is much still to do. Grades to finish, there are still two more classes of exams to grade. I've received the reminders that I need to turn in my keys and my computer.
Of course, if I am late, what are they going to do, fire me?!
It is hard to believe that there are only two work days left. I spent part of Friday working on grades, and part of the day packing up. I have emptied two four drawer files, a two drawer file, and two desks. I filled a waste basket with junk. I have saved a few things--including a copy of a dean's referral form that I wrote up for a really weird infraction. Perhaps I'll write about it before I'm done.
I should be able to be done by noon on Wednesday. There is much still to do. Grades to finish, there are still two more classes of exams to grade. I've received the reminders that I need to turn in my keys and my computer.
Of course, if I am late, what are they going to do, fire me?!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Ferd
Today was the first day of underclass finals. Yesterday was the last day of senior finals. Tonight was commencement.
One of my seniors, who I have called Ferdinand, because he liked to stop and smell the flowers, just squeeked by in my class. In his class, he had a project final, rather than an objective test. He came to class, but not completely prepared, but he did give his presentation.
One problem, he did not have the written report that went along with the speech. He promised, promised, promised, to get the report to me. It did come in yesterday, via email.
This afternoon, I had just a little bit of work left to do, and went downstairs for a can of pop. As I am walking back to my office, who do I meet, but my young, troubled friend.
He explained that he came in to see if I had, indeed, received the email, and if I did not, he had his project on a flash drive, and would print it out.
I explained that the email was satisfactory, but that I was glad that he had come in to see me. I wished him well, congratulated him on following through and completing all of his classes. He thanked me for helping him. Of course, in my usual way, I asked him if he had learned anything from all we had been through. He looked at me strangely for a minute, and said, "to get my work done?"
I responded, "to believe in yourself, and to get your work done!"
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One of my seniors, who I have called Ferdinand, because he liked to stop and smell the flowers, just squeeked by in my class. In his class, he had a project final, rather than an objective test. He came to class, but not completely prepared, but he did give his presentation.
One problem, he did not have the written report that went along with the speech. He promised, promised, promised, to get the report to me. It did come in yesterday, via email.
This afternoon, I had just a little bit of work left to do, and went downstairs for a can of pop. As I am walking back to my office, who do I meet, but my young, troubled friend.
He explained that he came in to see if I had, indeed, received the email, and if I did not, he had his project on a flash drive, and would print it out.
I explained that the email was satisfactory, but that I was glad that he had come in to see me. I wished him well, congratulated him on following through and completing all of his classes. He thanked me for helping him. Of course, in my usual way, I asked him if he had learned anything from all we had been through. He looked at me strangely for a minute, and said, "to get my work done?"
I responded, "to believe in yourself, and to get your work done!"
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
ADHD
I learned something about Attention Deficit, Hyperativity Disorder today. Both my own, and that of my students.
This morning, I was cleaning out my electronic files, and I came across a screen-saver 'gif' that someone sent me some years ago. It is a small sheep that moves around your screen, jumps, drops, walks, pees, goes up in space ships, dies, etc.
So, the adhd person in me thought, "I will use this during my class today. I have a powerpoint slide show to share during part of my class, and maybe it will help my students focus."
Well, in my period 7 class, which is my most active class, yet most active, the students noticed it immediately. They became agitated. They called out, "What's that?" "Why is there a sheep in our PowerPoint?" "Hey, he's peeing!"
In my period 10 class, which is not necessarily the brightest, but is the most focused, they barely noticed. I tried calling attention to it, but the students just said, "Just tell is about life insurance, what's with the sheep."
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This morning, I was cleaning out my electronic files, and I came across a screen-saver 'gif' that someone sent me some years ago. It is a small sheep that moves around your screen, jumps, drops, walks, pees, goes up in space ships, dies, etc.
So, the adhd person in me thought, "I will use this during my class today. I have a powerpoint slide show to share during part of my class, and maybe it will help my students focus."
Well, in my period 7 class, which is my most active class, yet most active, the students noticed it immediately. They became agitated. They called out, "What's that?" "Why is there a sheep in our PowerPoint?" "Hey, he's peeing!"
In my period 10 class, which is not necessarily the brightest, but is the most focused, they barely noticed. I tried calling attention to it, but the students just said, "Just tell is about life insurance, what's with the sheep."
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Speech
Last Friday night, our school held its annual retirement party. There were six of us retiring, and we were all expected to give a speech.
I usually don't like to get up in front of a group with a prepared speech, but I did prepare a few thoughts. Several people have commented that they enjoyed my remarks, so I am going to share them here:
I have been planning this speech in my head for nearly four years—since I turned in my letter of intent to retire. Oh dear, what to say?! Do I share funny stories about the students? Do I explain where all the skeletons are hidden?
Well, I’m not going to do either. Most of you know my funny stories. (And I just got a new one this week!) And I’m not going to talk about the skeletons with administrators here.
So, instead, I am going to look back a little and look forward a little. Looking back on my years at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I see 6098 days that I thoroughly enjoyed—and the seven that I have left to savor. It is amazing to look back and see the technology changes that we have embraced. Though I still miss fluid duplicator copies!) My greatest regret about leaving is that I won’t be here to see what is going on in my classroom in 30 more years!
Thirty-three years ago, when I interviewed with Donna Mikovich, one of the questions she asked was “How long do you see yourself working here?” Wow. I am just getting out of grad school, I have no idea how to respond! So after a few seconds, I said, “Of course, I don’t have a crystal ball, but I don’t see myself wanting to make a change for at least five years!”
That must have been the right answer, because, now after so many years, I am standing up here, looking out a group of family, colleagues, and dear friends. It is an awesome feeling to see such an illustrious group! Looking back on my career at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I feel truly blessed. Blessed to work with such a fabulous, hard working, devoted faculty. Blessed to be able to teach thousands of really wonderful students and know that I have had an impact on many of them. Blessed to be able to get to know so many families, community members, and business people over the years.
I hesitate to mention names, because I know I would neglect to thank someone in the administration, faculty and staff who have made coming to Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South such a pleasure. But I would but I would be remiss if I did not thank Donna and Bill Trescott for having the confidence in me, when I am not sure that I would have. I would like to thank Sandy Pine, Ann Hittle and Mike Ivancich, my other department chairs who gave me the resources and the freedom to teach to the best of my ability. I would like to thank my partner Mike, who for 26 years, has listened to me ramble on about kids and events and problems at school. Of course, I can’t forget Judy, Elaine, Sharon, Phyllis, the other Phyllis, Karen, and Kristen whose prep period conversations helped me to survive. And I can’t forget the 8250 students who came to my room to learn about the business world.
All year, people have been asking what I plan to do. I am pleased to report that I do not know what I am going to do. But I do know what I am going to ask of those who will still be here—work hard for the students—they don’t realize it but they need what we have to offer; do something for the Association--we wouldn’t be where we are without it; and don’t let the new administrators get away with anything!
Now if you want to hear one of the funny stories, catch me later, and buy me a drink!
I usually don't like to get up in front of a group with a prepared speech, but I did prepare a few thoughts. Several people have commented that they enjoyed my remarks, so I am going to share them here:
I have been planning this speech in my head for nearly four years—since I turned in my letter of intent to retire. Oh dear, what to say?! Do I share funny stories about the students? Do I explain where all the skeletons are hidden?
Well, I’m not going to do either. Most of you know my funny stories. (And I just got a new one this week!) And I’m not going to talk about the skeletons with administrators here.
So, instead, I am going to look back a little and look forward a little. Looking back on my years at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I see 6098 days that I thoroughly enjoyed—and the seven that I have left to savor. It is amazing to look back and see the technology changes that we have embraced. Though I still miss fluid duplicator copies!) My greatest regret about leaving is that I won’t be here to see what is going on in my classroom in 30 more years!
Thirty-three years ago, when I interviewed with Donna Mikovich, one of the questions she asked was “How long do you see yourself working here?” Wow. I am just getting out of grad school, I have no idea how to respond! So after a few seconds, I said, “Of course, I don’t have a crystal ball, but I don’t see myself wanting to make a change for at least five years!”
That must have been the right answer, because, now after so many years, I am standing up here, looking out a group of family, colleagues, and dear friends. It is an awesome feeling to see such an illustrious group! Looking back on my career at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I feel truly blessed. Blessed to work with such a fabulous, hard working, devoted faculty. Blessed to be able to teach thousands of really wonderful students and know that I have had an impact on many of them. Blessed to be able to get to know so many families, community members, and business people over the years.
I hesitate to mention names, because I know I would neglect to thank someone in the administration, faculty and staff who have made coming to Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South such a pleasure. But I would but I would be remiss if I did not thank Donna and Bill Trescott for having the confidence in me, when I am not sure that I would have. I would like to thank Sandy Pine, Ann Hittle and Mike Ivancich, my other department chairs who gave me the resources and the freedom to teach to the best of my ability. I would like to thank my partner Mike, who for 26 years, has listened to me ramble on about kids and events and problems at school. Of course, I can’t forget Judy, Elaine, Sharon, Phyllis, the other Phyllis, Karen, and Kristen whose prep period conversations helped me to survive. And I can’t forget the 8250 students who came to my room to learn about the business world.
All year, people have been asking what I plan to do. I am pleased to report that I do not know what I am going to do. But I do know what I am going to ask of those who will still be here—work hard for the students—they don’t realize it but they need what we have to offer; do something for the Association--we wouldn’t be where we are without it; and don’t let the new administrators get away with anything!
Now if you want to hear one of the funny stories, catch me later, and buy me a drink!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
AND THEN THERE WERE FIVE!
Hard to believe, only five more days for the alarm clock to ring at 5:40!
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Glee
I have papers to grade and grades to record. Senior finals start tomorrow. (I have one class with seniors, and they have a project final. So I have reports to grade tomorrow.)
The rest of the students have objective tests that are machine graded. Yea!
However, I am going to watch Glee, then I will do whatever school work I have energy for.
The rest of the students have objective tests that are machine graded. Yea!
However, I am going to watch Glee, then I will do whatever school work I have energy for.
Mr. Miller
One of my freshman boys interrupted my class today to tell me, "Mr. Miller, this is the only class we are still learning things in."
My quick response was, "That is because I care about you!"
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My quick response was, "That is because I care about you!"
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Desperation
Over the weekend, one of my more immature freshmen sent me an email. He has finally realized that things can make a difference and that there can be consequences. Here is what he said:
Hello Mr. Miller, I am very sorry for acting up in class. I am improving my class behavior as much as I can. I did the math with my grade and because we have 40 points left in the quarter due to homework, if i got a 100% on all of the homework, i would still fall short of a B-. If i did the calculations right. I would get a 78.2 for the quarter. I am pleading for an extra credit oppurtunity and it can be anything, even a 10 page essay if it has to be. If you feel that i dont deserve it or it wouldn't be fair, i would understand. Thank you for a wonderful year, and i learned a lot about business, and about life.
I think I will let him squirm for a while.
Should I take off for capitalization errors?
Hello Mr. Miller, I am very sorry for acting up in class. I am improving my class behavior as much as I can. I did the math with my grade and because we have 40 points left in the quarter due to homework, if i got a 100% on all of the homework, i would still fall short of a B-. If i did the calculations right. I would get a 78.2 for the quarter. I am pleading for an extra credit oppurtunity and it can be anything, even a 10 page essay if it has to be. If you feel that i dont deserve it or it wouldn't be fair, i would understand. Thank you for a wonderful year, and i learned a lot about business, and about life.
I think I will let him squirm for a while.
Should I take off for capitalization errors?
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Surprise!
Last night, one of my dear, dear colleagues surprised me with a surprise party for my upcoming retirement. It was a sweet, sweet evening. There were people from all parts of my life. An amazing crowd.
I have been truly blessed to have such an great group of family, friends, and colleagues.
Now only seven more wake-ups!
I have been truly blessed to have such an great group of family, friends, and colleagues.
Now only seven more wake-ups!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
It Finally Hit Me
It is 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday. I didn't sleep very well last night. It all started yesterday.
At 3:00 my last class ended. Is went to my office to sort some odds and ends of papers, then get the heck out of there. Yesterday at 4:00 was the retirement celebration for school.
All year long I have been just floating through school. I have had great classes, great times, happy days. I was savoring my last year. Then today it hit me. All of a sudden it seemed so final. I had butterflies in my stomach. I started to panic. I didn't want to go to the party. I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't want it to end.
Well. I knew I had to go. I knew that many people were there to see me. Several people had travelled a long way for this event. A dear friend and retiree from several years ago came up from Kentucky. One of my former students, Mike, a great kid, from the class of '91, drove in from Detroit.
Ok. I did go. The party was a a country club near our school. The committee prepared a lovely evening. The food was good. The speeches poignant and only a little too long. There were many hugs. Everyone wished me well, asked me what I was going to do, and told me that I would be very happy.
Like I said, I didn't sleep very well last night. I guess it was a combination of being overtired, excited, and panicked--combined with thinking too much!
Well, now it is 6:45, and I am wide awake. I think I am going to research that Mediteranean cruise that I heard about. There is one that leaves Athens and heads to Barcelona via Tel Aviv and Messina that starts on the day that school starts in the fall. I can't think of a better way to spend my first day of the semester not being at school!
At 3:00 my last class ended. Is went to my office to sort some odds and ends of papers, then get the heck out of there. Yesterday at 4:00 was the retirement celebration for school.
All year long I have been just floating through school. I have had great classes, great times, happy days. I was savoring my last year. Then today it hit me. All of a sudden it seemed so final. I had butterflies in my stomach. I started to panic. I didn't want to go to the party. I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't want it to end.
Well. I knew I had to go. I knew that many people were there to see me. Several people had travelled a long way for this event. A dear friend and retiree from several years ago came up from Kentucky. One of my former students, Mike, a great kid, from the class of '91, drove in from Detroit.
Ok. I did go. The party was a a country club near our school. The committee prepared a lovely evening. The food was good. The speeches poignant and only a little too long. There were many hugs. Everyone wished me well, asked me what I was going to do, and told me that I would be very happy.
Like I said, I didn't sleep very well last night. I guess it was a combination of being overtired, excited, and panicked--combined with thinking too much!
Well, now it is 6:45, and I am wide awake. I think I am going to research that Mediteranean cruise that I heard about. There is one that leaves Athens and heads to Barcelona via Tel Aviv and Messina that starts on the day that school starts in the fall. I can't think of a better way to spend my first day of the semester not being at school!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Quarter Century Club
Our school district started a "club" to recognize those employees who have served for 25 years or more. There is one "meeting" a year. It is a really nice affair--superb dinner, testimonial speeches, a chance to reunite with colleagues from days past.
There is no hand shake or secret word. However, the new inductees are expected to make a speech. The current year's batch of retirees is also recognized.
I was hoping that as one of the retirees, I wouldn't have to make a speech. But, I was going to be prepared. The other day, the bomb scare day, when I wrote my retirement speech, I also wrote a quick speech for tonight, in case I was called on.
While I was not asked to say anything. (Whew!) I thought that my labors should not go to waste, so here it is:
Many years ago, I read the statistic that 50 percent of Americans hated to go to work each day. That day I told myself that the day I hated the thought of going to school in the morning, that would be the day I would go to the principal's office and resign.
Fortunately, that day never came. Looking back on my 33 years at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I see 6097 days that I thoroughly enjoyed--and the eight that I have left to savor.
Looking back I have had a lot of fun working with my students, seen amazing technology changes (thought I still miss fluid duplicator copies), and have had the privilege to work with some tremendously professional teachers.
I need to thank Donna Mikovich and Bill Trescott for having confidence in me, High School District No. 86 for supporting me, my business department colleagues who have been more than coworkers (they have become my dear friends), and my students--for they are the reason I get up in the morning!
There is no hand shake or secret word. However, the new inductees are expected to make a speech. The current year's batch of retirees is also recognized.
I was hoping that as one of the retirees, I wouldn't have to make a speech. But, I was going to be prepared. The other day, the bomb scare day, when I wrote my retirement speech, I also wrote a quick speech for tonight, in case I was called on.
While I was not asked to say anything. (Whew!) I thought that my labors should not go to waste, so here it is:
Many years ago, I read the statistic that 50 percent of Americans hated to go to work each day. That day I told myself that the day I hated the thought of going to school in the morning, that would be the day I would go to the principal's office and resign.
Fortunately, that day never came. Looking back on my 33 years at Hinsdale Central and Hinsdale South, I see 6097 days that I thoroughly enjoyed--and the eight that I have left to savor.
Looking back I have had a lot of fun working with my students, seen amazing technology changes (thought I still miss fluid duplicator copies), and have had the privilege to work with some tremendously professional teachers.
I need to thank Donna Mikovich and Bill Trescott for having confidence in me, High School District No. 86 for supporting me, my business department colleagues who have been more than coworkers (they have become my dear friends), and my students--for they are the reason I get up in the morning!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Bust
We got through the day uneventfully. Of course there wasn't any bomb. There were no problems.
Many of the kids expressed concern that they were in danger, as I mentioned before. More expressed jealousy that their friends were out having fun, and they had to be in school. Word on the street was that half of the seniors were at the beach and the other half were playing golf. (My students, I know, were doing the work I put on the class web site!)
For me, the best thing was seeing the building not overcrowded. Our building was originally built for 400 students. Today, gobs of additions later, we have 2700 kids crowding the classrooms and hallways. The passing periods are a nightmare.
I went through my day, as I would have. However, I did have some extra time--so I wrote my speech for the district's retirement party!
Many of the kids expressed concern that they were in danger, as I mentioned before. More expressed jealousy that their friends were out having fun, and they had to be in school. Word on the street was that half of the seniors were at the beach and the other half were playing golf. (My students, I know, were doing the work I put on the class web site!)
For me, the best thing was seeing the building not overcrowded. Our building was originally built for 400 students. Today, gobs of additions later, we have 2700 kids crowding the classrooms and hallways. The passing periods are a nightmare.
I went through my day, as I would have. However, I did have some extra time--so I wrote my speech for the district's retirement party!
Boring Day
Today is the day of our bomb scare. As mentioned earlier, some idiot scratched a threat into the wall of one of the bathroom stalls--a girl's bathroom.
Lot's of kids stayed home today. I am sitting here in class with about 75 percent of the students absent.
I was mean. I made my students actually work in my first hour class. Now, in second hour, we went over the questions, with the four students who are not taking advantage of the situation, I talked about a few things, and am allowing some time for makeup work on a project. Three of the four needed that.
We'll see how the day goes. Word on the street has it that more are disappearing during the day. "My friends aren't here, Mom, so could you call me out.
Funny story--in first period, one of my students was talking about how mean his mother was. As she was dropping him off this morning, Norman said, "Mom, I'm afraid, don't make me go to school today!" To which mom replied, "Don't worry, if anything happens, I've got several spares at home!"
Lot's of kids stayed home today. I am sitting here in class with about 75 percent of the students absent.
I was mean. I made my students actually work in my first hour class. Now, in second hour, we went over the questions, with the four students who are not taking advantage of the situation, I talked about a few things, and am allowing some time for makeup work on a project. Three of the four needed that.
We'll see how the day goes. Word on the street has it that more are disappearing during the day. "My friends aren't here, Mom, so could you call me out.
Funny story--in first period, one of my students was talking about how mean his mother was. As she was dropping him off this morning, Norman said, "Mom, I'm afraid, don't make me go to school today!" To which mom replied, "Don't worry, if anything happens, I've got several spares at home!"
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Picnic
Today our school held an all-school picnic to reward the students for good behavior this year--that is fewer tardies and fewer discipline referrals for cell phone use. Well, ok, tardies weren't better, and neither was cell phone use. And we had a major vandalism attack (obscene spray paint) and a bomb scare that got blown out of proportion. (No pun intended!) But we still rewarded the students with a special picnic.
We had free hot dogs, free chips, free cookies, and free bottled water. So instead of five separate lunch hours (well, lunch 25 minutes) 2700 students and a couple hundred faculty and staff marched out to the football field to huddle in the cold and enjoy our frankfurters. (Funny most of my students did not know that name, but they laughed when I used the other synonym.
An hour was allowed for these festivities. I spent some time gabbing with some colleagues, networking with my union president, and enjoying watching the students frolicing on the grass.
About 30 minutes into the picnic, I looked toward the opposite end of the stadium and saw a large group of of students with water bottles sailing overhead. Open water bottles, so the water was spraying out! It actually looked quite pretty and like it was a lot of fun. Of course, it also looked like a law suit waiting to happen.
Of course, the administration took exception to this. (And the professional part of me that remains felt that this fracas could only end poorly.) So, the picnic screeched to a halt, and we were all sent back into the school. Of course, the students got there before the teachers, and crowds of students ran up and down the halls for about 20 minutes. . .
Hopefully, this is not an omen of things to come. Perhaps not, tomorrow is our bomb scare. Word on the street is that not many are going to come to schol tomorrow. We'll see. I'll be there, unafraid, ready to educate the youth of America!
We had free hot dogs, free chips, free cookies, and free bottled water. So instead of five separate lunch hours (well, lunch 25 minutes) 2700 students and a couple hundred faculty and staff marched out to the football field to huddle in the cold and enjoy our frankfurters. (Funny most of my students did not know that name, but they laughed when I used the other synonym.
An hour was allowed for these festivities. I spent some time gabbing with some colleagues, networking with my union president, and enjoying watching the students frolicing on the grass.
About 30 minutes into the picnic, I looked toward the opposite end of the stadium and saw a large group of of students with water bottles sailing overhead. Open water bottles, so the water was spraying out! It actually looked quite pretty and like it was a lot of fun. Of course, it also looked like a law suit waiting to happen.
Of course, the administration took exception to this. (And the professional part of me that remains felt that this fracas could only end poorly.) So, the picnic screeched to a halt, and we were all sent back into the school. Of course, the students got there before the teachers, and crowds of students ran up and down the halls for about 20 minutes. . .
Hopefully, this is not an omen of things to come. Perhaps not, tomorrow is our bomb scare. Word on the street is that not many are going to come to schol tomorrow. We'll see. I'll be there, unafraid, ready to educate the youth of America!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Panic!
My students were all abuzz over the bomb scare. Many are afraid to come to school. . . Many wondered why we didn't close school . . .
I told them that we have had many bomb scares in the decades that I have been there, and that we can't give in and close school. That would only breed more copy cat graffiti. Sadly, in reality, if someone is going to do something horrific, they aren't going to tell anyone. To me it seems like a kid didn't want to take a test on Wednesday.
So, being the mean teacher that I am, I told my students that I would be there, that Wednesday's assignment was still due on Wednesday. But, if they didn't feel comfortable coming to school, they could email or fax me their assignments. I told them that I would also post any important information on the class web site.
We'll see how things go. All I know is that on Tuesday there is going to be an all-school picnic--3,000 people on the football field for hot dogs!
Hot dog!
I told them that we have had many bomb scares in the decades that I have been there, and that we can't give in and close school. That would only breed more copy cat graffiti. Sadly, in reality, if someone is going to do something horrific, they aren't going to tell anyone. To me it seems like a kid didn't want to take a test on Wednesday.
So, being the mean teacher that I am, I told my students that I would be there, that Wednesday's assignment was still due on Wednesday. But, if they didn't feel comfortable coming to school, they could email or fax me their assignments. I told them that I would also post any important information on the class web site.
We'll see how things go. All I know is that on Tuesday there is going to be an all-school picnic--3,000 people on the football field for hot dogs!
Hot dog!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Bomb, 5/19/10
This morning, one of our students scrawled on a mirror in the bathroom, "Bomb, 5/19/10".
I had hoped that this school year would end quietly and uneventfully. I know there won't be a bomb. I know that the kids are anxious to get out of here, I am, too. I know that some parents will be afraid to send their kids. I am sure it is just some kid being silly.
All I know, is that I will be here, and we will do what I already have planned.
And I won't be making any references to Alice Cooper!
I had hoped that this school year would end quietly and uneventfully. I know there won't be a bomb. I know that the kids are anxious to get out of here, I am, too. I know that some parents will be afraid to send their kids. I am sure it is just some kid being silly.
All I know, is that I will be here, and we will do what I already have planned.
And I won't be making any references to Alice Cooper!
Fight
Today, at the end of a very uneventful school day, I headed down to the pop machine for a Dr. Pepper.
On my way back to my office, I see a big crowd gathered in a circle in the front entrance. Damn. A fight.
So being the professional teacher that I am, I charged into the fray. It seems that one group of our less than stellar students took exception to something that another group of less than steller students said, and a fracas ensued.
I knew two of the thugs, but not the other two. However, a dean, three other teachers, building security person, and a police officer were able to located the others and wisk them off to the office. Too much adrenaline and testosterone . . .
On my way back to my office, I see a big crowd gathered in a circle in the front entrance. Damn. A fight.
So being the professional teacher that I am, I charged into the fray. It seems that one group of our less than stellar students took exception to something that another group of less than steller students said, and a fracas ensued.
I knew two of the thugs, but not the other two. However, a dean, three other teachers, building security person, and a police officer were able to located the others and wisk them off to the office. Too much adrenaline and testosterone . . .
I Love You, Mr. Miller!
My Intro to Business students are working on a project right now. I think I mentioned it before. It is a business simulation--the students learn to write checks, keep a ledger, keep simple journals--simple behind-the-scenes things that a business would have to do.
Some of my students are very frustrated--this is something very different from other school assignments--which is why I like it, and have used it for many years.
My biggest whiner, I'll call him Wilson, just sits and complains. So much so, that I have just tuned him out.
Today, at the end of class, Wilson stayed after to ask me, "Mr. Miller, why are you being so mean to us? Why do we have to do this project? Can't we quit?"
"I won't let you quit! I won't let you fail!" I said, "I care too much about you to let you not succeed!"
Wilson looked at me for a second, and said, "I love you, Mr. Miller." There was a long pause, and he added, " . . . but not in a homosexual way!"
I just smiled and said, "Get outa here!"
Some of my students are very frustrated--this is something very different from other school assignments--which is why I like it, and have used it for many years.
My biggest whiner, I'll call him Wilson, just sits and complains. So much so, that I have just tuned him out.
Today, at the end of class, Wilson stayed after to ask me, "Mr. Miller, why are you being so mean to us? Why do we have to do this project? Can't we quit?"
"I won't let you quit! I won't let you fail!" I said, "I care too much about you to let you not succeed!"
Wilson looked at me for a second, and said, "I love you, Mr. Miller." There was a long pause, and he added, " . . . but not in a homosexual way!"
I just smiled and said, "Get outa here!"
Almost . . .
My buddy, Ferdinand, was almost on time today--only 30 seconds after the bell. I guess that is close enough!
He came in, took his test like he knew what he was doing!
Haven't graded the papers yet, but I sure hope he did well. I want him to pass!
By the way, several have commented the choice of Ferdinand for this individual. I chose this name because this individual sure likes to stop and smell the flowers.
When I was a child, the first book I checked out of the library when I got my library card was "Ferdinand the Bull."
He came in, took his test like he knew what he was doing!
Haven't graded the papers yet, but I sure hope he did well. I want him to pass!
By the way, several have commented the choice of Ferdinand for this individual. I chose this name because this individual sure likes to stop and smell the flowers.
When I was a child, the first book I checked out of the library when I got my library card was "Ferdinand the Bull."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Late Again . . .
My senior student, we'll call him Ferdinand, was late to class again today. Just a few minutes, but late.
Lucky for him, he was able to wend his way through the hallways without getting caught. Thought I was supposed to not let him in and send him to the In-School Suspension room, I waved him in.
After class, I talked with him. Actually, he came up to talk to me, before I could ask him to stay after class. He again apologized, very sincerely.
We talked a minute more, and I asked if he needed me to give him a "wake-up call" at 5:40 when I get up. Ferdinand then told me that he was the one who needed to take control of his life and get to school on time. That no one could do it for him. He ended by saying, "I can do it."
I hope he can . . .
Lucky for him, he was able to wend his way through the hallways without getting caught. Thought I was supposed to not let him in and send him to the In-School Suspension room, I waved him in.
After class, I talked with him. Actually, he came up to talk to me, before I could ask him to stay after class. He again apologized, very sincerely.
We talked a minute more, and I asked if he needed me to give him a "wake-up call" at 5:40 when I get up. Ferdinand then told me that he was the one who needed to take control of his life and get to school on time. That no one could do it for him. He ended by saying, "I can do it."
I hope he can . . .
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
My Lost Soul
I have a student in class this semester, who is a repeat customer. He is a lost soul.
Rough family situation. Rough, in so many ways. . .
He is in my first hour class. He communicates very well with me. He can't get to school on time. He can't get up in the morning. He wants to do well, but he can't . . .
Today, our seniors had an "act of civil disobedience." My young gentlemen, did not participate, but he got caught up in it.
We had a late arrival day today. School started at 10 a.m. instead of 8 a.m. The seniors had a tailgate breakfast in the senior parking lot, with the intention of having the entire senior class arrive late to overwhelm the attendance system.
Well, my young buddy was arrive late, as usual. The security staff was lying in wait. He got caught. As he has had several tardies already, his punishment was a day of "ISS"--In School Suspension--a fate worse than death.
Of course, I would rather him be in class. He will gain much more by being in my room--even if he is a few minutes late. (Hell--I think I was late every day when I was in high school--but that is a story for a different day. Thank you Mr. Justice!)
Tomorrow, I will talk with the dean, who is a dear friend of mine. I will explain that is no punishment to remove my student from my class, but it is enough punishment to make him come to my room and work.
One of the things I think I am most effective at is reaching through to troubled young students and giving them the push (and sometimes the kick in the ass) that they need.
We'll see how this goes tomorrow. Please, Mr. Dean, don't stack the deck against this troubled youngster . . .
Rough family situation. Rough, in so many ways. . .
He is in my first hour class. He communicates very well with me. He can't get to school on time. He can't get up in the morning. He wants to do well, but he can't . . .
Today, our seniors had an "act of civil disobedience." My young gentlemen, did not participate, but he got caught up in it.
We had a late arrival day today. School started at 10 a.m. instead of 8 a.m. The seniors had a tailgate breakfast in the senior parking lot, with the intention of having the entire senior class arrive late to overwhelm the attendance system.
Well, my young buddy was arrive late, as usual. The security staff was lying in wait. He got caught. As he has had several tardies already, his punishment was a day of "ISS"--In School Suspension--a fate worse than death.
Of course, I would rather him be in class. He will gain much more by being in my room--even if he is a few minutes late. (Hell--I think I was late every day when I was in high school--but that is a story for a different day. Thank you Mr. Justice!)
Tomorrow, I will talk with the dean, who is a dear friend of mine. I will explain that is no punishment to remove my student from my class, but it is enough punishment to make him come to my room and work.
One of the things I think I am most effective at is reaching through to troubled young students and giving them the push (and sometimes the kick in the ass) that they need.
We'll see how this goes tomorrow. Please, Mr. Dean, don't stack the deck against this troubled youngster . . .
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Activities
Several weeks ago, the activities director at school invited me to a luncheon. It was being held by the activities directors in our conference as a part of their spring meeting.
I didn't know what to expect, but each activites director was asked to bring retiring club sponsors that they wanted to recognize for their contributions to their respective schools.
My activites director, who I have know for years, invited me and three others. We had a great time. There were several others from our school, so we had a table to ourselves. The conversation was fantastic--"Do you remember so-and-so?" "Remember when . . ."
Pam said nice things about all of us. I never do things because someone is going to notice, but it sure felt good to hear colleagues whose opinions I value, recognize the positive things that I have done over the years.
Sadly, the 'golden age' of student activities at our school I fear has passed. Our administration has instituted some draconian policies and repressive rules that have really put a damper on student clubs and organizations. Not for budgetary reasons, but because they are afraid--afraid of lawsuits and afraid that one of us might get away with some of the district's money. Very sad.
On the bright side, the luncheon, which was at a very nice restaurant near our school, lasted longer than the usual 20 minutes I usually have each day! The opportunity to discuss a topic in detail, with really interesting people is so, so nice! Of course, I would never presume to be able to eat lunch from 11:30 to 2:30 each day, but 30 minutes would be fabulous!
I didn't know what to expect, but each activites director was asked to bring retiring club sponsors that they wanted to recognize for their contributions to their respective schools.
My activites director, who I have know for years, invited me and three others. We had a great time. There were several others from our school, so we had a table to ourselves. The conversation was fantastic--"Do you remember so-and-so?" "Remember when . . ."
Pam said nice things about all of us. I never do things because someone is going to notice, but it sure felt good to hear colleagues whose opinions I value, recognize the positive things that I have done over the years.
Sadly, the 'golden age' of student activities at our school I fear has passed. Our administration has instituted some draconian policies and repressive rules that have really put a damper on student clubs and organizations. Not for budgetary reasons, but because they are afraid--afraid of lawsuits and afraid that one of us might get away with some of the district's money. Very sad.
On the bright side, the luncheon, which was at a very nice restaurant near our school, lasted longer than the usual 20 minutes I usually have each day! The opportunity to discuss a topic in detail, with really interesting people is so, so nice! Of course, I would never presume to be able to eat lunch from 11:30 to 2:30 each day, but 30 minutes would be fabulous!
I Don't Mean to be Disrespectful . . .
When I got to work this morning, and checked my email, I was met with an email from a disgruntled student. It said in part, "I don't know how you can expect us to take a test on Friday. You haven't even given us our last test back."
Well, my goal is to always give tests back in a timely manner. This test was no different. However, my very anxious student had been absent the day I handed the tests back.
Oh, well. Can't please everybody.
Well, my goal is to always give tests back in a timely manner. This test was no different. However, my very anxious student had been absent the day I handed the tests back.
Oh, well. Can't please everybody.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Don't Quit Your Day Job!
This weekend, I didn't do anything for school. I actually wasn't avoiding anything, I just didn't have anything to do. I was caught up!
Instead, we went to my cousins' farm in Michigan. Several times a year, a group of the cousins will get together. It is usually when a crop is coming in--spring for asparagus, fall for apples. It is always a time to hang out, tell the family stories (some old, some new--the new one this year was about Al Capone), eat too much food, tip a few beverages, etc. This year was no different.
The weather in southeast Michigan has not been very conducive to agriculture. Too cold for the apples and grapes, not warm enough for the asparagus. I learned quite a big about the vagarities of being a farmer. Seems like the deck is always stacked against you.
Anyway, this year, the asparagus is coming in slow, and tonight there is supposed to be a hard frost which could damage the crop. There wasn't a lot there, but it needed to be harvested. Not economically feasible to hire pickers, so the relatives all pitched in. They have a really cool device, kinda like a triple-wide go kart that five can ride. As the device goes over the rows, you bend over and snap those sprouts that are long enough. We worked for four or five hours, picked around 400 pounds of asparagus. After the work was done, more food.
Over lunch, one of my cousins commented that I shouldn't quit my day job. I think either noticed my ineptness at harvesting, or recognized that being a migrant farmer doesn't pay well. (I hope it was the latter.)
Then it hit me, I have quit my day job . . . but I don't think I am going to become a gentlemen farmer.
Instead, we went to my cousins' farm in Michigan. Several times a year, a group of the cousins will get together. It is usually when a crop is coming in--spring for asparagus, fall for apples. It is always a time to hang out, tell the family stories (some old, some new--the new one this year was about Al Capone), eat too much food, tip a few beverages, etc. This year was no different.
The weather in southeast Michigan has not been very conducive to agriculture. Too cold for the apples and grapes, not warm enough for the asparagus. I learned quite a big about the vagarities of being a farmer. Seems like the deck is always stacked against you.
Anyway, this year, the asparagus is coming in slow, and tonight there is supposed to be a hard frost which could damage the crop. There wasn't a lot there, but it needed to be harvested. Not economically feasible to hire pickers, so the relatives all pitched in. They have a really cool device, kinda like a triple-wide go kart that five can ride. As the device goes over the rows, you bend over and snap those sprouts that are long enough. We worked for four or five hours, picked around 400 pounds of asparagus. After the work was done, more food.
Over lunch, one of my cousins commented that I shouldn't quit my day job. I think either noticed my ineptness at harvesting, or recognized that being a migrant farmer doesn't pay well. (I hope it was the latter.)
Then it hit me, I have quit my day job . . . but I don't think I am going to become a gentlemen farmer.
Friday, May 7, 2010
"Do you have a Facebook?" a voice rang out. "I heard that you did!"
"Why would I have a Facebook?" I responded. (Of course I do have one and enjoy using it to keep up with my family and friends..)
"We want to keep in touch with you!" another young voice cried. "I saw your picture!" another exclaimed.
"Ok, I have one."
"Can we be your friend?!"
"No."
"Oh, please . . . !"
"Ok. If, one year after you graduate, you still are interested in keeping in touch with me, then I'll consider it."
Since the oldest of these students is in 10th grade, I somehow doubt that they will remember in three years that they were even in my class. . . I hope!
"Why would I have a Facebook?" I responded. (Of course I do have one and enjoy using it to keep up with my family and friends..)
"We want to keep in touch with you!" another young voice cried. "I saw your picture!" another exclaimed.
"Ok, I have one."
"Can we be your friend?!"
"No."
"Oh, please . . . !"
"Ok. If, one year after you graduate, you still are interested in keeping in touch with me, then I'll consider it."
Since the oldest of these students is in 10th grade, I somehow doubt that they will remember in three years that they were even in my class. . . I hope!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
100% Test Score
Today, I finished grading a set of tests for my Marketing class. The topic was Product Development--an interesting topic, at least to me.
Most of the grades were quite mediocre. I know it is the end of the semester. I know I have a lot of seniors.
However, I did have one 100% paper. Every question correct on the objective part, the essay response was very well done. There is one interesting thing. . .
This student has only been in the country for about nine months. Growing up in northern Europe, Inge did study English "back home." However, her English is better than most of my native speakers. Her contributions to class discussion more intuitive. Her grades much better.
What are we missing here?
Most of the grades were quite mediocre. I know it is the end of the semester. I know I have a lot of seniors.
However, I did have one 100% paper. Every question correct on the objective part, the essay response was very well done. There is one interesting thing. . .
This student has only been in the country for about nine months. Growing up in northern Europe, Inge did study English "back home." However, her English is better than most of my native speakers. Her contributions to class discussion more intuitive. Her grades much better.
What are we missing here?
Can I Have Some Ice Cream?
Yesterday, after school our administration had an Ice Cream Social for us, as a part of the festivities for Teacher Appreciation Week.
I got my ice cream, and was standing there, enjoying my mint chocolate chip, when one of my more immature freshman boys came up to me. "Mr. Miller, would you get me some ice cream?" he said.
"Oh, no, that would be inappropriate, the ice cream is just for the teachers," was my response. "But since you are here, I'd like to talk with you for a minute. . . let's sit down."
So, I had a little chat with young Jonathan about being in high school now, and maturity, and how I was disappointed that he had not grown up more this year. I told him that my big regret in leaving was that I wouldn't be there next year to give him the push (or kick) he needed when he got out of line.
Jonathan agreed that he needed to work more at growing up. "Sometimes I don't try as much as I should. But I'll try harder."
"Thank you," he said for our little talk.
"And you still can't have any ice cream," I said, as we shook hands and parted.
I got my ice cream, and was standing there, enjoying my mint chocolate chip, when one of my more immature freshman boys came up to me. "Mr. Miller, would you get me some ice cream?" he said.
"Oh, no, that would be inappropriate, the ice cream is just for the teachers," was my response. "But since you are here, I'd like to talk with you for a minute. . . let's sit down."
So, I had a little chat with young Jonathan about being in high school now, and maturity, and how I was disappointed that he had not grown up more this year. I told him that my big regret in leaving was that I wouldn't be there next year to give him the push (or kick) he needed when he got out of line.
Jonathan agreed that he needed to work more at growing up. "Sometimes I don't try as much as I should. But I'll try harder."
"Thank you," he said for our little talk.
"And you still can't have any ice cream," I said, as we shook hands and parted.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Have You Ever Done Acid?
This week is National Teacher Appreciation Week. Not quite a Hallmark holiday, but it is nice when people notice that you are doing a good job. At our school, a whole week of festivities were organized--including five casual-dress days. Such as pajama day, Hawaiian shirt day--you get the picture.
Well, I didn't do pajama day, that just isn't me. Ok, it wasn't pajama day, it was flannel pants day--or anything with elastic day--but that still isn't me. Today, however, I wore this really trippy batik, sort of; tie die, sort of shirt, with a pair of really comfortable jeans. (That is me!)
I had not more than started teaching my first hour class. (It is a marketing class (which I really love to teach), and I have a fabulous group of human being that I just love.) So, I am in the middle of a brilliant thought, and one of my more precocious students, called out, "Mr. Miller, have you ever done acid?"
Of course, everything screeched to a halt. I must have gotten this shocked look on my face, because all of the students were staring at me, waiting for a response.
"No, why do you ask?" I inquired.
"Because your shirt is so trippy! You are a baby boomer, and only boomers and people who do acid wear shirts like that!"
What more could I say?
So my response was, "As I was saying about Chapter 12 . . ."
Well, I didn't do pajama day, that just isn't me. Ok, it wasn't pajama day, it was flannel pants day--or anything with elastic day--but that still isn't me. Today, however, I wore this really trippy batik, sort of; tie die, sort of shirt, with a pair of really comfortable jeans. (That is me!)
I had not more than started teaching my first hour class. (It is a marketing class (which I really love to teach), and I have a fabulous group of human being that I just love.) So, I am in the middle of a brilliant thought, and one of my more precocious students, called out, "Mr. Miller, have you ever done acid?"
Of course, everything screeched to a halt. I must have gotten this shocked look on my face, because all of the students were staring at me, waiting for a response.
"No, why do you ask?" I inquired.
"Because your shirt is so trippy! You are a baby boomer, and only boomers and people who do acid wear shirts like that!"
What more could I say?
So my response was, "As I was saying about Chapter 12 . . ."
20 More School Days!
I'm not counting down. Everyone is counting for me! Every day several people come up to me to let me know.
It is starting to feel weird.
Today's also my birthday! Happy Cinco de Mayo!
It is starting to feel weird.
Today's also my birthday! Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Save The Gingers!
Today, things were going well in my 5th period class. They are my most rambunctious class, but my smartest. So I never know what to expect.
At about the middle of the class, my Australian student called out, "Brad, your hair is on fire!"
Normally, this would have not been a problem. Most of the freshmen and sophomores can handle an insult or joke and just throw it back. However, Brad, who has lightly red hair, is very serious about everything and takes everything very seriously. So he was highly insulted and indignant.
I had to stop everything and pull my Aussie friend on the side and have a little discussion. Of course, I also needed to refer this to our dean's office. We don't tolerate bullying or harrasment, thankfully. So, Aussie will have a private audience with my friend the dean!
At about the middle of the class, my Australian student called out, "Brad, your hair is on fire!"
Normally, this would have not been a problem. Most of the freshmen and sophomores can handle an insult or joke and just throw it back. However, Brad, who has lightly red hair, is very serious about everything and takes everything very seriously. So he was highly insulted and indignant.
I had to stop everything and pull my Aussie friend on the side and have a little discussion. Of course, I also needed to refer this to our dean's office. We don't tolerate bullying or harrasment, thankfully. So, Aussie will have a private audience with my friend the dean!
Monday, May 3, 2010
I forgot, Mr. Miller . . .
Today, my students were supposed to have the kit that we need for our final project. It is a really cool business simulation where the students "get a job" in a hypothetical business, complete various tasks, and see just what happens behind the scenes.
I've been talking about this for several weeks. I've given the students a note to take their parents explaining the extra cost (approved of course, by the school--we've been doing such projects for years in this class). I even scheduled a trip to the bookstore during class so that the students could purchase their kits a week ago.
Today, in my last hour class, one of my students. Came up to me and said, "I don't have my kit, because I was absent, and didn't know that I needed it.
Well, young Brittany has been absent. Absent more than any other student. Absent about 45 times this year.
Brittany also expects that if she doesn't do something, all she needs to do is smile, blink her eyelids, and look coy, and everything will be taken care of.
So, anyway, I didn't want to get into it, so I explained that the rest of the class would be doing their project in class, and that she needed to pay attention to the instructions, because I was going to expect her to get the materials and get caught up on her own. Of course, she smiled, blinked, and coyly said that she would be glad to.
I started to introduce the project, guiding the students through their initial 'jobs.' Young Brittany, then took out a bag of chocolate chip cookies, and very ceremoniously began to eat them.
As if that wasn't bad enought, she didn't even offer me any!
I've been talking about this for several weeks. I've given the students a note to take their parents explaining the extra cost (approved of course, by the school--we've been doing such projects for years in this class). I even scheduled a trip to the bookstore during class so that the students could purchase their kits a week ago.
Today, in my last hour class, one of my students. Came up to me and said, "I don't have my kit, because I was absent, and didn't know that I needed it.
Well, young Brittany has been absent. Absent more than any other student. Absent about 45 times this year.
Brittany also expects that if she doesn't do something, all she needs to do is smile, blink her eyelids, and look coy, and everything will be taken care of.
So, anyway, I didn't want to get into it, so I explained that the rest of the class would be doing their project in class, and that she needed to pay attention to the instructions, because I was going to expect her to get the materials and get caught up on her own. Of course, she smiled, blinked, and coyly said that she would be glad to.
I started to introduce the project, guiding the students through their initial 'jobs.' Young Brittany, then took out a bag of chocolate chip cookies, and very ceremoniously began to eat them.
As if that wasn't bad enought, she didn't even offer me any!
oH, mY . . .!
On Friday, while my students were taking their test, one of my students called me over to answer a question. He was fishing for help with a question that he did not know.
Of course, I was as evasive as I usually am in these situations. I usually give a smart-alecky remark like, "I don't know, I didn't read the chapter!"
Anyway, as I was talking to him, I looked down, and saw that he had a temporary tattoo on his right hand. Not just any tatoo. Not a skull and crossbones. Not a heart with an arrow through it. Not even a bathing beauty. It was a tattoo of a 'membrum virilis.' An erect penis!
My initial response was "What the . . . is that!?!?" Young Ricardo's response was, "Oh, it isn't what you think it is, it is just a bug."
Now, I am not an expert at entymology, but I have never seen a bug like that!
Where would someone get such a thing!?!
Of course, I was as evasive as I usually am in these situations. I usually give a smart-alecky remark like, "I don't know, I didn't read the chapter!"
Anyway, as I was talking to him, I looked down, and saw that he had a temporary tattoo on his right hand. Not just any tatoo. Not a skull and crossbones. Not a heart with an arrow through it. Not even a bathing beauty. It was a tattoo of a 'membrum virilis.' An erect penis!
My initial response was "What the . . . is that!?!?" Young Ricardo's response was, "Oh, it isn't what you think it is, it is just a bug."
Now, I am not an expert at entymology, but I have never seen a bug like that!
Where would someone get such a thing!?!
Weekend
I had a really nice weekend. I stayed away from the blog, thoughts of school, any dealing of responsibility. It was wonderful.
We saw a fabulous show at the Goodman Theatre in Chicago. If you are in town, I hope you can catch it before it closes on May 23. The show is called Hephaestus. It is based on the story from Greek mythology, of Hephestus, the god of volcanoes. Anyway, it is not a stuffy story, it is his story, told through a child's eyes, with circuses! Sounds wierd. But there are some amazing journeys up Mount Olympus by some really talented tight rope walkers! There are even a few Walendas in the cast. (No, I never had any of them in class, but it would have been really cool if I had.
So, I will catch up on a few interesting stories . . .
We saw a fabulous show at the Goodman Theatre in Chicago. If you are in town, I hope you can catch it before it closes on May 23. The show is called Hephaestus. It is based on the story from Greek mythology, of Hephestus, the god of volcanoes. Anyway, it is not a stuffy story, it is his story, told through a child's eyes, with circuses! Sounds wierd. But there are some amazing journeys up Mount Olympus by some really talented tight rope walkers! There are even a few Walendas in the cast. (No, I never had any of them in class, but it would have been really cool if I had.
So, I will catch up on a few interesting stories . . .
Friday, April 30, 2010
Which Month is March?
We're taking the test in my 7th hour class, and everything is quiet and I am grading the banking test papers from the earlier classes. I was just interrupted by my friend from yesterday, who called out, Which month is March?
One of the questions involves writing two checks, and the scenario takes place in March. However, he didn't remember the number.
Perhaps we 'through the baby out with the bathwater' when we stopped making students memorize anything.
One of the questions involves writing two checks, and the scenario takes place in March. However, he didn't remember the number.
Perhaps we 'through the baby out with the bathwater' when we stopped making students memorize anything.
Tests Today!
Today, I am giving tests in all five of my classes. Easy day, but boring. However, that means that I have five sets of tests to grade. One set has essay questions, the other four have business math problems (checking account) problems that I have to grade by hand. I had hoped to stagger them through the week, but we had wierd schedules with the Prairie State tests on Wednesday and Thursday. Oh well.
Yesterday, I did something that I don't like to do. I referred a kid to the dean's office for discipline. He had been disrupting class with chirping sounds (a sophomore!) for several days, and I assigned him a detention with me. He didn't come in. (I forgot, Mr. Miller, I'm sorry!) So the dean assigned him a Saturday detention. When he came back to class, he was angry, and punished by not talking!
I kept him after class, because what I really wanted to was talk with him--the referral route usually doesn't do more than get their attention. So we had a quick chat. The young man seems to want to do well, but just can't. I think there are some ADHD issues that have not been diagnosed. But anyway, after young Johnny saying that he wanted to do better, I told him that he could, but he had to be the one to do it. And I ended with, "remember you are in high school now, it is time to put the diapers away, and wear the big boy pants!"
Yesterday, I did something that I don't like to do. I referred a kid to the dean's office for discipline. He had been disrupting class with chirping sounds (a sophomore!) for several days, and I assigned him a detention with me. He didn't come in. (I forgot, Mr. Miller, I'm sorry!) So the dean assigned him a Saturday detention. When he came back to class, he was angry, and punished by not talking!
I kept him after class, because what I really wanted to was talk with him--the referral route usually doesn't do more than get their attention. So we had a quick chat. The young man seems to want to do well, but just can't. I think there are some ADHD issues that have not been diagnosed. But anyway, after young Johnny saying that he wanted to do better, I told him that he could, but he had to be the one to do it. And I ended with, "remember you are in high school now, it is time to put the diapers away, and wear the big boy pants!"
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Late Work
Tonight I did one of my least favorite things. I graded makeup and late work. Such a pain.
But it is done. I have updated the student's records on-line. It is 9 p.m., and I am tired.
Long day tomorrow.
But it is done. I have updated the student's records on-line. It is 9 p.m., and I am tired.
Long day tomorrow.
Early Dismissal Day
Today was our early dismissal day. The students were dismissed at 12:45, and the teachers had meetings or worked on committee projects.
My students asked me what we did without them here. I explained that we had meetings. One of them called out, "I'll bet the teachers all run down the hallways yelling." Another suggested that we eat pizza and drink beer.
Yes, I have a lot of sophomores!
By the way, I was lucky. I didn't have any meetings, so I cleaned out files. LOTS of paper went into the recycling bin. But one thing didn't . At the bottom of a file drawer I found a fluid duplicator master, or ditto master, for an assignment I used in 1978. I checked the typing, which I did myself, and there was only one error, which I had corrected. Damn, I was good. What happened?!
My students asked me what we did without them here. I explained that we had meetings. One of them called out, "I'll bet the teachers all run down the hallways yelling." Another suggested that we eat pizza and drink beer.
Yes, I have a lot of sophomores!
By the way, I was lucky. I didn't have any meetings, so I cleaned out files. LOTS of paper went into the recycling bin. But one thing didn't . At the bottom of a file drawer I found a fluid duplicator master, or ditto master, for an assignment I used in 1978. I checked the typing, which I did myself, and there was only one error, which I had corrected. Damn, I was good. What happened?!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Twenty-five!
Today, one of my colleagues came up tome in the halllway and asked if I knew how many days were left.
I told him that I didn't know how many there were. I really haven't been interested in paying too close attention.
Well, this individual, who our students know as 'Monopoly Man,' because he looks like this namesake, told me that he knew--there are only 25 days of school after today.
Wow!
I told him that I didn't know how many there were. I really haven't been interested in paying too close attention.
Well, this individual, who our students know as 'Monopoly Man,' because he looks like this namesake, told me that he knew--there are only 25 days of school after today.
Wow!
Lost!?!
A couple of weeks ago, I received my paperwork from the Illinois Teacher's Retirement System for my pension. I was supposed to send the paperwork to my adminstration to have them complete the report documenting my years of employement and my remaining sick days.
I sent them to the administrative assistant of our business manager. As I was placing these documents in the interoffice mail envelope, I thought, "I hope these papers don't get lost in the mail between here and 'across the street.'
Well, a few days ago, I received an emaill from our business manager, complaining that he had not received my paperwork. Sigh. It looks like they have lost my paperwork! Though I remembered putting the documents in the interoffice mail, they didn't make it a few hundred feet across the street. Sigh.
So, at the advice of our business manager, I called the Illinois Teacher's Retirement System, and asked that they send replacement paperwork.
I was told by my adminsitration to have the documents sent directly to our business manager. But when I asked the TRS person to send them to the business manager, he said, "I don't think we should do that. I will send them directly to you. We suggest that you take them directly to your business manager, and make sure he has them in his hand.
If I did my job as bad as our administration, I would have been fired a long time ago.
And the media says that the problem is with the teachers! . . .
I sent them to the administrative assistant of our business manager. As I was placing these documents in the interoffice mail envelope, I thought, "I hope these papers don't get lost in the mail between here and 'across the street.'
Well, a few days ago, I received an emaill from our business manager, complaining that he had not received my paperwork. Sigh. It looks like they have lost my paperwork! Though I remembered putting the documents in the interoffice mail, they didn't make it a few hundred feet across the street. Sigh.
So, at the advice of our business manager, I called the Illinois Teacher's Retirement System, and asked that they send replacement paperwork.
I was told by my adminsitration to have the documents sent directly to our business manager. But when I asked the TRS person to send them to the business manager, he said, "I don't think we should do that. I will send them directly to you. We suggest that you take them directly to your business manager, and make sure he has them in his hand.
If I did my job as bad as our administration, I would have been fired a long time ago.
And the media says that the problem is with the teachers! . . .
Today Is Tuesday!
Today I was reviewing with my students our schedule for the week. We have special/weird schedule for Wednesday and Thursday because of the state assessment tests.
So I told my class, "For Wednesday, you need to complete . . ." One of my students then interupted me, and asked," Do you mean tomorrow or Wednesday?"
I then explained that tomorrow was Wednesday, and that from today's perspective both terms meant the same thing.
My student then told me that he didn't want me to refer to the days of the week because he couldn't understand them, he only wanted me to refer to due dates as 'tomorrow' or 'the day after tomorrow.'
And I thought that he was one of the smarter ones!
So I told my class, "For Wednesday, you need to complete . . ." One of my students then interupted me, and asked," Do you mean tomorrow or Wednesday?"
I then explained that tomorrow was Wednesday, and that from today's perspective both terms meant the same thing.
My student then told me that he didn't want me to refer to the days of the week because he couldn't understand them, he only wanted me to refer to due dates as 'tomorrow' or 'the day after tomorrow.'
And I thought that he was one of the smarter ones!
Monday, April 26, 2010
IPhone
This morning, just before my first hour class started, one of my students asked if she could go to the library to print out her homework. It seems that her printer at home was not working.
I told her not to worry about it, and suggested that she just email it to me when she got home. Her response was, "I can just do it now."
She took out her IPhone, and after just a few clicks, I had the assignment!
Wow. I am so amazed at the wonderful technology that we have today. When I started, we had fluid duplicators and IBM Selectric typewriters--and that was state of the art!
I am going to really miss seeing all the changes that will take place in the classroom over the next 30 years!
I told her not to worry about it, and suggested that she just email it to me when she got home. Her response was, "I can just do it now."
She took out her IPhone, and after just a few clicks, I had the assignment!
Wow. I am so amazed at the wonderful technology that we have today. When I started, we had fluid duplicators and IBM Selectric typewriters--and that was state of the art!
I am going to really miss seeing all the changes that will take place in the classroom over the next 30 years!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
A Boy and His Dog
I have a very interesting young man in class this year. He is a sophomore, an athlete, and a great student.
He is very concerned about me. Several times, he has asked me if I have any pets. When I explain that I don't, that my schedule is too erratic to be fair to an animal, he frowns and his brow wrinkles.
He keeps telling me that I need to get a dog. He explains that everyone needs a pet, especially a dog.
It would be great to have a pet. It has been years since I have had one. Maybe when I retire. But then again, I hope my schedule becomes even more erratic!
He is very concerned about me. Several times, he has asked me if I have any pets. When I explain that I don't, that my schedule is too erratic to be fair to an animal, he frowns and his brow wrinkles.
He keeps telling me that I need to get a dog. He explains that everyone needs a pet, especially a dog.
It would be great to have a pet. It has been years since I have had one. Maybe when I retire. But then again, I hope my schedule becomes even more erratic!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Mr. Miller is my favorite teacher!
My sophomore jokester came to class today and confronted me. You talked to Miss K and told her about my joke! I didn't really do it!
We had a little confab about expectations, and the "sharp stick of truth and/or reality."
By the end of the conversation, he said, "you are my favorite teacher, after Miss K."
Funny how boys don't hold grudges!
We had a little confab about expectations, and the "sharp stick of truth and/or reality."
By the end of the conversation, he said, "you are my favorite teacher, after Miss K."
Funny how boys don't hold grudges!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Mr. Miller hates me!
This morning, I had a visit from a colleague. She said, "You have Paul in class, right?" "Of course, I said, he's in my second hour class."
"Yesterday, he told me that you hate him, and he doesn't know why," she inquired.
At this point, I began to laugh. Paul is a great individual, with lots of promise. However, he is a sophomore whose brain isn't quite attached to his mouth! He is also my racist jokester whose mom I called.
I told my colleage about a favorite quote by Dan Rather: The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."
She said, you know, Paul quoted you saying that. I guess I am making an impression.
He will be a fine individual when he grows up. Too bad I won't be at school to see it. I hope we cross paths in a few years.
"Yesterday, he told me that you hate him, and he doesn't know why," she inquired.
At this point, I began to laugh. Paul is a great individual, with lots of promise. However, he is a sophomore whose brain isn't quite attached to his mouth! He is also my racist jokester whose mom I called.
I told my colleage about a favorite quote by Dan Rather: The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."
She said, you know, Paul quoted you saying that. I guess I am making an impression.
He will be a fine individual when he grows up. Too bad I won't be at school to see it. I hope we cross paths in a few years.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sophomoric Sophomore
My sophomoric sophomore sat quietly in class, with his hands folded. Amazing what a well-placed phone call can do!
No news on my replacement. Not that it matters to me, but they better get someone who will take good care of my students, or I'll kick his ass!
No news on my replacement. Not that it matters to me, but they better get someone who will take good care of my students, or I'll kick his ass!
Monday, April 19, 2010
My Replacement
Word on the street is that they are going to tell me who my replacement is tomorrow. We'll see if they are up to the challenge of taking several sections of overactive freshman boys with a generous measure of sophomoric sophomores and getting them excited about business and economics!
False Alarm
During my last class, with 30 seconds to go, the fire alarm went off.
We have to go stand on the front lawn of the school, the fire department and ambulances come. No fire. False alarm. Just an over active sensor.
It was fun, however, watching the administrators, walkee talkee in hand, running around like they knew what to do!
We have to go stand on the front lawn of the school, the fire department and ambulances come. No fire. False alarm. Just an over active sensor.
It was fun, however, watching the administrators, walkee talkee in hand, running around like they knew what to do!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Bigot
One of my sophomores has decided that telling racist jokes is funny. He wanted to tell the class a Jewish joke yesterday. (At least he asked for permission--which was denied.)
Then he wanted to argue about his rights--free speech or something like that--which I wouldn't accept. He then went on to demand the right to tell jokes about a whole list of other groups.
Ugh.
We had a little talk. I think we have an understanding now.
You would think it would be different in 2010. Or is it just because he is a sophomore? I love the etymology of that word!
Then he wanted to argue about his rights--free speech or something like that--which I wouldn't accept. He then went on to demand the right to tell jokes about a whole list of other groups.
Ugh.
We had a little talk. I think we have an understanding now.
You would think it would be different in 2010. Or is it just because he is a sophomore? I love the etymology of that word!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Income Tax
I finally got my income taxes done. I'm getting money back from both the state and the federal government. I should have done this a long time ago. Oh, well.
Visitor
I had a visitor in my class today. He was a business teacher from a small, private, religious school in our area. (I didn't realize that they had business there, but anyway.) They are a K-12 school, in the high school, they have about 17 students in each grade. (Wow! We have 700 in a grade.)
My students were taking a test today--ironic--it was a test over 1040 forms. So there wasn't much for him to see. However, we did talk about his classes and mine. He taught accounting, marketing, and all the computer classes. He was also a coach and in charge of all the technology for the school. (Another wow!) He has taught there for eight years, and was eager for information to help in his classes.
The most interesting observations he made were concerning how good our students are and how smoothly things went in our school. That was interesting to me, because I often think we are just organized chaos. However, the stereotype is that public schools are a jungle, and one needs to fear for his or her life just going near one. Fortunately, kids are kids, but most kids are really good kids.
I hope he has as much enthusiasm when he has worked as long as I have. I also hope that he can get a job in the public schools so that he can feed his family.
My students were taking a test today--ironic--it was a test over 1040 forms. So there wasn't much for him to see. However, we did talk about his classes and mine. He taught accounting, marketing, and all the computer classes. He was also a coach and in charge of all the technology for the school. (Another wow!) He has taught there for eight years, and was eager for information to help in his classes.
The most interesting observations he made were concerning how good our students are and how smoothly things went in our school. That was interesting to me, because I often think we are just organized chaos. However, the stereotype is that public schools are a jungle, and one needs to fear for his or her life just going near one. Fortunately, kids are kids, but most kids are really good kids.
I hope he has as much enthusiasm when he has worked as long as I have. I also hope that he can get a job in the public schools so that he can feed his family.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Glee
I couldn't decide whether to watch the program "Glee" on TV or finish my income taxes. After a few seconds, I decided on Glee.
If you don't follow this program, it is about a group of misfit students at William McKinley High School located somewhere in Ohio. They are all members of the school's glee club. Surrounding this storyline is all of the teen-age angst, jealous boyfriends/girlfriends, toxic relationships, inept administrators, and wacky teachers you could imagine.
This was a good episode. The glee club advisor and the cheerleading coach continue to compete. A complex web of jealousies between the students, both inside and outside of the glee club continues to develop. Plus wonderful songs--all with 'hello' in the titles. (Except for one with 'hell' in the title.)
As much of a charicature as this is, I could see real individuals that I have crossed paths with in school. Crazy colleagues, mixed up students, wonderfully talented indivuals, regular kids---and definitely inept administrators.
Taxes tomorrow!
If you don't follow this program, it is about a group of misfit students at William McKinley High School located somewhere in Ohio. They are all members of the school's glee club. Surrounding this storyline is all of the teen-age angst, jealous boyfriends/girlfriends, toxic relationships, inept administrators, and wacky teachers you could imagine.
This was a good episode. The glee club advisor and the cheerleading coach continue to compete. A complex web of jealousies between the students, both inside and outside of the glee club continues to develop. Plus wonderful songs--all with 'hello' in the titles. (Except for one with 'hell' in the title.)
As much of a charicature as this is, I could see real individuals that I have crossed paths with in school. Crazy colleagues, mixed up students, wonderfully talented indivuals, regular kids---and definitely inept administrators.
Taxes tomorrow!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Cousins
I received an interesting email today. From a distant cousin in Colorado that I didn't know that I had. (Someone a better 'stalker' than me?!) He wanted to know some information about relatives back in the old country.
Told him that I hadn't had time to do this kind of research while I was still working, but that I would be retiring soon.
After I said that, I thought, "this sounds like something old people would do!" Maybe I'm not quite as interested now--sure would rather hang out with the young people!
Told him that I hadn't had time to do this kind of research while I was still working, but that I would be retiring soon.
After I said that, I thought, "this sounds like something old people would do!" Maybe I'm not quite as interested now--sure would rather hang out with the young people!
Dream
I had a dream that I was starting college. I was moving into the dorm. It was a nice, contemporary, apartment-style dorm. Everyone was nice and friendly. I felt like everything was going to go well.
Then I realized that I was 58 years old, and that I wouldn't fit in, and was concerned that everyone was being too polite to tell me!
Then I realized that I was 58 years old, and that I wouldn't fit in, and was concerned that everyone was being too polite to tell me!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Lydia
A dear friend of mine passed away on Easter Sunday. I went to her memorial service yesterday. Lydia had just reached her 89th birthday, and had lived an amazing life. She had raised two amazing children, worked in a number of interesting positions, volunteered for numerous organizations, waws involved in politics, and traveled the world. She often commented that if she didn't keep moving she would rust!
At her memorial her son commented that she got the foundation for her business and vounteer work while in high school. Lydia was in the class of 1939 of Roosevelt High School in Chicago. She completed what was called then a commercial course. She studied accounting, management, typing, shorthand, and more.
These are the kinds of things that I teach in high school (ok, no one teaches shorthand anymore). Today we call it "Career and Technical Education." The names have changed, but the goals have not--to give students practical skills that they can use for college and/or careers. Lydia used and built on her skills from high school, and contributed mightily to many businesses and organizations. I hope I can instill in my students a small measure of what she gained from her high school experience. I also hope that I can encourage (is 'inspire' bragging too much?) to make the world around themselves a better place.
Lydia never asked for a thank you, she just did what she knew was right. Accolades did come, but she was always modest about them. She always had a smile, and always knew someone you just had to meet.
I should be as lucky as Lydia--to have 89 years on this planet, and to impact so many in so many ways.
At her memorial her son commented that she got the foundation for her business and vounteer work while in high school. Lydia was in the class of 1939 of Roosevelt High School in Chicago. She completed what was called then a commercial course. She studied accounting, management, typing, shorthand, and more.
These are the kinds of things that I teach in high school (ok, no one teaches shorthand anymore). Today we call it "Career and Technical Education." The names have changed, but the goals have not--to give students practical skills that they can use for college and/or careers. Lydia used and built on her skills from high school, and contributed mightily to many businesses and organizations. I hope I can instill in my students a small measure of what she gained from her high school experience. I also hope that I can encourage (is 'inspire' bragging too much?) to make the world around themselves a better place.
Lydia never asked for a thank you, she just did what she knew was right. Accolades did come, but she was always modest about them. She always had a smile, and always knew someone you just had to meet.
I should be as lucky as Lydia--to have 89 years on this planet, and to impact so many in so many ways.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Frustrating Colleague
I have made a real effort to keep doing my job this year. I have seen other folks who have been burned out, angry, frustrated, or just plain tired, who in their last year or so just don't do anything. I think that I have been doing a good job for the kids.
However, one of my colleagues, is doing the opposite. He has just been floating through. Not working with the kids. Not answering phone calls. Just giving the rest of us a bad name.
He just needs a kick in the butt. But where is his boss? I wonder where management is sometimes!
However, one of my colleagues, is doing the opposite. He has just been floating through. Not working with the kids. Not answering phone calls. Just giving the rest of us a bad name.
He just needs a kick in the butt. But where is his boss? I wonder where management is sometimes!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Freshmen
I have taught freshmen for a long time. When I first started teaching, I liked working with the older kids better--I enjoyed the more mature discussions.
Later in my career, I realized that I liked working with the younger kids more. Not because they had great things to say, but because they made so much progress. This year, I have four classes that are largely freshmen--specifically, mostly freshmen boys. In August when we start, they are just bundles of energy. They make me crazy. They make me tear my hair. But I know that they need a push, they need a "poke with the sharp stick of reality" as one of my colleagues describes it.
Today we were working on income tax forms. To me a boring, boring topic. We were finishing the 1040EZ and beginning the 1040A. We reviewed yesterday's homework problem, I discussed dependants. We had some interesting questions, like, "how come Mormons can't list more than one wife as dependants?" However, in watching the formerly goofy freshmen working on their practice problems, and start their homework problem, I realized that I have done my job. I have civilized this group of young people, and am getting them ready to move on to bigger and better things.
I just feel sorry for the freshman girls who have to put up with all these boys!
Later in my career, I realized that I liked working with the younger kids more. Not because they had great things to say, but because they made so much progress. This year, I have four classes that are largely freshmen--specifically, mostly freshmen boys. In August when we start, they are just bundles of energy. They make me crazy. They make me tear my hair. But I know that they need a push, they need a "poke with the sharp stick of reality" as one of my colleagues describes it.
Today we were working on income tax forms. To me a boring, boring topic. We were finishing the 1040EZ and beginning the 1040A. We reviewed yesterday's homework problem, I discussed dependants. We had some interesting questions, like, "how come Mormons can't list more than one wife as dependants?" However, in watching the formerly goofy freshmen working on their practice problems, and start their homework problem, I realized that I have done my job. I have civilized this group of young people, and am getting them ready to move on to bigger and better things.
I just feel sorry for the freshman girls who have to put up with all these boys!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
More Taxing Lessons
Today, I continued teaching about income taxes, but kicked it up a notch. Yesterday, I showed them the basic 1040EZ for persons who were the dependant of someone else. Today I showed them how to handle individuals who were not able to be the dependant of someone else, but added the new "Making Work Pay" tax credit. It is such an easy calculation on the back of the EZ form, but the explanation is sooo obtuse.
Tomorrow, we begin the 1040A . . .
Also, for the past few days, I have had an observer in my most challenging class. Fortunately, my little darlings have behaved. The observer is a grad student at a local college, who thinks he wants to be a business teacher. He takes some notes and doesn't say too much. It's kinda funny to see someone who is just starting out as I am winding down my career.
I wonder what he is thinking about what he sees in our classes. I remember observing the old timers when I was just starting out. Though we didn't have to do nearly as much observing as current students need to do. Of course, when I was observing I was observing teachers who had started teaching as early as the forties. Education, of course, was a different world then. So much rote memorization then, and no technology. Even when I started in 1977, I couldn't even imagine what technology we would eventually have. Our building didn't have a single computer, we even sent out the attendance information by courier at the end of each day. We thought we were so sophisticated having IBM Selectric typewriters! What a modern age it was!
Tomorrow, we begin the 1040A . . .
Also, for the past few days, I have had an observer in my most challenging class. Fortunately, my little darlings have behaved. The observer is a grad student at a local college, who thinks he wants to be a business teacher. He takes some notes and doesn't say too much. It's kinda funny to see someone who is just starting out as I am winding down my career.
I wonder what he is thinking about what he sees in our classes. I remember observing the old timers when I was just starting out. Though we didn't have to do nearly as much observing as current students need to do. Of course, when I was observing I was observing teachers who had started teaching as early as the forties. Education, of course, was a different world then. So much rote memorization then, and no technology. Even when I started in 1977, I couldn't even imagine what technology we would eventually have. Our building didn't have a single computer, we even sent out the attendance information by courier at the end of each day. We thought we were so sophisticated having IBM Selectric typewriters! What a modern age it was!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Income Taxes
Today I began a short unit on how to fill out income tax forms. Today, I taught the 1040EZ form. It is, of course, very simple. The kind of form that a young person would use for their taxes while working at a high school or college job.
Unfortunately, they made some changes to the forms. Damn. I thought that I would be able to get through without learning anything new. Oh, well. The good teacher that I am, I prepared new lessons.
Ironic thing--I hate doing income taxes myself, and can barely get my own done on time!
Unfortunately, they made some changes to the forms. Damn. I thought that I would be able to get through without learning anything new. Oh, well. The good teacher that I am, I prepared new lessons.
Ironic thing--I hate doing income taxes myself, and can barely get my own done on time!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
40
I haven't been obsessing on how many days I have, but people have bugging me with questions. It is a rare day that I am not asked, "So how many more do you have?"
Today was the first day of the last grading period, which actually made me wonder how many there actually were. So, I checked. Forty more days, after today. Forty more school days. Forty more wakeups!
So, to celebrate, I am working on grades for last quarter. And eating chocolate Easter candy. And listening to Billie Holiday . . .
Today was the first day of the last grading period, which actually made me wonder how many there actually were. So, I checked. Forty more days, after today. Forty more school days. Forty more wakeups!
So, to celebrate, I am working on grades for last quarter. And eating chocolate Easter candy. And listening to Billie Holiday . . .
Monday, April 5, 2010
Done!
I just finished the last one! Whew! Done with that big stack of essays. Most were done quite well. Our students tend to write well--we have excellent teachers in our English department. The good papers are the easy ones to grade, the others, well, are harder to sort out, and more difficult to comment on.
Now it is off to the gym, then the grocery store, then the dry cleaners. I had planned to get this all done before dinner--and knowing that I was accountable to you, I had to do it!
After dinner, I have a little more to do--four makeup tests, and one set of test papers from just before break. They however, will be easy.
Of course, there is only one 'fly in the ointment." When I went through the essays, I was four short. That means tomorrow, I will have four students hat--and paper--in hand, begging me to accept them!
Oh, well. . .
Now it is off to the gym, then the grocery store, then the dry cleaners. I had planned to get this all done before dinner--and knowing that I was accountable to you, I had to do it!
After dinner, I have a little more to do--four makeup tests, and one set of test papers from just before break. They however, will be easy.
Of course, there is only one 'fly in the ointment." When I went through the essays, I was four short. That means tomorrow, I will have four students hat--and paper--in hand, begging me to accept them!
Oh, well. . .
17
I am up to 17 papers. I feel like a high school student trying to avoid work. The papers are done well, not that bad to read, but I just don't want to do it. I guess I should get off the computer, and start on the other 39!
Monday
Well, I'm awake. Had breakfast. I've made my list. Grading papers is on the list--before picking up the dry cleaning and doing the grocery shopping.
We'll see how I do. (I guess I have some accountability if all of my blog buddies know my intentions!)
We'll see how I do. (I guess I have some accountability if all of my blog buddies know my intentions!)
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter Sunday
What a beautiful Easter Sunday morning! The hopefulness of the holiday was reinforced by the hopefulness that Spring weather is finally here! Even the rain later in the day didn't dampen my spirits.
We spent some time downtown Chicago this week--a nice walk on the lake front, a good meal with friends, some good music, some interesting theater--so great to be away from the regular routine for a while.
I still have one more day of Spring Break--they gave us Easter Monday off this year.
Still haven't read any of those papers. I am planning a marathon on Monday. Then I can be done with Third Quarter grades. . .
We spent some time downtown Chicago this week--a nice walk on the lake front, a good meal with friends, some good music, some interesting theater--so great to be away from the regular routine for a while.
I still have one more day of Spring Break--they gave us Easter Monday off this year.
Still haven't read any of those papers. I am planning a marathon on Monday. Then I can be done with Third Quarter grades. . .
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Should I Grade Those Papers?
I brought home a whole stack of essays that my students wrote. I really need to get them graded during break. But I don't want to do it.
There are about 55 papers, three to five pages each. I told myself that I would start on Tuesday, but now it is Wednesday.
We'll see!
There are about 55 papers, three to five pages each. I told myself that I would start on Tuesday, but now it is Wednesday.
We'll see!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
School's Out for Easter
Yea! School was out at 11:30 today. My goal was to leave at 11:45--as soon as the busses were gone, and the streets were safe. I didn't quite make it--it was 11:47.
I did bring some projects home to grade. I do have good intentions, but we'll have to see.
However, tonight, I'm not thinking of school. We are going to see a favorite singer, Paul Marinaro, who is just fantastic. He is at Pops for Champagne, a really fun champagne bar in Chicago.
I'll try to post during break, but no promises, because, as the song goes, School is out for Easter . . .
I did bring some projects home to grade. I do have good intentions, but we'll have to see.
However, tonight, I'm not thinking of school. We are going to see a favorite singer, Paul Marinaro, who is just fantastic. He is at Pops for Champagne, a really fun champagne bar in Chicago.
I'll try to post during break, but no promises, because, as the song goes, School is out for Easter . . .
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Parent Conferences
I just got home from my last Parent-Teacher Conferences. Actually, after I got home, I found a tumbler filled with ice, then watched a really trippy episode of The Simpsons.
I have always hated Conferences, before they took place. After they are over, however, I think they are the greatest thing. I got to meet with some really great parents--especially interesting were parents of children who recently immigrated to the United States. One from Sweden, and one from Harbin, China. Amazing kids, and really cool parents. Both here less than two years, and both students are light years ahead of most of my American students.
There were a few that it was good to see--these were the students that needed a "poke with the sharp stick of reality." The folks and I plotted and schemed to make sure that this happened.
Of course, I am also a curve raiser--I called several sets of parents to let them know that I had time available, and would appreciate it if they came by. Two took me up on my invitation and scheduled appointments, and a third dropped in.
Over all, it was a good evening. Will I miss these? No. Are they valuable? Yes. If every parent paid this much attention, we would have few problems.
I have always hated Conferences, before they took place. After they are over, however, I think they are the greatest thing. I got to meet with some really great parents--especially interesting were parents of children who recently immigrated to the United States. One from Sweden, and one from Harbin, China. Amazing kids, and really cool parents. Both here less than two years, and both students are light years ahead of most of my American students.
There were a few that it was good to see--these were the students that needed a "poke with the sharp stick of reality." The folks and I plotted and schemed to make sure that this happened.
Of course, I am also a curve raiser--I called several sets of parents to let them know that I had time available, and would appreciate it if they came by. Two took me up on my invitation and scheduled appointments, and a third dropped in.
Over all, it was a good evening. Will I miss these? No. Are they valuable? Yes. If every parent paid this much attention, we would have few problems.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Guess What Came In The Mail Today?
When I looked through the mail today, there was the usual assortment of bills and advertisements.
Then I saw it. It was a large white envelope with a Springfield, Illinois, postmark. It was from the Illinois Teachers' Retirement System.
It was the forms I need to fill out--where do I want the check sent, which insurance do I want, how many sick days do I have left.
Scary. But scarier yet is the thought that I am very lucky! The Illinois House of Representatives voted today to raise the retirment age for government employees, including teachers, from its current 55 to 67. Ouch. If that were the case for me, I would be working nine more years. Whew. I don't think I could make it. And after all, do they really want me to be there at that age.
Of course, if I stayed until 67 I would beat the record for years teaching at our school. Currently, the record is 42 years. Let's see--33 + 9 would be . . .
Damn. My math is terrible, I would only have 42. A tie! I would have to stay until age 68!
Then I saw it. It was a large white envelope with a Springfield, Illinois, postmark. It was from the Illinois Teachers' Retirement System.
It was the forms I need to fill out--where do I want the check sent, which insurance do I want, how many sick days do I have left.
Scary. But scarier yet is the thought that I am very lucky! The Illinois House of Representatives voted today to raise the retirment age for government employees, including teachers, from its current 55 to 67. Ouch. If that were the case for me, I would be working nine more years. Whew. I don't think I could make it. And after all, do they really want me to be there at that age.
Of course, if I stayed until 67 I would beat the record for years teaching at our school. Currently, the record is 42 years. Let's see--33 + 9 would be . . .
Damn. My math is terrible, I would only have 42. A tie! I would have to stay until age 68!
Am I Going To Be On Fox News?
Today, my students were giving speeches. Their presentations were to be on a trend, issue, or problem that is facing us in the business world. There were many interesting presentations on a variety of topics, such as the Enron scandal, the bank bailouts, etc.
In my Period 7 class, while helping one of my students make sure that his PowerPoint slide show was properly loaded, I noticed some illustrations that I did not think were ones that I wanted shown in class.
It seems that this individual was doing a presentation on the issue of health care reform. The student, a real character, had included a very racist image of our President on his title slide. (Oh, dear!) In sliding through the rest of the slides, everything else was fine, and actually made sense, until I reached the conclusion slide, where he had compared what he referred to as 'Obamacare' with socialism. However, the image he chose to use to illustrate socialism was a Nazi logo with a swastika. (Oh, crap.) What do I do now?!
My first thought was that I couldn't have him illustrate his speech in this way, so I suggested that we delete those images. Click. Delete. Gone.
My second thought was that he or his parents would call Fox News and report me for censoring their darling's sincere report.
My third thought was that we had not done a very good job in our school if at this age he did not know the difference between socialism and national socialism. Sigh.
Well, after some arguing, little Johnny gave his presentation. He did a fine job, even if he didn't have a proper title slide.
At the end of class, I called Johnny to the side and we had a little discussion of appropriate ways to get our messages across. I also suggested that he learn a little more about economics and politics.
Johnny did thank me for helping him to understand. Yet, if the caller ID says Fox News, I just won't answer.
In my Period 7 class, while helping one of my students make sure that his PowerPoint slide show was properly loaded, I noticed some illustrations that I did not think were ones that I wanted shown in class.
It seems that this individual was doing a presentation on the issue of health care reform. The student, a real character, had included a very racist image of our President on his title slide. (Oh, dear!) In sliding through the rest of the slides, everything else was fine, and actually made sense, until I reached the conclusion slide, where he had compared what he referred to as 'Obamacare' with socialism. However, the image he chose to use to illustrate socialism was a Nazi logo with a swastika. (Oh, crap.) What do I do now?!
My first thought was that I couldn't have him illustrate his speech in this way, so I suggested that we delete those images. Click. Delete. Gone.
My second thought was that he or his parents would call Fox News and report me for censoring their darling's sincere report.
My third thought was that we had not done a very good job in our school if at this age he did not know the difference between socialism and national socialism. Sigh.
Well, after some arguing, little Johnny gave his presentation. He did a fine job, even if he didn't have a proper title slide.
At the end of class, I called Johnny to the side and we had a little discussion of appropriate ways to get our messages across. I also suggested that he learn a little more about economics and politics.
Johnny did thank me for helping him to understand. Yet, if the caller ID says Fox News, I just won't answer.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
How Many Bus Days?
Today, while I was passing out a test, one of my students, Tony, asked me what bus days were. I, of course, was clueless as to what he was talking about. Was it when school busses ran? Was it when the city busses ran? I was not sure.
I asked him to clarify. He explained that he had purchased something on-line, and the web site told him that he could expect his order in "10 to 14 bus. days."
Oh, my. And this is a student in my Business class.
I asked him to clarify. He explained that he had purchased something on-line, and the web site told him that he could expect his order in "10 to 14 bus. days."
Oh, my. And this is a student in my Business class.
How Many Years Do You Have Left
When I was walking in from the parking lot this morning, one of the younger teachers was walking in at the same time, and asked, "George, how many years do you have left?"
I was sort of surprised at the question, because I thought everyone knew. (I guess I shouldn't expect that everyone will know everything--after all, it isn't ALL about me!)
So, I told her that I was going to be finishing up this June. She seemed very surprised, and said, "But you look so young!"
I found this so amazing, because today I didn't feel so young. Still, I was so shocked and pleased that I could have kissed her. But I didn't. I don't want to be fired this close to retirement!
I was sort of surprised at the question, because I thought everyone knew. (I guess I shouldn't expect that everyone will know everything--after all, it isn't ALL about me!)
So, I told her that I was going to be finishing up this June. She seemed very surprised, and said, "But you look so young!"
I found this so amazing, because today I didn't feel so young. Still, I was so shocked and pleased that I could have kissed her. But I didn't. I don't want to be fired this close to retirement!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Parent Conferences
Thursday night we have Parent-Teacher Conferences. Ugh. My list of appointments is almost full. Mainly great students (I suppose they are such good students because their parents pay attention to them.)
I always get apprehensive. I'm not sure why. I have only rarely had really rough conferences, and I always feel very positively once the evening is over.
Tomorrow, I think I will call the parents of a few students I need to talk with, to see if they can come in for one of the times I have left.
I always get apprehensive. I'm not sure why. I have only rarely had really rough conferences, and I always feel very positively once the evening is over.
Tomorrow, I think I will call the parents of a few students I need to talk with, to see if they can come in for one of the times I have left.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Jerry Kupchynsky
This weekend, while driving around doing errands, I heard a very interesting story on WFMT based on a New York Times article about the passing of a beloved music teacher, a "Mr. K," from East Brunswick, New Jersey. After his passing, nearly 100 of his former students gathered to once again play, at a memorial concert for him.
The uplifting story of his challenging personal life and the gift of music he gave generations of students really touched me. The story reminded me of a number of teachers who greatly impacted my life. Miss Adducci, who taught me to critically look at ideas and how to write well. Mrs. Postweiler, who taught me to value the great ideas of literature. And Mr. Justice, my orchestra director, who taught me the importance of having music, good music, in my life.
How will my students remember me? I am not going to get ego involved and speculate. I'd like to think that by doing my best, I have channeled those great teachers who impacted my life, and have given my kids some skills, attitudes, and appreciations that that will serve them well in the future.
I'd encourage you, if you haven't read this story, to check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/28/opinion/28lipman.html
The uplifting story of his challenging personal life and the gift of music he gave generations of students really touched me. The story reminded me of a number of teachers who greatly impacted my life. Miss Adducci, who taught me to critically look at ideas and how to write well. Mrs. Postweiler, who taught me to value the great ideas of literature. And Mr. Justice, my orchestra director, who taught me the importance of having music, good music, in my life.
How will my students remember me? I am not going to get ego involved and speculate. I'd like to think that by doing my best, I have channeled those great teachers who impacted my life, and have given my kids some skills, attitudes, and appreciations that that will serve them well in the future.
I'd encourage you, if you haven't read this story, to check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/28/opinion/28lipman.html
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I Broke Down
I didn't think that I would do it. I was all set to tell the kids that they would have to wait another day for their projects.
But I broke down. I drove up to the school to get them. Only 30 minutes.
But just so you don't think that I am über professional, there were THREE estate sales within a few blocks of the school.
Found some really cool stuff (and some really boring student papers).
But I broke down. I drove up to the school to get them. Only 30 minutes.
But just so you don't think that I am über professional, there were THREE estate sales within a few blocks of the school.
Found some really cool stuff (and some really boring student papers).
Oh well . . .
Awake early today, unable to go back to sleep, I thought that I should get up and grade those projects that my students turned in recently. They have started to bug me for their grades.
So, I got up, made some caffeine, then went to get the papers. Couldn't find them. Then I realized that they were still in my room at school!
Damn!
So, I got up, made some caffeine, then went to get the papers. Couldn't find them. Then I realized that they were still in my room at school!
Damn!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Brilliant Lesson Plan
Yesterday, I had a brilliant idea! I wanted to fill part of an extra day that somehow had crept into my current unit.
I was finishing a unit on financial planning and budgeting, and was remembering an episode of Malcolm in the Middle where Reese got mad at his family, moved into his own apartment, and proceed to make many bad financial decisions.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a copy of this program. So, I checked Amazon, I-Tunes, and a whole bunch of other sites, and I couldn't even find it to purchase.
Then I found a site where I could download it, supposedly legally. Click. Several minutes later, I had a copy of the program on my computer.
Being a good teacher, I double checked it to see if it worked, and it did. However, I didn't recognize the voices. It turns out that the only copy I could find was dubbed into German.
Oh well. So much for cool new lessons!
I was finishing a unit on financial planning and budgeting, and was remembering an episode of Malcolm in the Middle where Reese got mad at his family, moved into his own apartment, and proceed to make many bad financial decisions.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a copy of this program. So, I checked Amazon, I-Tunes, and a whole bunch of other sites, and I couldn't even find it to purchase.
Then I found a site where I could download it, supposedly legally. Click. Several minutes later, I had a copy of the program on my computer.
Being a good teacher, I double checked it to see if it worked, and it did. However, I didn't recognize the voices. It turns out that the only copy I could find was dubbed into German.
Oh well. So much for cool new lessons!
Pep Rally
Today was my very last pep rally! What fun! What chaos!
The theme was "Boys against the Girls." The girls were supposed to wear pink, the boys, blue. The boys sat on the south side of the gym, the girls on the north side. Nothing was done however, with this theme . . .
The reason for the pep rally was to celebrate spring sports and spring activities. One of the girls' teams won a state championship (the trophy was almost bigger than the girl carrying it). I couldn't hear which one, the noise was too loud.
The band played, but not much. There were no cheerleaders or pom pons. However, we had a special 'secret' guest. Jesse White came and brought his famous tumblers. Wow, those kids are good!
Word on the street, however, is that our school's security people gave Mr. White some sort of hassle. I guess they are not used to seeing gymnastics coaches or state officials in our neighborhood!
The theme was "Boys against the Girls." The girls were supposed to wear pink, the boys, blue. The boys sat on the south side of the gym, the girls on the north side. Nothing was done however, with this theme . . .
The reason for the pep rally was to celebrate spring sports and spring activities. One of the girls' teams won a state championship (the trophy was almost bigger than the girl carrying it). I couldn't hear which one, the noise was too loud.
The band played, but not much. There were no cheerleaders or pom pons. However, we had a special 'secret' guest. Jesse White came and brought his famous tumblers. Wow, those kids are good!
Word on the street, however, is that our school's security people gave Mr. White some sort of hassle. I guess they are not used to seeing gymnastics coaches or state officials in our neighborhood!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Technology
I had a great lesson planned for my first hour Marketing class. We were going to study subliminal messages in advertising. I had my examples ready, and the equipment necessary to project the images on the screen. (A really cool device--it is called a projection table. It has a video camera on a stand over a table with lights. Connects via a cable to your tv or projector.
It worked on Tuesday night before I left. In the morning it did not function.
Gasp. What am I going to do. My lesson is ruined.
I faked it. I talked about other things, and filled the hour.
Later in the day, I found that one cable was plugged into the wrong place.
I will blame the cleaning people . . .
It worked on Tuesday night before I left. In the morning it did not function.
Gasp. What am I going to do. My lesson is ruined.
I faked it. I talked about other things, and filled the hour.
Later in the day, I found that one cable was plugged into the wrong place.
I will blame the cleaning people . . .
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My Teachers
When people tell me that they envy me being able to retire, I know it is because they wish they could, too. That's how I felt three to five years ago, when our school was a rough place to work. Not bad students, not violence, just toxic administration and board. I try not to think about that anymore.
When they talk about their desire to quit working, I remind them that their time will come all too soon. I also remind them that I have been in school since the day after Labor Day in 1957. Wow. That seems like a long time. I'm sure the parents of some of our younger teachers weren't born then!
I was thinking about some of my grade school teachers today--Mrs. Swanson, my kindergarten teacher who taught me the importance of regular snacks and naps. Mrs. Gates, who in first grade instilled discipline and a love of poetry. Mrs. Leach who laughed a lot. Mrs. Walton, my third grade teacher who taught us to sing and dance. Mrs. Pidrak who in sixth grade helped us through the trauma of a presidential assasination.
I'm sure that my school would have been on a watch list, if we had such a thing then, but I sure learned a lot of great things from these folks.
I hope I have helped my students to learn at least a small fraction of the useful, and not so useful things, that have made my life so rich.
When they talk about their desire to quit working, I remind them that their time will come all too soon. I also remind them that I have been in school since the day after Labor Day in 1957. Wow. That seems like a long time. I'm sure the parents of some of our younger teachers weren't born then!
I was thinking about some of my grade school teachers today--Mrs. Swanson, my kindergarten teacher who taught me the importance of regular snacks and naps. Mrs. Gates, who in first grade instilled discipline and a love of poetry. Mrs. Leach who laughed a lot. Mrs. Walton, my third grade teacher who taught us to sing and dance. Mrs. Pidrak who in sixth grade helped us through the trauma of a presidential assasination.
I'm sure that my school would have been on a watch list, if we had such a thing then, but I sure learned a lot of great things from these folks.
I hope I have helped my students to learn at least a small fraction of the useful, and not so useful things, that have made my life so rich.
TRS
I called the Teachers' Retirement System today. This call was to initiate the process to begin my pension after I leave in June. Just a few clinical questions--verify address, social security number, etc.
In two or three weeks I will get the paperwork that I need to give to our accountant at school to process. They said it takes 60 to 90 days to process the paperwork after my last day at work.
It is seeming a little more definite now. People keep asking me how many days I have left. I don't know exactly. (I have the numbers written on my calendar, but I don't look at them. It isn't really important now.)
I suppose, I should look, but I just want to savor the moments.
In two or three weeks I will get the paperwork that I need to give to our accountant at school to process. They said it takes 60 to 90 days to process the paperwork after my last day at work.
It is seeming a little more definite now. People keep asking me how many days I have left. I don't know exactly. (I have the numbers written on my calendar, but I don't look at them. It isn't really important now.)
I suppose, I should look, but I just want to savor the moments.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Spring ahead!
Everyone, including me, was moving slowly at school today. Losing that hour of sleep to the time change gets me every time!
I should have shown a movie!
I should have shown a movie!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Values Clarification
Hello Blog Buddies
Sorry that I haven't posted anything this weekend. We kinda withdrew from everything, not doing much. (Did see Damnation of Faust at the Lyric Opera on Saturday. An amazing piece of theatre. One of the best things I've ever seen!)
Other than that, a lot of hanging out, and that was a good thing!
Back to school tomorrow--we'll see how many are late--time chanhged this weekend. Spring ahead . . .
On Friday, I threw my lesson plan out the window. (I tend to be organized and keep to the calendar--am I a.r.?, a business teacher?, German?, obsessive?, all of the above?
Well, as I was beginning a lesson on planning and saving for the future, one of my students asked how I had prepared for my future, now that my future was here. What a great question! So I talked about that for a while--my experiences, what I had planned for, what I thought about years ago, etc. In my later classes (I teach the same course four times each day!) I talked a little about that, then had the students do a 1970's -vintage values exercise about the things that are important in our lives. We had a blast! Much better than the boring stuff I had planned! I'm sure glad that I have kept up (or not cleaned out) my files!
We'll see what happens on Monday!
Sorry that I haven't posted anything this weekend. We kinda withdrew from everything, not doing much. (Did see Damnation of Faust at the Lyric Opera on Saturday. An amazing piece of theatre. One of the best things I've ever seen!)
Other than that, a lot of hanging out, and that was a good thing!
Back to school tomorrow--we'll see how many are late--time chanhged this weekend. Spring ahead . . .
On Friday, I threw my lesson plan out the window. (I tend to be organized and keep to the calendar--am I a.r.?, a business teacher?, German?, obsessive?, all of the above?
Well, as I was beginning a lesson on planning and saving for the future, one of my students asked how I had prepared for my future, now that my future was here. What a great question! So I talked about that for a while--my experiences, what I had planned for, what I thought about years ago, etc. In my later classes (I teach the same course four times each day!) I talked a little about that, then had the students do a 1970's -vintage values exercise about the things that are important in our lives. We had a blast! Much better than the boring stuff I had planned! I'm sure glad that I have kept up (or not cleaned out) my files!
We'll see what happens on Monday!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Lockdown
Today, at the beginning of third hour, my prep period, an announcement from the principal, came over the intercom announcing a lockdown. Teachers were told to lock their doors, and not let anyone out for any reason. He did, however, clearly state that it was a drill and not a dangerous situation. Damn. And I had to go to the bathroom.
So, I locked the door to our office, and tried to get some work done. Unfortunately, the internet was not cooperating, but I still managed to be somewhat productive with my knees crossed.
It turned out that they brought in the drug-sniffing dogs to check the lockers. They did find some things in gym lockers. I didn't hear how many.
Of course, my students, told me that they shouldn't just check the lockers, most students aren't stupid enough to leave their stash in their lockers. We'll see if next time they bring the dogs into the classrooms. That would be interesting if a dog started pointing at one of my student's backpack.
Of course, the good old days were different. The students would have been so uncool as to carry a backpack. (I think you would have been beaten up for that!)
In those halcyon days we had no security guards, the building's doors were unlocked all day long, and our school was a place where nothing happened. Everyone knew who the drug dealers and users were, but if they were from 'good' families nothing happened. There were no discipline issues, especially if your parents belonged to the right clubs and lived on the right side of the tracks. There was no violence, unless it was from being bullied. There was no immediate danger, unless it was food flying in the cafe.
Things have changed, some for the better, some for the worse. I guess, however, that we look back at the past through rose colored glasses.
So, I locked the door to our office, and tried to get some work done. Unfortunately, the internet was not cooperating, but I still managed to be somewhat productive with my knees crossed.
It turned out that they brought in the drug-sniffing dogs to check the lockers. They did find some things in gym lockers. I didn't hear how many.
Of course, my students, told me that they shouldn't just check the lockers, most students aren't stupid enough to leave their stash in their lockers. We'll see if next time they bring the dogs into the classrooms. That would be interesting if a dog started pointing at one of my student's backpack.
Of course, the good old days were different. The students would have been so uncool as to carry a backpack. (I think you would have been beaten up for that!)
In those halcyon days we had no security guards, the building's doors were unlocked all day long, and our school was a place where nothing happened. Everyone knew who the drug dealers and users were, but if they were from 'good' families nothing happened. There were no discipline issues, especially if your parents belonged to the right clubs and lived on the right side of the tracks. There was no violence, unless it was from being bullied. There was no immediate danger, unless it was food flying in the cafe.
Things have changed, some for the better, some for the worse. I guess, however, that we look back at the past through rose colored glasses.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Quiz
Yesterday, I gave my students a pop quiz. It wasn't to test whether they knew the material, it was to promote discussion. (I wanted to make a point about the metric system, so I gave a quiz on the English system of weights and measures.)
Of course the students all failed. I expected them too. When they asked whether I was counting the quiz for a grade, I told them "yes!" Of course, I was planning to just assign a 'participation' grade, and not assign the meager points that they had earned.
Today, one of my students sheepishly asked if I was really going to record the 20% that he had earned on the quiz. After toying with the class for a little while, I thanked the student for having the courage to question what I had told him. I used that as a learning experience to point out that we should not just accept what we are told, but that it is ok to question things in life.
N.B. Here is the extra credit question from the quiz (hardly anyone got it right): Which is heavier, a pound of gold or a pound of feathers?
The answer probably isn't the one you think it is!
Of course the students all failed. I expected them too. When they asked whether I was counting the quiz for a grade, I told them "yes!" Of course, I was planning to just assign a 'participation' grade, and not assign the meager points that they had earned.
Today, one of my students sheepishly asked if I was really going to record the 20% that he had earned on the quiz. After toying with the class for a little while, I thanked the student for having the courage to question what I had told him. I used that as a learning experience to point out that we should not just accept what we are told, but that it is ok to question things in life.
N.B. Here is the extra credit question from the quiz (hardly anyone got it right): Which is heavier, a pound of gold or a pound of feathers?
The answer probably isn't the one you think it is!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Union Meeting
Today, we had a meeting of our local teachers' association. Made me think about all the meetings that I have attended over the years. Hardly ever missed a meeting, though I never got super involved. I wasn't interested in running for office. We have a good group of people, always had. Always interested in doing the right thing for the kids, but we didn't want to be taken advantage of either.
The topics haven't changed much over the years--negotiations, working conditions, grievances, making our school a better place. The format hasn't changed either--refreshments before, then the business meeting.
In my earlier days, the "tea" was a really big deal. Each department would take turns bringing refreshments. The food would always be home made by the teachers (or their spouses). There would be punch in a crystal punch bowl. And on special occasions, the coffee would be served from the school's silver coffee and tea service.
Today, things are much more casual. We all work much harder today, I think. (Or am I just getting older?!) More often than not, the cookies are purchased on a big plastic tray from the grocery store, and the beverages are canned pop and bottles of water. Today, the host department ordered pizzas. Domino's. The pizza went over very well. But, I think we have lost a little something. I'd like to think we were more civilized then. . .
The topics haven't changed much over the years--negotiations, working conditions, grievances, making our school a better place. The format hasn't changed either--refreshments before, then the business meeting.
In my earlier days, the "tea" was a really big deal. Each department would take turns bringing refreshments. The food would always be home made by the teachers (or their spouses). There would be punch in a crystal punch bowl. And on special occasions, the coffee would be served from the school's silver coffee and tea service.
Today, things are much more casual. We all work much harder today, I think. (Or am I just getting older?!) More often than not, the cookies are purchased on a big plastic tray from the grocery store, and the beverages are canned pop and bottles of water. Today, the host department ordered pizzas. Domino's. The pizza went over very well. But, I think we have lost a little something. I'd like to think we were more civilized then. . .
Monday, March 8, 2010
Next Year's Schedule
Today, the office was abuzz! Next year's schedule was coming out! It felt funny (good) to watch everyone philosophize about their schedule, their colleague's schedules, and some of the problems with the various combinations of classes.
Someone asked how I liked my schedule, to which I responded, "I like mine just fine!"
(Actually, I'm glad I won't be teaching the schedule they have for the new person. It actually is not very interesting!)
Someone asked how I liked my schedule, to which I responded, "I like mine just fine!"
(Actually, I'm glad I won't be teaching the schedule they have for the new person. It actually is not very interesting!)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Alumni
On Saturday, I crossed paths with a former student. A young man that had been in two of my classes during the 1983-1984 school year. Brad (I don't have his permission to use his real name here) is a really wonderful individual who has made a very special place in the world. Through his business, he had crossed paths with another student, I'll call him Matthew, who had been in a typing class I taught. The fact that Matthew, class of 1982 would still remember anything from my class, so many years ago, is amazing to me.
I just hope that those memories are positive ones.
I just hope that those memories are positive ones.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Disappointment
I was supposed to take two students to a leadership summit this morning (Saturday). Getting up early on a weekend, going to school, driving the kids to another school, spending the day, driving them home, was not my idea of fun. However, it was the right thing to do.
However, I had barely left the neighborhood and I got a call from one of the students, "I'm sick and I can't go. But I talked to Fred, and he is still going."
Ok, I continue going to school. I wait, and wait. Fred was a no-show.
As one of my colleagues once said, "You can always count on a kid to disappoint you."
I guess I don't really believe that, but there must be a learning experience here, for someone.
However, I had barely left the neighborhood and I got a call from one of the students, "I'm sick and I can't go. But I talked to Fred, and he is still going."
Ok, I continue going to school. I wait, and wait. Fred was a no-show.
As one of my colleagues once said, "You can always count on a kid to disappoint you."
I guess I don't really believe that, but there must be a learning experience here, for someone.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
For many years, I have kept a coffee maker in my office. I need to have my caffeine. My long time companion has been an Oster coffee maker, with timer. I set it to make a pot of coffee just before I get to work in the morning.
This Thursday, I arrived at work and there was no coffee. I checked and it was full of water and grounds. So I figured that I had forgotten to press the start button.
I pressed the button, and just a few drops of water came out, then it stopped.
No. It couldn't happen. My coffee maker couldn't die, so close to my 'graduation.' We had been together for at least ten years, and now this.
Well, I brought in a replacement this morning. A shiny new Kenmore coffee maker that we had at home. It had been only used a few times. Now I am set for the rest of the year. Or so I thought.
Today, I was showing my students "Consumer Reports" magazine. In paging through, I saw that there had been a recall on Kenmore coffee makers. It seems that they can over heat and catch fire.
Hmmm. How would it be to have my coffee maker burn down the building, just before I retire!?
This Thursday, I arrived at work and there was no coffee. I checked and it was full of water and grounds. So I figured that I had forgotten to press the start button.
I pressed the button, and just a few drops of water came out, then it stopped.
No. It couldn't happen. My coffee maker couldn't die, so close to my 'graduation.' We had been together for at least ten years, and now this.
Well, I brought in a replacement this morning. A shiny new Kenmore coffee maker that we had at home. It had been only used a few times. Now I am set for the rest of the year. Or so I thought.
Today, I was showing my students "Consumer Reports" magazine. In paging through, I saw that there had been a recall on Kenmore coffee makers. It seems that they can over heat and catch fire.
Hmmm. How would it be to have my coffee maker burn down the building, just before I retire!?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
George, You Are Being Too Professional!
Today, we had a special meeting before school. They brought our colleagues from our sister school over for this big confab. I was here, ready to go, when my colleagues said, "George, you don't have to go to this meeting."
I thought they were joking. I was here, set to go, I always go to these 'mandatory' meetings. Then it was explained to me. "The meeting is about the new teacher evaluation process for next year. You don't need to know this--you won't be here next year."
Another reminder of the finality (liberation?) of June 2, 2010.
Not that I am counting, but only 58 more 'wakeups' after today!
Though, I again am not counting, this means that including today, the alarm clock has rung 6,047 times to remind me to come to work. Whew!
I thought they were joking. I was here, set to go, I always go to these 'mandatory' meetings. Then it was explained to me. "The meeting is about the new teacher evaluation process for next year. You don't need to know this--you won't be here next year."
Another reminder of the finality (liberation?) of June 2, 2010.
Not that I am counting, but only 58 more 'wakeups' after today!
Though, I again am not counting, this means that including today, the alarm clock has rung 6,047 times to remind me to come to work. Whew!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Casimir Pulaski Day
This morning, I was watching the news while I was having breakfast. One of the trailers at the bottom of the screen reminded me that today was Casimir Pulaski's birthday, and that many schools and other public offices were closed. Sadly for us, our district sought and received an exemption from that holiday--we must need more teacher-student contact time.
Of course, I did rub it in during class today. Then made sure that my students received an extra measure of knowledge from me!
Of course, I did rub it in during class today. Then made sure that my students received an extra measure of knowledge from me!
Friday, February 26, 2010
County Institute Day
Today was County Institute Day, here in DuPage County. The kids got to stay home (yay!), and the teachers got to learn how to be better teachers without having to deal with kids being around (yay).
The workshop I attended dealt with meeting the needs of African-American students. I was not sure what to expect, but I was very impressed, and walked away with a lot of useful information. All of what the speaker said made sense to me, much of it I already do, but I did have my eyes opened to a few things.
Where I work, I don't deal with many students of color. That's just the demographics of the community. Sometimes I think I am a little too authoritarian (perhaps it is the German upbringing), or maybe I am just old. But regardless, my students will have a little better experience this semester--and so will I.
The workshop I attended dealt with meeting the needs of African-American students. I was not sure what to expect, but I was very impressed, and walked away with a lot of useful information. All of what the speaker said made sense to me, much of it I already do, but I did have my eyes opened to a few things.
Where I work, I don't deal with many students of color. That's just the demographics of the community. Sometimes I think I am a little too authoritarian (perhaps it is the German upbringing), or maybe I am just old. But regardless, my students will have a little better experience this semester--and so will I.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Hooters
Two of my students were quitely discussing restauants and going out with friends at the end of class, after we were done with our lesson for the day. One of them mentioned that he was looking forward to going to Hooters Restaurant this weekend.
Another student, who had not been involved in the conversation, chimed in with, "I've been thinking about Hooters all day!"
It must be rough being a sophomore boy!
Another student, who had not been involved in the conversation, chimed in with, "I've been thinking about Hooters all day!"
It must be rough being a sophomore boy!
Waterworks
Today, I am giving tests in four of my five classes. In my second hour class, one of my goofier students, a junior, I'll call him Carl, was being more silly than usual. He was knocking things off of other students desks, he through an empty water bottle at the recycling bin (and missed), and in the middle of me giving the test directions, he belched so loud that the walls shook. (Ok, maybe I am exaggerating.)
In my best teacher voice, I said, "Carl, out in the hall." I got the rest of the students started, then went out to scold him. So, I was doing my usual scolding--"Your disruptions and behavior have been getting worse. The classes is being negatively impacted. Today, I am going to have to call home and call your coach, and let them know about your behavior. . ."
That is when the tears came.
"Mr. Miller, I'm sorry! I don't mean to be bad, I've been trying to be better . . ."
Oh, God, I get so freaked when the boys start to cry. But at this point, I think I finally got through to him. Then we talked frankly, him through his tears, and reached an understanding. We shook hands, and he thanked me (!).
I think he grew up a little today.
In my best teacher voice, I said, "Carl, out in the hall." I got the rest of the students started, then went out to scold him. So, I was doing my usual scolding--"Your disruptions and behavior have been getting worse. The classes is being negatively impacted. Today, I am going to have to call home and call your coach, and let them know about your behavior. . ."
That is when the tears came.
"Mr. Miller, I'm sorry! I don't mean to be bad, I've been trying to be better . . ."
Oh, God, I get so freaked when the boys start to cry. But at this point, I think I finally got through to him. Then we talked frankly, him through his tears, and reached an understanding. We shook hands, and he thanked me (!).
I think he grew up a little today.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Big Mistake
Today, I gave my students, what I thought was a powerful, empowering piece of advice. I told them to be honest, to tell the truth, and to be unafraid to let people know how you feel.
Mistake.
About two hours later, I received an email from one of my students offering suggestions for my class. Her big issue was
PowerPoint slide shows. "I can't learn from PowerPoint."
Sigh.
I do not, of course, over use slide shows. I don't think I have even spent the majority of a class period relying on one, but today I was introducing a new chapter. I thought I did a really nice job introducing a unit on Marketing Research. Oh, well.
However, my shoulders are broad. I definitely have heard worse, and in the scheme of things, I wish I would have been given such advice when I was in school. Then, I was taught to sit politely, and to be respectful, and to not make waves.
I actually have enjoyed this young woman's participation and very challenging responses this semester. I'm sure I will enjoy the intellectual jousting we will have this semester.
Mistake.
About two hours later, I received an email from one of my students offering suggestions for my class. Her big issue was
PowerPoint slide shows. "I can't learn from PowerPoint."
Sigh.
I do not, of course, over use slide shows. I don't think I have even spent the majority of a class period relying on one, but today I was introducing a new chapter. I thought I did a really nice job introducing a unit on Marketing Research. Oh, well.
However, my shoulders are broad. I definitely have heard worse, and in the scheme of things, I wish I would have been given such advice when I was in school. Then, I was taught to sit politely, and to be respectful, and to not make waves.
I actually have enjoyed this young woman's participation and very challenging responses this semester. I'm sure I will enjoy the intellectual jousting we will have this semester.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Technology Issues
Today was an interesting day. We started out not being able to access our files on our school's home network. It seems that a power outage over the weekend messed things up. I had been all set to introduce a new chapter, using a PowerPoint slide show. But alas, I could not open the file.
So, I taught the lesson, 'old school'. My classroom has a true, real slate, blackboard. (I am in the old part of the building, in a room that hasn't been modernized.) I rolled up the screen, got out my box of white chalk, and got down to business.
It was a lot of fun, the students found it interesting, and I didn't make any of those awful chalkboard sounds. (I learned a long time ago, how to properly hold the chalk.) I can still write fast and legibly! And I can do it with one eye on the the board and the other on the class.
Later in the morning, we lost power (wires down). This time it was not as much fun. It was during my prep period, and I had a long list of things to do, all of which required electricity. Fortunately, we got power back, just in time for lunch!
So, I taught the lesson, 'old school'. My classroom has a true, real slate, blackboard. (I am in the old part of the building, in a room that hasn't been modernized.) I rolled up the screen, got out my box of white chalk, and got down to business.
It was a lot of fun, the students found it interesting, and I didn't make any of those awful chalkboard sounds. (I learned a long time ago, how to properly hold the chalk.) I can still write fast and legibly! And I can do it with one eye on the the board and the other on the class.
Later in the morning, we lost power (wires down). This time it was not as much fun. It was during my prep period, and I had a long list of things to do, all of which required electricity. Fortunately, we got power back, just in time for lunch!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Greatful Audiemce
On Saturday, I gave a presentation at a meeting of a local group of antiques collectors. There were about 60 people in the audience, mainly older folk, and they were such a great audience! Sat with rapt attention. Had great questions when I was done. They all applauded at the very end. And not a single person fell asleep!
I'd like to say that this is the way my classes at school go, but I rarely get applause. I'm not going to begin talking about questions. Sometimes, my favorite activity is waking up the sleepy heads.
Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of great kids, but I guess the old saying is true--"Youth is wasted on the young!"
Or is it part of our problem in education. I was talking to one of the folks at the collector's group, a retired Industrial Arts teacher. He was bemoaning the decline and demise of what we used to call "shop" classes. I couldn't agree with him more. Making teenagers, boys especially, sit in chairs in rows, and expect them to listen and participate appropriately from 8 to 3 every day, is not realistic. We are so focused on preparing for the state tests, that we forget that there are other types of learning, not just memorization of math, science, and history facts. Sometimes kids, and adults too, just need to move around and do a different type of activity.
I'd like to say that this is the way my classes at school go, but I rarely get applause. I'm not going to begin talking about questions. Sometimes, my favorite activity is waking up the sleepy heads.
Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of great kids, but I guess the old saying is true--"Youth is wasted on the young!"
Or is it part of our problem in education. I was talking to one of the folks at the collector's group, a retired Industrial Arts teacher. He was bemoaning the decline and demise of what we used to call "shop" classes. I couldn't agree with him more. Making teenagers, boys especially, sit in chairs in rows, and expect them to listen and participate appropriately from 8 to 3 every day, is not realistic. We are so focused on preparing for the state tests, that we forget that there are other types of learning, not just memorization of math, science, and history facts. Sometimes kids, and adults too, just need to move around and do a different type of activity.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
European Union
Today, while reviewing for a test in my first hour class, I had one of those rare moments when I thought that the students got it.
Usually, this group is sleepy and unresponsive. It is 8 a.m., after all. However, today, in a discussion about the European Union and whether Turkey should be a member, a number of students really got into the discussion, and were throwing out ideas, discussing contradictions, and showing that they really had an understanding of what some of the real issues are.
Sweet!
Usually, this group is sleepy and unresponsive. It is 8 a.m., after all. However, today, in a discussion about the European Union and whether Turkey should be a member, a number of students really got into the discussion, and were throwing out ideas, discussing contradictions, and showing that they really had an understanding of what some of the real issues are.
Sweet!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Pants
This morning, I was kidding one of my students who's pants were sagging a little too low. (I usually tell them that President Obama sent a message for them--that the brothers need to pull their pants up!)
After this, I went back to getting ready for my class when Will (as we'll call him) called to me and said "see Mr. Miller, you don't need to worry, I wear two pairs of pants, in case someone trys to 'pants' me. He was standing there in class, with his outer pair of pants down around his ankles! Thank goodness for that second pair of long pants.
After this, I went back to getting ready for my class when Will (as we'll call him) called to me and said "see Mr. Miller, you don't need to worry, I wear two pairs of pants, in case someone trys to 'pants' me. He was standing there in class, with his outer pair of pants down around his ankles! Thank goodness for that second pair of long pants.
Test Review
Today I was reviewing for an upcoming test in four classes. I started the day in a fairly organized fashion (I guess you could say boring). In my last class the kids said, "Can't we play a game?" "Let's play 'Round the World.'"
That one was a new one to me--you start with a pair of students, ask a question, then the one who gets the answer correct first, moves on to the next student, and then you do the same thing over and over again. The winner is the student who goes around the room and gets to their original seat. We had a blast. They took the questions seriously, learned what they still needed to study, and had fun too.
We'll see how the test grades turn out tomorrow. . .
That one was a new one to me--you start with a pair of students, ask a question, then the one who gets the answer correct first, moves on to the next student, and then you do the same thing over and over again. The winner is the student who goes around the room and gets to their original seat. We had a blast. They took the questions seriously, learned what they still needed to study, and had fun too.
We'll see how the test grades turn out tomorrow. . .
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Whining
Today, one of my students, a junior in a freshman class, interupted me to tell me that I was the reason he was doing poorly in class. His rationale was that since I did not give him a handout with the assignments listed, that he never knew when his assignments were due.
Of course, I reminded him that I either put the assignment on the board, or it is projected on the screen. Our school also gives the students an assignment notebook, which I always remind the students to write the assignment in. And, in addition, there is a web site for our class, that listed all the assignments, through the end of the school year.
After this explanation, with a straight face, he said, "Mr. Miller, I don't use the Internet, except for funny YouTube videos!"
Flabbergasted, I could only say that it looked like his grade was going to be the one that made the other student's grades look better!
Of course, I reminded him that I either put the assignment on the board, or it is projected on the screen. Our school also gives the students an assignment notebook, which I always remind the students to write the assignment in. And, in addition, there is a web site for our class, that listed all the assignments, through the end of the school year.
After this explanation, with a straight face, he said, "Mr. Miller, I don't use the Internet, except for funny YouTube videos!"
Flabbergasted, I could only say that it looked like his grade was going to be the one that made the other student's grades look better!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Plotting and Scheming
I spent some time tonight plotting and scheming with one of my colleagues (via Facebook) over enrollment issues and potential course offerings. What a way to spend a day off of work!
Also heard from a dear friend, and former student, who has been enoying my blog every day. He said that I am bookmarked between the Huffington Post and Perez Hilton. What company!
Also heard from a dear friend, and former student, who has been enoying my blog every day. He said that I am bookmarked between the Huffington Post and Perez Hilton. What company!
Numbers
My department chair sent us our raw enrollment numbers this weekend. In numbers of students, we are up a little. However, some courses are down, and other courses are up in enrollment. We will have to see how the sectioning goes. The way I would divide the sections, things would be the same as this year. However, if they want to cut, they could increase class size and reduce staffing.
I always hate this time of year, because we are at the mercy and whim of student enrollment fluctuations and counselor advice (and sometimes antagonistic administrators). Even though I won't be there next year, I still believe very strongly in what we teach and I care very much for my colleagues. We'll see how things work out.
I always hate this time of year, because we are at the mercy and whim of student enrollment fluctuations and counselor advice (and sometimes antagonistic administrators). Even though I won't be there next year, I still believe very strongly in what we teach and I care very much for my colleagues. We'll see how things work out.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Farts
On Friday, one of my freshmen was passing gas quite loudly in class. When I glared at him (I really didn't know what to say), he stated that it was his right to take care of his bodily functions in class. At that point, I just pointed to the door, and he got the idea, and went to "time out."
I was sure if I started talking, I would either say something very inappropriate, or start to laugh!
I was sure if I started talking, I would either say something very inappropriate, or start to laugh!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Pretty Ordinary Day
Not much unusual going on today. I was there early for a union meeting--I am the "whip" representing our department. We are looking at reorganizing our association.
Classes went well. Finished an educational film (movie?) in one class, introduced a new chapter in four more.
My 7th hour class was observed by one of our social workers who is working with one of my troubled students. She didn't see much from the individual she was observing, but did comment on the freshman boys! They sure have energy that they don't know how to harness!
Tomorrow is Friday, and a long weekend. Thank you, all of the Presidents of the United States!
Classes went well. Finished an educational film (movie?) in one class, introduced a new chapter in four more.
My 7th hour class was observed by one of our social workers who is working with one of my troubled students. She didn't see much from the individual she was observing, but did comment on the freshman boys! They sure have energy that they don't know how to harness!
Tomorrow is Friday, and a long weekend. Thank you, all of the Presidents of the United States!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Earthquake
I was a little disoriented at work today. We had an earthquake that woke us up at 4 a.m. The whole house was shaking and creaking. What a wierd feeling! I never did get back to sleep.
We had a "late arrival" day at school today. Our department met with our counterparts at our sister school. We discussed curriculum ideas, enrollment, and new technology. It is amazing that two schools, just a few minutes apart, can have such different personalities. I worked at the other school 20 years ago, and this situation hasn't changed. In education change can happen at glacial speeds.
But the donuts and coffee were good. Mmmm. Dunkin Donuts!
We had a "late arrival" day at school today. Our department met with our counterparts at our sister school. We discussed curriculum ideas, enrollment, and new technology. It is amazing that two schools, just a few minutes apart, can have such different personalities. I worked at the other school 20 years ago, and this situation hasn't changed. In education change can happen at glacial speeds.
But the donuts and coffee were good. Mmmm. Dunkin Donuts!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
A Compliment
Today at school, one of the younger teachers (been here 15 years) paid me a compliment. She said, "you know, I have seen a lot of people here in their last year of teaching, and you are the only one who still seems to enjoy your job."
That really made me feel good, because I do enjoy my job, and do like working with the kids. I still think that this job is fun. Though I am getting tired of some of the malarkey.
Today, one of my freshmen was tearing off parts of his jeans in class today and throwing the pieces at another student. Of course, the other student became highly indignant, and a scene ensued. So much for fun . . .
That really made me feel good, because I do enjoy my job, and do like working with the kids. I still think that this job is fun. Though I am getting tired of some of the malarkey.
Today, one of my freshmen was tearing off parts of his jeans in class today and throwing the pieces at another student. Of course, the other student became highly indignant, and a scene ensued. So much for fun . . .
Monday, February 8, 2010
Grocery Store
On Sunday, we stopped a grocery store near my school. Ran into two students and a parent during that few minute stop. "Hi Mr. Miller, what are you doing here?!" Ugh.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Job Posting
I found out that the posted my job this week. Things haven't bothered me much so far, but knowing that there will be people competing for MY job, makes it seem somehow more final.
One of my colleagues checked, and mine is the only business education job posted right now in northern Illinois. So there will be a lot of interest. We'll see who they find.
Ironic thing is that our school wouldn't hire me today. They will only consider people with stellar academic records. I had a rough first semester freshman year in college. Wasn't prepared for the rigor. Of course, I learned the hard way, and that made me a better student (and a better teacher.) I've always felt that the best teachers know what it is like to struggle and to overcome.
One of my colleagues checked, and mine is the only business education job posted right now in northern Illinois. So there will be a lot of interest. We'll see who they find.
Ironic thing is that our school wouldn't hire me today. They will only consider people with stellar academic records. I had a rough first semester freshman year in college. Wasn't prepared for the rigor. Of course, I learned the hard way, and that made me a better student (and a better teacher.) I've always felt that the best teachers know what it is like to struggle and to overcome.
Timeout?!
Yesterday I had to send one of my sophomores to "timeout." Fifteen years old, over 6' tall, and an athlete. He made a scene because somebody was looking at him!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
First Test
I gave my first test of the semester. Over Chapters 1 & 2 in my Marketing class. Made the mistake of grading them today. Not good. There will be much whining.
Tomorrow I have tests in four classes. These are my younger students. We'll see how they do.
Tomorrow I have tests in four classes. These are my younger students. We'll see how they do.
So How Many Days Is It?!
I told myself that I was not going to obsess and do a countdown calendar. I actually have been enjoying just going with the flow.
However, every day I get the question, "So how many days is it?" Well, I broke down and counted last night. After today, I have 77 school days left. Or as one of my colleagues says, "only 77 wake-ups!"
However, every day I get the question, "So how many days is it?" Well, I broke down and counted last night. After today, I have 77 school days left. Or as one of my colleagues says, "only 77 wake-ups!"
Monday, February 1, 2010
Easy Day
Today went quite well. No hassles. No problems. I demonstrated the use of "speech recognition" for my younger students. It is a really cool thing. We use Dragon Naturally Speaking at our school as a part of the keyboarding (typing) curriculum. It is a lot of fun. Dragon is also available as an app for Iphones. So you can 'text' without typing on those tiny screens! Watching the kids download it on their phones, and then use it to 'text' each other was fun.
Friday, January 29, 2010
"We will ever love our alma mater!"
Today was the kick off of "Pack the Place" week. Designed to encourage school spirit, this event has a pep rally, dress-up days, games, contests, activities, and silliness. I hate these things, and I love them for their light hearted hokiness. Our students work very, very hard. It is good to be able to blow off some steam.
The pep rally today, I think, is my last pep rally. Think of 3000 people jammed into a gym that is slightly too small. Imagine noise, frenetic activity, and organized chaos. The seniors won the loudest class contest, the sophomores won the "fist bump" dance contest, even the freshmen won something--there was too much noise to tell what it was, however.
The school I went to never had such focused, massive events. (I think they were afraid to get that many kids together at that period in history--much too much unrest in the country. When I started to teach here, and saw my first pep rally, I was amazed. The cheerleaders, the pommers, the drag cheerleaders (thankfully that tradition has fallen by the wayside), the athletes--and and very serious traditions.
Of course the focus here (and not at my school) could explain why my high school has never won a state championship, but this school has won a jillion of them!
The pep rally today, I think, is my last pep rally. Think of 3000 people jammed into a gym that is slightly too small. Imagine noise, frenetic activity, and organized chaos. The seniors won the loudest class contest, the sophomores won the "fist bump" dance contest, even the freshmen won something--there was too much noise to tell what it was, however.
The school I went to never had such focused, massive events. (I think they were afraid to get that many kids together at that period in history--much too much unrest in the country. When I started to teach here, and saw my first pep rally, I was amazed. The cheerleaders, the pommers, the drag cheerleaders (thankfully that tradition has fallen by the wayside), the athletes--and and very serious traditions.
Of course the focus here (and not at my school) could explain why my high school has never won a state championship, but this school has won a jillion of them!
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