Making a Difference

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If only we could transform the usual platitudes Into meaningful choices and everyday attitudes If only we could do the things we say we'll do Then we could make a difference profound and true.
And at the risk of sounding worn and jaded I wonder what happens when the awareness ribbons are faded. Tweets and likes and "Go Fund Me" donations Have we fooled ourselves into being complacent?
Intentions are good but actions are best When what we promise is put to the test. Awareness is good but change is what matters Plans left abandoned are like dreams lost and scattered.
Change is hard and the work never ends Lift up the thoughts and prayers again and again. Live your creeds with deeds and strong voices Let your posts and thoughts breathe life in your choices.
Who am I to preach? What do I really know? Making a difference is hard,  and progress is slow. I'll take steps that are small. I'll take steps that are steady. I'll start now…

Taking the “L” in Your Classroom

I am guessing they you probably have heard of the video game Fortnite. You may have even heard of “Taking the L.” This is a dance for players to rub in the loss or defeat of another player. Charming, right? My friend told me this dance was banned in her son’s school. I’d like to ban the flossing dance, but that’s because I just can’t for the life of me master those silly little moves.

We all had some losses this year: the lesson that flopped, the idea that failed, and the goal we were unable to achieve. I tend to beat myself up for the things that went wrong and I often forget to celebrate the things that went well. I think a lot of you out there are the same. So here is my list of things I’m grateful for NOT losing.

Perspective- I’m working for the benefit of the children. The children aren’t working for the benefit of me. It’s easy to get frustrated when children don’t do what we want. It’s natural. But I’m proud of the times I was able to take a deep breath, make a joke and give a…

Messy in the Middle

Congratulations to the HBW Class of 2018!
Thank you to Ms. McNeal for inspiring me to write this poem, which she shared at the ceremony today.
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Messy in the Middle
It’s messy in the middle. You’re not grown up but you’re not little. You’re still a kid, but not a baby. Life in the middle can feel crazy.
Mom and Dad don’t seem so cool. The teachers are cringey at your school. Grownups saying, “When I was a kid…” Then some long story about what they did.
And sometimes it’s all too much The projects, the sports, the rush. And there’s a friend that you’re not sure Is really your friend any more.
When Mom and Dad ask you all the time It’s easier to  say you’re fine. It’s so messy in the middle. You’re not grown up, but you’re not little.

'Twas the Night Before PARCC

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I dedicate this poem to all of the inspiring teachers I am proud to work with at H.B.W.

'Twas the night before PARCC, when all through the school, All the posters were covered, for that was the rule. The chrome books were charged in the classrooms with care, In hopes that good wi-fi would always be there.

The desks were arranged, in rows that were neat, Where students would soon ELA tests complete. And Mr. S. in his sneakers, and I in my flats, Were ready to pace 'round the classroom in laps.

Then deep in my soul there arose such a feeling, Just what would these PARCC scores one day be revealing? I knew in my heart that the Common Core Wasn't all that a teacher was meant to be for.

The pride of a child who has finally gained The concept he worked so hard to attain; After some soul-searching that does appear, To be the real reason that we are all here.

How I'm Like Ebenezer Scrooge

Don't worry. I'm not a curmudgeon exclaiming "Bah Humbug" at every checkout. I'm like Ebenezer Scrooge because I've seen the error of my ways, and it's time to make amends. A few years ago, I chased kids who wanted to play games like Slitherio and out of the library. Literally.  Then, like Ebenezer Scrooge, I woke up and realized I was doing it all wrong.

Here's what happened.

A few months ago,  I  wrote about why I decided to allow gaming in the library. This decision represented a change of heart for me. I wasn't  completely sure if I was making the right decision, but I thought a little experiment couldn't hurt. I promised readers an update on my gaming policy, so here it is.

I never advertised the fact that I had lifted the ban on playing games, but somehow word spread. Now that the weather is getting colder, more kids want to play games instead of going outside for recess. Had I turned a quiet sanctuary for book lovers into an arc…

Shouldn't All Education Be "Special'?

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I've been thinking a lot about special education students lately. I'm not a special education teacher, but of course, I teach special education students every day.  I was reaching for a gallon of milk, and my eyes gravitated to the "Sell By" date. I zoned in on those words and I thought, "I hope that when I am teaching a special education student I remember to see more than just a label." Some of our students have an  Individualized Education Plan (IEP), but shouldn't we be individualizing education for ALL of our students? Shouldn't all education be "special"?

In 17+ years, I have worked with over 100 different teachers.  I have seen teachers come and go. Some of my mentors have retired;  others teachers were peers who relocated, started families, or switched careers.  I can honestly say that the teachers I have come to know and love are good people. We care. We really do.

But we are human. Sometimes I worry that w…

Teaching with Compassion

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"Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.  Without them, humanity cannot survive." -Dalai Lama
I think all educators lose sight of the big picture from time to time, myself included. We are so busy doing what we think we MUST: grading the papers, making the copies, sending the emails, and perfecting the lessons. Do we always find time for the things we OUGHT to do? Do we smile more at our students? Do we say hello in the hallways? Do we compliment our students? Do we ask them how they are doing-- really doing-- and wait for the answer and actually listen?

On my good days, sure, I do these things.  On my bad days, the days I am caught up in doing what I think I MUST, I send a child over to the stacks alone, telling myself I'm teaching  independence when really, I just want to finish the email I am writing. When I am too wrapped up in my own agenda, I scribble the pass to the library for lunch, barely looking up at the human being in f…