Most of what we learn...is false...it's true

To: C.W. and you
From: Mrs. Applebaume

I just attended one of those moments...the kind that don't wait.  I live near a college that has a Storytelling Festival.  Five minutes before a lecture by the professional storyteller Willy Claflin's began, I decided I had to go.  The subject was "Storytelling for Teachers".  I got there late, but I made it.


It was held in the basement of the Education Building.  I expected the room to be packed, but since it was during school hours, there were probably thirty of us. I would say three looked like shiny-eyed teachers-to-be.  


So, I scooted onto the back row and began to listen.  You know when someone is able to say something you have felt, but never made into a sentence?..made fact?...given voice to?  Well today Willy Claflin said my sentence.  

Everything we learn is not true.  All of those facts in science class that we memorized, we forgot. What's more, most of those facts have been disproved in the past thirty years.  So, our nation is now preoccupied with the testing and standardization of future falsehoods.

Mr. Claflin may not know it, but I was mentally spooning his pedagogy.   


So what does that leave a simple teacher to do?  Encourage creativity...but for now, I will simply glow.


"Imagination is more important than knowledge." ~ Albert Einstein

Feng Shwhat!?!?

To: Doloris Lachen
From: Mrs. Applebaume


Hi Doloris,


I know it is Monday, and you are tired, and you don't want to know this, but I can not know this alone. 


I was in Mrs. Copperson's room.  Yes, she is hard to like.  Yes, she is hard to listen to for more than a few minutes.  Yes, she is my team leader, so I was there for P/T conference fun. 


Copper and I were talking-shop just inside her classroom door.  I was looking at her decor.  It has the usual stuff.

• Up With People posters...Garfield and Snoopy are both present and pithy.
• Her Diplomas. 
• The state mandated postings of 
• Professional Principals (what we expect to teach...specific state codes included) 
• Student Goals (that they learn)
• Professional Goals (that we meet the Professional Principals and Student Goals that they learn what we teach). 
• The school district's motto "Whatever We Do, We Do Together"...which some have shortened to 'Whatever'.
• and Personal Interest clippings.

The personal interest clippings and photos are what caught my eye.  Right above the pencil sharpener I saw an old magazine photo simply stapled to the faded construction paper on her bulletin board.  The photo's colors and shapes were all flesh tones.  

My brain tried to work out the particulars...big finger...five small fingers...skin..."Hey, what is that?" I blurted out.

"Oh that," Copper replied "that is an picture of a baby reaching up during a c-section.  The sweet child is reaching up and grasping the doctor's finger.  It is a real discussion opener.  I can't talk politics, but I can plant seeds."

By this point I was having a complete fetal-photo freak out.  All I could come up with was "Hmmm, interesting..." and then I wandered down to my classroom.  

This is what I need to know from you, my professional leader....why, Why, WHY?!?!?!

To: Mrs. Applebaume

From:Doloris Lachen

Ugh...How many times do I have to tell you, do not talk to strange-ers!  

The WORST meeting....ever!

To: Principal Shields

From: Mrs. Applebaume

Hello Millie,

Ronnie E. and his father arrived on time but a day late. We quickly convened, and the group asked me to share our team notes..

It was 8:30 a.m. and the father was drunk.

Each of us spoke about Ronnie's failing grades and behavioral problems. The father was angry when he heard that his son had made a small weapon out of a spring. He had been looking for that spring for a couple weeks.

When our reports were done, the father began to chastise his son's lack of focus. He used an extended metaphor of school work being like a pet dog. How care, cleaning, food and water are required for it not to die. This went on until he seemed to only be speaking of animal upkeep.

He then began to berate his son loudly. Denny regained the father's attention by calling out his name until he noticed. Denny then thanked him for showing support of his son's education. We all reaffirmed what a good heart Ronnie has.


I hope his heart is strong.  He will need to be completely self-reliant.


To: Denny (Choir teacher)

From: Mrs. Applebaume

I just want you to know that you are my hero.

I am a good enough judge of character to know that I could not stop Ronnie's father. He would not have heard anything a woman had to say to him.

I sat there, realizing that I was about to vomit down the front of my shirt. The hostility was so thick in the air.

There were other men in the room. Ones with more clout. You were the one who regained the dad's attention. You are my hero.

To: Mrs. Applebaume

From: Denny

Thanks for the hero status. That was crazy.

Maybe next time we should start by asking for the parent's e-mail address at the beginning of the meeting. If it is like his, maddogfreak@****com, we could just forfeit.

Survival Skills for Parent/Teacher Conference a.k.a. How to be a Bendable Tree

To: Emily (student teacher intern)

From: Mrs. Applebaume

Hi Emily,

As your mentor, I wanted to give you a little info on what to expect during P/T Conference. Every school has a system. Some have parents move from class to class. Others have all of the teachers at booths in the gym. Our school uses the panel system.

The panel system intends on streamlining the discussion. Parents and teachers get a chance to all meet together to discuss the student. It is hoped that group communication improves the cohesion in the expectations and adaptations of the team of teachers, the student, and the student's parents.

That being said, I want you to know that parents do not expect the panel. Often it takes a moment for them to adjust. If not operated carefully, it can cause anxiety for the parent (and student if they attend).

My first P/T conf. was highly stressful. I found myself empathizing with the nervous parents. I listened to the words, tone, and posture of my peers with great care. When I saw a mother sitting calmly, but her hands were so tightly clenched that her fingers were white, I got a bit dizzy. When I saw another mother cry about the sick sibling that requires all of her time, I began picking at my fingernails. When I entered at the tail-end of another team's panel and the the father was pacing, the mother was crying, and the boy was rocking........I was glad I was not on that team.

Looking at our schedule, we will have a busy thirteen hour day on Thursday. Each appointment is usually scheduled for twenty minutes. This time we are allotting thirty, so that will be a bit easier. Friday will simply be walk-ins.

So what do you do? Plant your feet firmly on the ground. When things are tense, visualize your feet becoming tree roots digging down deep. You are only responsible for you. Sit quietly. This is your chance to be a fly on the wall. I look forward to finding out what you learn.

To: Mrs. Applebaume

From: Emily

Since I had to leave at 9:00 p.m. sharp, we weren't able to visit. Instead, I wrote my observations while fresh in my mind.

• How did the school not mention that Jill L. was diagnosed A.D.H.D. and legally deaf in her left ear? It was an in-district transfer.
• I was surprised that Raul R. only learned English a year and a half ago. It explains his awkward sentence structure. Are we supposed to do anything for him? He is so quiet.
• Why didn't your panel mention that Shaylynn K. would benefit from therapy. The mother seemed at a loss.
• Did you notice the T-shirt that the Native American father was wearing? Was that on purpose? If you missed it, it said "America's first Homeland Security"!

I hope that I am not out of line. I truly appreciate the opportunity to observe. I can't wait to take this back to my classes.

Thanks,

Emily

To: Emily

From: Mrs. Applebaume

Hi Emily,

I am sorry that we didn't get a chance to visit last night...the parents were talkers. I understood that you had homework waiting for you. My kids needed to be picked up as well. It has been a long day/night for us all.

I will go down the list of the questions you wrote out.

• I believe you would agree that spending a little time with Jill L. makes it pretty clear that she is easily distracted. The A.D.H.D. diagnosis legally mandates me to accommodate for her needs. This will not change much of what I am already doing.
  It is always nice to know when a student is deaf...even in one ear. It explains her volume. I will move her to the other side of the room, so her good ear will be facing me instead of the window. It is difficult having her in such a large group.
  In that hour, I have three students with A.D.H.D., two E.S.L. (English as Second Language) students, and one student with anger issues that require an adult tracker to stay with him. It is a tricky hour.

As for the question of the transfer papers not showing up. I am not privy to how confidential records are moved. Trust that I will make some inquiries.

• Raul R. was a surprise to me too. He is a quiet one, but he is so alert that I would not have guessed that he was so new to the English language. Since he is in a class with two official E.S.L. students (not to mention four others who speak Spanish at home) we are in a good position. However, since he has spoken the language for over a year, he is not legally required to have adaptations.
• Shaylynn K. would benefit from therapy. Here is the truth. If any person working for the district suggest that the mother seek help, we are legally responsible for the cost of care. The district can not afford to offer such help. Now, how crazy is that? The mother will find her way. She is asking questions. She will find answers elsewhere.
• I did notice the Jr.'s father's provocative T-shirt. I want you to also notice that there were very few pairs of parents that showed up together. It is nice to see that much support coming from home. Plus, Jr.'s grades are good, and they still wanted to meet with us...not bad. As for the T-shirt. It was painful and hilarious, and that is my favorite kind of performance art

You did well Emily. Thanks for making it the whole thirteen hours.

I will see you in the morning.