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Monday, March 11, 2024

Breaking Away from Convention

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I was a teacher. Once a teacher, always a teacher. It is impossible to not want to enlighten people once you've developed a taste for it. I spend a great deal of time thinking, and when I'm not thinking, I'm talking. Talking clarifies my thoughts, but so does putting emphasis on reflection.

So much wisdom to impart. So, I documented here on this blog my health scares that resulted in my attention to every moment of every day. Nothing is guaranteed, and I am now on my 3rd major health scare, and, even if it doesn't actually get easier to deal with fear and pain, it is my fear and pain and I am feeling something. That's life. It can be sublimely ecstatic or dreadfully painful, but it's an experience! Feel the wonderful life that is within you; let nothing be lost upon you - Oscar Wilde

I look to the greats for bits and pieces of my philosophy. I also look to travel to broaden my mind and see things in a way I never would have expected. I cannot plan travel for quite some time due to my health issues, but I can still read the greats, who did travel. Here's some of their unattributed wisdom:

  • The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people - people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behavior, just as money frees people from work.
  • And there is another feeling that is a great consolation in poverty. I believe everyone who has been hard up has experienced it. It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs — and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it.
  • It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
  • He might be ragged and cold or even starving, but so long as he could read, think and watch for meteors, he was, as he said, free in his own mind.
  • Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.
  • Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.

This is one of my favorite books, by a famous author, but I bet you can't guess the author. No cheating.


Right now, my convalescence that was a gift from my sister and father is coming to a close. I need to get back to the grind and yesterday, sick or not. I have used this time, amongst other things, to travel back in my mind. It has been one of the best trips I have ever taken. I have an old friend to thank for that: a very, very patient friend who may not have pure intentions but neither do I. I am very lucky. Even not feeling well, I am enjoying myself. And, hey! if this great author can be cold, ragged and starving and yet broad and free, I can do it warm, ragged, and starting to finally fill up.  


Saturday, November 11, 2023

Does Getting What You Want Make You Happier?

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This gym/cafeteria was subterranean? There was a bump out that is not pictured to the right where the kitchen was, and the milk coolers were where the 2 yellow tables are.

I always thought things would have turned out better if, at one critical juncture in time, my family had zigged instead of zagged. I never really had the ability to know this to be true, I just assumed this from age 11 until just recently. Now, come to find out, maybe not...

See, I grew up in a fairy tale. Or in a Laura Ingalls Wilder novel. With wishing wells and water wheels and orchards and bobwhites. And then, I moved. To Cleveland. Ohio. In 1979. Body hair. Body odor. Lots of stuff happening with the body. And, simultaneously, moody. This must be Cleveland's fault! So, Cleveland was thrown under the bus pretty quickly. But, there was a rural quality to where I lived, and some amenities, and it had an amazing amusement park just nearby. I mean, we saw license plates from MICHIGAN there in Cedar Point! MICHIGAN!

Fast forward one year. I get a 12th birthday card from someone in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Mom, do I know anyone in Grand Rapids, Michigan? Yes, Lin, your dad. Oh, huh... I guess I'll put it on the pile...

Now, fast forward a number of decades. My mother is sick and dying in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I am there for her last breath. A year later, I am back in the fairy tale, back in Walnut Grove. I am being taken over by my mother, completely. I can feel her entering my body and mind in the forest with the birds. I am healing.

My fairy tale had some scary elements that I glossed over. I made a scene in 3rd grade on the bus, and I have been fearing my anger ever since. That set me on a course of regret and mistakes that would take a lifetime to overcome. But, I had many models. First was Mom. And the second was Laura Ingalls.

There is a fine line, it turns out, between historic nostalgia, and, we need to be careful to not gloss over this, indoctrinating anachronisms. So, I thought my elementary was "homey colonial", which is true. It is also true that it is not well maintained.

Four-square behind them authentic from my era, at least

I think there used to be a mosaic here, past the library and the 6th grade classroom. Pied piper?

Those closets used to have doors and you would hide in there during games.

The sink where my BFF and I filled our mouths with water and then tried to talk.

Those stall door supports were just within reach if you stepped onto the toilets.
Flooring from at least my era. Probably 1930s.

Drainpipe now cordoned off, and I think it was then, too. But...

Hopscotch now painted instead of carved with a slate stone.

Okay, if there were hundreds of children outside nearly killing themselves, you probably wouldn't notice me at the top half of this drainpipe for a while, either

These were the first grade classrooms with a view towards the kindergarten?

A great wall to play rattlesnake on.

Right side of building.

This must be the kindergarten room. Bathroom door was thick oak. I sat at the table behind the cardboard. Other door went to 1st? Closet?

So, that hill with the orange cones and chain link fence? I'd pick up speed there and crash into the parked bus.

The view if you were leaving on the bus.

The gym? No idea.


In my day, those balls were made of actual, red rubber and were none too soft!

I ended up in a faraway land, pre-internet, pre-social media, back when we had to either write letters or make toll calls. I returned here exactly once, in between Cleveland and Grand Rapids. I felt I no longer belonged there and that I had abandoned my friends. We had all moved on in one short year. I had changed; they were still the same. My elementary school and my friends were stuck in time...

Then, my cousin took me back in the late 90s. She did a news report on a Christmas tree farm. I don't remember how we got there, we must have gone in backwards or something, but there I was, looking at the giant Christmas tree that we planted as a seedling. And then, finally, once again this year, Christmas tree now gone, key neighbors still there?!?! The house is renumbered. I met the owner, who was a young mother. I told her we used to keep baby birds and tadpoles in teacups in her garage. She humored me. Then, I moved on.

And now, I am reconnecting with people from those bicentennial days! And, you know what? Puberty was not Cleveland's fault. Finding one's way through life is hard, whether you stay in one place or move all around. Moodiness is not on Grand Rapids. It was just a convenient scapegoat.

I had a great childhood and I was very impressive as a girl. And things went down the way they did. I accept that now. It helped make me who I am, and I am quite impressive!

Friday, November 10, 2023

The Criminals Are the Ones Going After Teachers

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Once upon a time, it was a given that if you were at all capable of teaching, you received your one satisfactory observation each year, ending the year with an ever so carefree, satisfactory overall for the year. But then, someone said, wait, if so many schools are failing and yet every teacher or nearly so is satisfactory, well, that doesn't compute. Never mind free-will and oppositional defiance common to teens and ever-deteriorating influences! No! There was ONE study ONE TIME, never replicated, that showed a relation between teacher effectiveness and student achievement. It's the teachers' fault!

So, it’s the teachers that bear the onus of turning an educational corner while guiding students and parents from every corner of the planet, most experiencing turmoil in one way or another, while negotiating a new observation system that balances teaching to a rubric with high-stakes testing data. If you add an administrator breathing down your neck, exploiting every opportunity to deduct points from your rating and gives you zero credit for what you are doing, and, yeah, party’s over.


Technical jargon portion: The rating system that the "Great Thinkers" of government decided upon, currently has a matrix to determine what rating a teacher would get based on their observations, now known as "Measures of Teacher Practice" or "MOTP", and students' scores, now known as "Measures of Student Learning". Boy, do I want the job of naming these things! Someone has that job! Notice that it is possible to get a MOTP rating of "Ineffective" and a MOSL score of "Highly Effective". Yes, that is a possibility that the Great Thinkers anticipated! But, that means that students scored well on the state test in their ineffective teacher's subject. How can a teacher be teaching at an ineffective or developing level but her students show growth? Someone please explain this!
But, that never happens, right? Well, no, it does. I know of what I speak. And, it happens year after year after year. I know this, too.

So, either the determination of the MOSL is defective, or the assessment of teaching is. But, no matter how byzantine and secretively the MOSL is calculated, one thing you can say:
it is numbers in a formula that is empirical and non-manipulatable.

Now, it is this same observation system that came out in 2014 and was immediately met with practical questions, like, how do teachers that teach gym, the arts, specialized classes, etc, get a measure of student learning. The answer was, we'll test the students. The next year, they stopped using the MOSL entirely, and then the following year, rather than test each subject to tie the MOSL to each teacher, teachers were now to chose a test they'd like to use, instead. Teachers could choose a certain demographic in their school and a test that is given by the state. This means that a senior journalism teacher could select the 6th grade SWD math test if she taught in a 6-12 school. Kind of a mess, but you're still with me?

Now let's talk about the MOTP. This was first implemented, in 2014, based on the 20 component, 4 domain Danielson rubric. The very next year, it was streamlined to 8 components in 4 domains. Those teachers who still have groups that take the state test (basically ELA and Math teachers in grades 3-8, and science in 4th and 8th), received advisory scores, as well, using their students' growth, as in 2014. Student surveys were supposed to be included in the ratings, but that never happened, although school's did pilot giving the surveys.

In other words, they rolled out a new system without a great deal of feedback or forethought, and have been patching it ever since. But, still, there are problems integral to it.

Somehow, the geniuses in District 24, at the time, all math masters, had my MOTP on the decline, while my MOSL was climbing. How? Well, that is a story for another day. Strap in, baby cakes, I'm about to explain why.

Sunday, October 29, 2023

Surviving a 3020a - There are no Downsides! New to the Teaching Profession? Read This!

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Throughout my years in the school system of New York City, I have listened to the adage that the elders are wise. I listened to them, those older teachers, and of the future they foretold, and I heeded the lessons they shared. If you have been served with 3020a papers and you are flabbergasted: your job is immensely harder. Since I WAS prepared, years in advance, I documented EVERYTHING, and the administration were as much amateurs at lying as at having a clue about teacher effectiveness. There are some helpful tips even if you are just learning of the smear campaign (specifically, the section on "preponderance of evidence"), but the best defense is a long trail of evidence. Never let a verbal agreement go undocumented in writing. Your new best friend is, "per our conversation" and, "Please advise if anything I have documented is incorrect or disputed".

The good news is that most administrations expect a rote process and are taking the path of least resistance. You CAN win if you are willing to put in the work.

Preponderance of Evidence - Your New Full-Time Job

First of all, the 3020-a is a "preponderance of evidence" hearing. I am not a lawyer, and nothing that I post should ever be seen as a replacement for valid legal advice, but, from a layperson's understanding, this means that whoever has the most evidence, wins. So, you need to document everything. My state is a single-party state, meaning it is legal to audio record with only one (as opposed to all) party's knowledge. Obviously, this, again, is not legal advice, but in my case, that information could have been crucial. I asked the administrators' directly if I was being targeted, and that I felt targeted, and countered every argument to no avail, all on tape. Still got 'em, in fact. 

There will be charges brought. Read through them. In my service of 3020a papers, I was referred to as "Jane Doe", without it having established my actual name (like a form letter). Incompetence on the DOE's part is a good omen; already they're showing the lack of attention that you will exploit. Write down everything you remember about each event listed. Think of names of students, paraprofessionals, parents, etc, that could contradict these charges. Specificity matters, but if you can't come up with a name, write down as many clues as possible. For example, I built an offensive case, as a backup, and gathered intel as I received it. Having all potential "witnesses" in one central file helped me piece together dirt. In some cases, the information was as vague as 'Joe, lives in Long Island, talk to Jennifer about him", but as I gathered more information, it became a rolodex of phone numbers and email addresses. This, in my case, has so-far proven to not be germane, but it was therapeutic during the beginning phase when I was still in a state of limbo. Go through old emails, searching for the administrators that are involved. This will remind you of events in the past, as well as provide crucial evidence, as it did me. An administrator had written in her personal log, presented as proof at my hearing, that I was absent for a TIP meeting, but I found an old email where I contacted her on the date in question asking her whereabouts, meaning I was at the meeting but she wasn't. The more educated you become about the case, the better.

I kept my evidence stored on a cloud drive, but I also kept hard copies in a binder for the hearing. Get organized and stay organized. I had kept a harassment log that included links to email communication or photographic evidence. I kept a rebuttal document with each charge, and each point refuted with proof. In many cases, the evidence was the administrator's own words. For example, she would write that "Many questions were low-level and could be answered in only one way", but her evidence was contradictory: "You asked why is the denominator 1" or "Is there another way to do this". Another common problem was vague comments. One of my favorites was "lesson lagged or was rushed", which besides not being helpful, was also pulled from a data bank of possible characteristics of "ineffective", which indicated that she worked from "ineffective" backwards, looking up things to write on my observation reports on the internet. Yes, I googled some of this genius' favorite phrases. She neglected to read the data bank, unfortunately, because if she had, she may have seen the disclaimer that the ideas were not meant as replacement for true, low-inference evidence, but rather as a training tool. It is tricky to implement changes if the problem is not identified! Some of the evidence she used to justify an ineffective rating was used as an example of effective rating on the Danielson rubric. Please re-read that sentence, because I'm sure you need to. I also noted patterns in the assistant principal's comments, and at one point she obviously started from a previously completed observation rather than a blank form, because she forgot to change the lesson's objective. She thought I wouldn't pick up on her alternating identical observation reports with different dates and objectives. We're not dealing with masterminds, here. When asked about it, she lied, and we exploited that to the utmost! She would note that I didn't identify pre-requisites or didn't have high order questions, and I rebutted it with the lesson plan that I sent via email after the observation. It is tiny things like this that collectively will win your case. Remember, they've been half-assing this. They want to tick the boxes and say that they followed protocol. It is your job to point out that they didn't.

The Lawyer - Find Your Team

I think a fallacy held among non-legal population that a lawyer will take care of everything. This is your case, and the lawyer can only use what you bring to the table. You will need to do work. In my case, I kept the names of those elders who had 3020-a charges before me in my rolodex, my lawyershe was able to look up the transcripts and come up with possible strategies. For example, one of my former coworkers argued that the observations were completed by only one administrator, which the hearing officer noted in the decision as a reason for the favorable decision. We used this strategy, too. It will help the lawyer get a feel for who he or she will be dealing with. We discussed our message and how to best present this message. In my case, the message was that I was a decent teacher, not perfect, that tried her best, but couldn't overcome the administration's bias against me. And the important thing was that it was true, and I wholeheartedly believed this. The other obvious pattern that was found in the previous teachers' cases was, of course, they were all experienced (read: well-paid).

If there is a change in your representation, make sure that the new lawyer has read the entire file. As a cautionary tale, this happened to the DOE's case, and the new lawyer didn't verify that the observations included in the charges were ALL of the observations, which they weren't. The DOE did not include certain, more positive, observations, and there must have been a reason, but in the hand-off, there was a lack of communication and the incoming lawyer assumed the charged observations must have included every observation, and the look on his face when we entered the uncharged observations made the process almost bearable. Lawyers can only do so much. You have to make your own luck.

Do not feel as if you must do as if your lawyer is telling you. They can advise, but the ultimate decision about your case should be done by you. If your lawyer is trying to coerce you, make your chapter leader and district representative aware. In my case, I wanted to follow the tact of the state law that requires districts to first have a board or PEP vote on whether to pursue a 3020-a, which NYC decided, "nah", and it's just always been this way. There was a decision in Staten Island by Judge Desmond Green, regarding this 2590 state law. I wanted my lawyer's opinion on this, and rather than face the issue directly, it seemed to me that she was offended that I was asking. I also sought counsel outside of the UFT, from teachers who'd been through the process, speaking with private attorneys and friends I had made who were involved in activism in the union and the like. I have always made it my business to cultivate the acquaintance of rabble-rousers. Perhaps that is why I was singled out, but I have quite a few theories. The good people will only be too willing to help. They are a good sounding board for your ideas. Talk it out as much as you need to with people from various perspectives. Obviously, you need to choose these people wisely. You can use confidants that you know are turncoats to your advantage, as I did, to convey certain information to the administration. If you need devious tricks, ask them for it!

My lawyer also believed in the beginning that I had made a tactical error in allow the administration to video tape a lesson. Every year, I opted for this, and longed for proof that either they were, or I was, crazy. I was pretty adamant that it was a good thing, and it ended up being key in my case. Finally, it wasn't my word versus hers. If you are still in the classroom and still being observed, I would consider (talk with a lawyer) audio taping your instruction, but this is tricky legal territory. Not only did the video(s) debunk the claims on the observation form, but when asked about a specific incident that didn't appear on the tape, my principal again decided to lie, and said that there was a break in the tape and the incident must have occurred during the time where she "turned off the camera", and even, that "you could see I was getting tired [of videotaping]". That came back to haunt the principal and the videographer (the observing supervisor) because if she had indeed gotten tired and stopped videoing and then restarted, the result would have left the second video with the same date stamp as the first, but a slightly later start time. But, this was not the case; the second video had a date some weeks later, and ironically, it was the date that the observation report was written. It was a simple matter of noting that the videos were obviously from the same lesson (everyone was wearing the same thing in both videos), and the reason the date stamp on the second video was different was because she edited the one video she took and took out a portion, and saved the end portion as the second video.  Arcane stuff, but crucial.

Despite our differences, my legal representative and I had a very good working relationship in the end. Understand your lawyer's role, and understand that it is your job and right to make sure they are doing it to your standards.

Strategy - Stay Cool, You Got This

You've decided on the narrative, and you've looked for evidence that supports this narrative. Now, regardless of your strategy, you must look helpful and willing to improve. I had a right to be angry; administration was unfairly targeting me and it made my life a living hell. But, the hearing is not the forum for venom. You are an educator, and that is a career that no one chooses lightly. Showing that person, the one who loves children, is tantamount. Also, the best narrative is one that isn't completely one-sided; my lawyer told me that one. There are always three versions of a story and the arbitrator knows the truth lies in the middle somewhere. If both sides are diametric opposites, it is difficult to see what actually happened, so tell the officer the truth. If some of the charges are based in fact, say so. On such and such day, yeah, I was having an off day or a made a bad judgement call or whatever. In my situation, the few specific, low-inference comments she wrote were factual. I framed the events as rare occurrences that I dealt with and learned from.


In the end, my lawyer convinced me to stay high, and let them wallow down below. I didn't take the offensive as a strategy, as much as I wanted to. I told myself I would do that later if I needed to, if there was a negative decision in the case, and I needed to take it to federal court. My counsel got my administration to contradict each other, but most importantly, she got the observing AP to lash out briefly in anger. It looks very, very, very bad when a person cannot control their hatred and anger. Do not do this. Their lawyer will try to provoke you, so if you feel yourself getting heated, ask your lawyer to take a break. Staying level headed will be your biggest challenge. I was friendly and helpful to the point where I offered copies to opposing counsel in front of the arbitrator. Judges are human, and if they like you, they can't help but side with you. Educators put on shows every day, and your job now relies on this honed acting ability. Don't lose the faith. You got this.




Monday, October 23, 2023

Welcome Back, Dear Readers!

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Still living in Queens


Warning: many, long-saved, not posted, blogs are on-deck now. I am mostly home alone during the day, making phone calls (remember those?), getting costumes ready (it IS that time of year), getting to the bottom of the laundry (that trip to Bushwick didn't help in that department), etc. Very interesting stuff!

These posts aren't about costumes or cake. No. They're about the DOE. That might be a problem. Whatever. Buckle up, people. There's a lot of them.

In the meantime, I am looking up bathroom codes on my phone when studio women appear in the middle of your triangle of bathroom would-be enterers. And opens the door with the keypad on the handle. Editing videos of skating and the Nutcracker. Living life.

For those eager students out there, start by looking up the 3020a process. Charlotte Danielson. Michael Bloomberg. I'll stop...

So, be warned. I'll see about adding an unsubscribe button to the homepage.


Friday, October 20, 2023

Who Am I? A Rambling Attempt to Figure Out My Life.

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6/17/14 2:15 PM I had a minor meltdown at work today where I lost control at a student.  Nothing physical, but that sassy - no, rude - child received the full force of my anger.  I had a similar moment immediately after I returned to teaching after my stroke, and the scary thing about that craze was the instigating infraction was trivial compared to the diatribe it provoked.  I chalked that incident up to what, in essence, was my brain injury.  The thing about a stroke is that it changes you; the essence of who you are is your brain, and your brain is not the same after a stroke.  My brother-in-law is a quadripelegic, so physically he is completely different than he was before his spinal injury, but he is still the same person.  I, on the other hand, look the same as I did before my stroke; it is the inside that changed.

So, back to today.  One of my collegues passed away one week ago, and she was a gentle, caring teacher who lived her life following the model of God.  Because she was suffering from stage IV cancer, her honors class that she intended to loop with for a three-year stint was given to me after only a year.  I'm sure this ripped at her heart, and she would come in during my classes with them often.  Even during her chemotherapy, she continued to come to work, because she lived to teach, and loved her job.  Those of you who know me, know I no longer love teaching.  I did, and in theory I still do, but the joy and love of it has long ago left. 

When I attended her service, I listened to the Rabbi and swore I'd model my life after Mrs. S. and show love, love, love, especially to those poor, hurting children I share a building with.  And then, today happened.  Can I use the excuse of my stroke, which is now five years in the past?  Am I grieving my coworkers loss?  Am I just making excuses?  Who am I?  What do I stand for?

Ladies and gentlemen (are there any male readers out there?), is this an e-midlife crisis?  Should I tweet my pre-menopausal angst? 


10/20/23 1:58 PM 
Okay, Update! It is now 9 years later and I had another meltdown and I am now retired. Very much post-menopausal now. My brother-in-law, the quadriplegic, passed away just before the pandemic. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you might miss it.



Thursday, August 6, 2020

How My Never Mastering Spanish Helps ENLs

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I guess when you live in Metropolis, USA, things happen. Nine million people squashed onto little islands, we jostle around a bit more than other places. It's the biggest city because it is a living city, not some office buildings clustered inside of business extensions to the highways. People come and go, and in my borough, they mostly come, come, come, and I, for one, welcome them. Queens has not much in the way of attractions, but if you travel for the people, then you can skip Times Square. My students speak Tagalog, Polish, Urdu, Ki'iche, Fulani, Cebuano, Albanian, Russian, Tibetan, Serbo-Croatian, Ilocano, Arabic, Mandarin, Bengali, Kreyòl, Ukrainian, Hindi...I'm forgetting something...

Oh, yeah. Spanish. I have lots of Spanish speaking kids. I know a few words in almost all the languages that my students speak. Some of them, such as the Urdu word for "factor", pronounced "ansi", is the result of modeling factoring for 2 twin boys who spoke no English, and no one else in the class spoke Urdu. Others, because I have friends and neighbors who teach me a few phrases. I've always been fascinated by languages. I'm where I should be here in Queens. But, of those languages, I only can
La Uniesfera
passably "speak" in Spanish. 

I took two years of high school Spanish, and still cannot conjugate a verb beyond the present tense, and sometimes not that, if it's irregular. But, I am fluent in French, and between my nouns and verbs and specific math and teaching terms (tarea, mochilla, cuaderno) I can be understood, if only by committee. It gets the kids talking, even if only for a moment, about what I actually meant, which they all have an opinion about, because I'm all over the place with Spanish. Kind of like they are with English. And math.

This, I find, is engaging for the kids, and models how they should attack the problem of math: headlong. I mean, hit a ratio problem with the circumference formula kind of gusto! Get people talking. Someone's going to throw up their hand and call out, "NO!". Disregard, as I do, the certainty that a small-minded admin will "ding" me, on the "rubric" for this, as not having set up classroom expectations. I will then ask why, and, rather than the child answering, I'll thank him or her for starting the conversation, and, as I see others who are also indicating "no", I'll ask one of them why they agree. And so on. 

In other words, I can really teach. I know my kids. I am teaching my kids. Not all, because no one can get them all. I'm dealing with kids with many, many issues, not the least of which is puberty. They don't make great choices. The love of my life, Tootie Pie, is the exact age as my students. Sometimes she has moments of brilliance, and other times I think she has hummus for brains. When you throw in language and poverty, food instability, and COVID...


I love teaching, because I have to put on an interactive show. In the "precedented" times, I would perform 12 shows a week. It's hard enough to get a crowd going at 8:12 a.m., especially middle schoolers who have the natural biorhythms of Dracula. Try doing it to a bunch of blocked video feeds! It can be done. It will take monumental effort and a LOT OF TIME! If the small-minded powers-that-be have their way, they will push an unrealistic timeline for curriculum to be given, when students don't have access to reliable internet. Inexperienced teachers will follow the dictum to the tee, until everyone finds out, in the end, that it didn't work for exactly the reasons we said. I'm a bit salty. Yeah.

But NYC can really take a punch! And even though my kids lived in the ironically named epicenter of CoVid, Corona, they will, and I will, and we will model for the country how it's done. Because we have been knocked down time and again, and we're at so many disadvantages here, but that only makes us stronger. 

Friday, November 9, 2018

Mini Cardboard Dubrovnik

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So cute! Tiny, tiny Croatian flags fly over the walled
city of Dubrovnik
That's a skeleton dunking a ball in the
center of the tie dye!
I had a good run, and I'm proud of myself. It seems that my teaching days are, if not over, then coming to a close. My favorite time of year would HAVE to be June, because observations are over and creativity can return. This year, my school decided on a world theme, and each academy got a continent. My academy got Europe, and I chose Croatia. It was the run-up to the World Cup, and
Croatia has been my soccer team since 1998, when I thought they looked like the 1996 Olympic Lithuanian basketball team, sponsored by Jerry Garcia. Those Croatian
Dubrovnik in place in front of my classroom celebrating all
9 of Croatia's global contributions to society.
uniforms had to be donated by some third-rate graphic design team of the fledgling nation. Or, as it turns out, not. Those checkerboards were the heraldic symbol of Croatia, believe it or not! I love an underdog, so I was rooting for the new Lithuania: Croatia!

In any case, I chose Croatia, and we had so much fun. Thanks to the Croatian superstar, Luka Modric, my students recognized the flag (it features the checkerboard, so the branding works), and the centerpiece of our homage, a miniature Dubrovnik, was truly a group project. I gave the kids creative license to make a building, giving them an approximate size, and they went to town. We had painting and folding and sharpie-ing assembly lines, and I think the final product turned out amazing.

I will miss this type of thing. There is a lot that I will miss. There is also a lot I will not miss. But, now that I'm not in the trenches, I can forget about the pain and agony that went into my labor of love, and focus on the times that made me glad I tried my hand at teaching.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Buddy the Elf! What's your Favorite Color?

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I just like smiling.  Smiling's my favorite!
I figured I better not let my last post lead off this blog for long, just like I don't let the horrible parts of my work keep me down for long.  I'll switch gears completely and show you how I created my very own Buddy the Elf costume.

Wearing their ugly sweaters.
My husband's includes lights.
Next year's ugly sweater?
We had Ugly Sweater day at school.  I've made ugly sweaters before, including one that lit up!  But, brainstorming out another hideous sweater, I came across the style that makes the wearer look like an elf.  And then, elf on the brain, that turned into me recreating the hero of one of my favorite films, Elf. Everything about that film is right up my alley, from the North Pole aesthetic, to the innocent in the city, to the word "purply".  It's perfect!
T-shirt with puffy black fabric paint
"placard" and yellow "Scandanavian"
designs, alternately glittered gold.

So, I bought one t-shirt, two rectangles of green felt, one each yellow and white, and 5 black.  I already had black and yellow puffy fabric paint and gold glitter and tights, so this was far cheaper than my foray into Elsa territory.  I started with the shirt, drawing a line down the center, then spreading each one out to the corners at the bottom to imitate the Nordic jacket Buddy wears exclusively.  Then I drew Christmasy decorations around the placard, and glittered every other one.  Because I thought originally I wear them the same way as the cotton headed ninny muggins, coat tails were a must, so I cut two rectangles from one sheet of green felt, and curved the outer edges, to cover my elfin tushie.  I cut from the white felt two collar shaped pieces and whip stitched them to the neck line.
Traced a plate to create the cone hat.

Better view of the hat
For the accessories, I cut a roundish shape from the remaining piece of green felt to make the hat.  From the yellow, I cut out a band for the hat, and finished it with a white feather.  Also from the yellow felt, I cut a belt buckle, and from one piece of black felt, I made a belt by cutting it lengthwise in thirds and whip stitching them together.

The template that I eyeballed
for my booties
That left the booties, my favorite part.  I've always wanted to make shoes, for real, like Irish gillies or the kind that the insane folk at Ye Olde Renaissance Faire wear.  I modified this pattern from About.com.  I didn't make the bottom, I just placed the tops over my shoes.  It happened that an 8 1/2 x 11" square of felt just fits a size 8 1/2 shoe when you cut out two pieces per foot!  Happy coincidence.  I whip stitched them together and placed them over my footwear and voila!  In the end, I threw on a pair of yellow shorts, even though I put a pair of leggings underneath them.  Can't be too safe from the easily offended (at least, by teachers, certainly not by each other, whose behavior is beyond reprehensible) population that I "serve".

Oh, it's not a costume, I'm an elf.  Well, technically
I'm a human, but I was raised by elves.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Schooooooool's Out! For! Summer!

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Whew!  Year 10 teaching is in the books, and it was a record year.  First of all, I don't remember it being this hot for so relentlessly long while in school.  Our school carnival was Monday and I was thinking the bouncy castle would fuse onto the scorching pavement.  We could have cooked the burgers on the cement.  Yuck!  I couldn't help but think of the heat advisory that Bloombergito issued while I sat in my rotisserie classroom. 

Secondly, I don't remember a year that dragged on as long as this one did.  Even having been absent 30 days for my surgery plus a week off due to Sandy, this academic year just would not end. 

And, finally, I have to comment on the students.  This bunch was far and away the least motivated than any other bunch,  Sure, there were many clunkers in years past, and of course there were stand out students this year.  But, as a group, they could not be less interested in school.  I'm tired of trying heroically to teach those who cannot be bothered to improve themselves.  It's really akin to ramming one's head into the wall, and then having an administration Mack truck hit and pin you to said wall.  It's painful.

But, now's my favorite part of teaching: vacation!  We're whooping it up over here.  Now's the season where I get to do all the things I put off during the school year.  Of course, two months is never enough time to do everything on the summer to-do list, especially with a healthy dose of amusement parks, barbeques, beaches and pools and swimparks, and all the other summertime fun.  Miniatures are on the back burner for a bit.  Especially since I have discovered Polyvore.com AND Candy Crush Saga.  It's time to chill....

Thursday, June 13, 2013

School Miniature Project and Christmas in July Update: Celtic Knot Rug

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Knot bad for my first try.
One day, I will make a full scale version of this
I completed another item for the Christmas in July swap: a Celtic knot twine rug.  I've long wanted to recreate a twine rug in full International Guild of Knot Tyers.  I love knowing that such a thing as a knot tyer guild exists.  The pattern is deceptively difficult to follow.  I used pins to hold the overlaps, and I used a yarn needle to make the job easier.  Still, there are places where I went under when I was supposed to go over and vice versa.  On my second attempt, I'm going to fix these mistakes by correcting them on the second iteration of the pattern, and then undoing the entire first pass, and redoing the pattern correctly.  It went quicker the second time, although the do-overs will stall my progress.  If you're going to try this, may I suggest a pillow underneath the pinned cardboard?  Otherwise, it will look as if you were attacked by a maniac cat.
scale, along the lines of the Roost beauty that was a) expensive and b) no longer available.  I actually started spiraling twine to make a Roost knockoff, but I abandoned it due to technical difficulties. To complete the mini rug, I followed a pattern from the

Balconies are mostly attached
Street lamp
The miniature version of the French Quarter is coming along nicely.  We attached the strawberry basket balconies, and we made a lantern out of cardboard, a planter, transparencies and a dowel.  Students are drawing scenes and ironwork on the bulletin board.  The students are now out of control, and it will be impossible to reel them back in once the project is over.  Luckily, there is only a week and two days left after the competition.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

School Mini Project in High Gear

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I did the cutting of the windows and doors,
everything else was completed by students.
Obviously, the shutters did not go
through quality control, since they are of
extremely different sizes.
Still-to-be-completed walkways,
fountain and streetlamps, underneath
the 7 x 3 = 21 fact family (yes, I
 teach sixth grade) and an attempt
at a fleur de lys.
It's truly amazing what a difference enjoying teaching makes to one's demeanor.  I don't mind going to work, and I even like some of the students more.  We are building miniature models of the French Quarter.  The students are doing all the work, with the exception of the using of the carpet knife to cut out the windows and doors.  The balconies and the fountain required hot glue, and, yes, I had students do that.  That takes nerves of steel, let me tell you, considering that, when they were told to only wear black or orange shirts to school, a student wanted to know, "and no pants?".   Teachers are brave fools, for sure.

The students drew these from
 artwork printed off the
computer.  They're charming (the
art, not the students - ha ha!)






Tuesday, June 4, 2013

School Project Starts in Earnest

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I'll never look at a broken umbrella the same again.  Since the populace in the neighborhood in which I teach is not in the habit of using trashcans nor of sweeping up, there are a lot of little goodies everywhere.  One day, I thought I had stumbled across some sort of charger, so I picked it up.  Another day, there was a nice little umbrella made with a satiny pink fabric, and thought it would make a wonderful accent pillow, so I grabbed that, as well.  During my umbrella deconstruction I realized that the thing I thought was a charger was actually the mechanism for opening and closing an umbrella.


Umbrella moving part + Christmas bulb = ?
Bubble tea straws +
My New Orleans scene in school is in need of streetlamps, so those little circular black things will serve as the base, with a bubble tea straw post and a
Pencil eraser holder cutters
with the polymer clay shapes
they created
Christmas bulb top.  I did some sawing and drilling today and hope to create balconies out of those pieces.  And from the tops of pencils I've created mini stamps to cut out leaves and fleurs-de-lis to decorate the balconies, which are strawberry baskets cut in half decorated with phone wire.  Everything is in pieces and ready to be assembled.  I am actually having fun "teaching" now!

Strawberry basket balconies
with phone wire curlicues.

 

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