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Putting on a Suit to Mean Business

Let me introduce you to the old me. I used to put on suits to accompany my boss to board meetings with important people at banks in downtown San Francisco. I dreaded suit days. Lugging an oversized projector bag in three inch heels from one end of the Bay to the other was not my idea of a good time. Then, of course, there were all the times I donned my suits for job interviews… Let’s just say I’m pleased teaching does not often call for a suit. Today was one of those rare occasions and it felt surprisingly good, surprisingly meaningful.

Day One of Spirit Week: Career Attire

When I heard the all-call for career attire, I considered dressing up for something outside the box, but then I thought about what my students need to see. I decided they needed to see a woman in a suit. Not that they don’t see this from my lovely principal and other administrators, but I felt they needed to see it from me so we could have a discussion about why I used to wear a suit and what it should look like to go to a job interview, (as well as other pertinent scenarios like the reality that heads of businesses and future presidents all wear suits).

Student questions included:

“Is it better to wear heels or flats to an interview?”

“How tall were the buildings you used to go to for meetings?”

“What would happen if you made a mistake in your presentation, would you get fired?”

That one made me laugh, a lot. The first presentation I ever created for the heads of a bank included a mistake where I accidentally left out half of the data analysis. No, I was not fired. Yes, I was embarrassed.

The funny thing in my decision to wear a suit today is that if I were teaching at the private school where I used to sub, I would probably tell the students about the merits of being a teacher or a writer or some other passionate endeavor that contradicts the push to pick a career based on financial security. However, with these kids, my kids, I give them that version of reality everyday when I teach writing, when I talk about why I became a teacher, when I encourage them to follow their dreams.

Today, I wanted to show them another version of myself, one that still exists dormant beneath the surface. I wanted to show them that a woman can put on a suit and mean business.

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Hopes & Dreams

I remember when I first started substitute teaching at a small private school in East Sacramento six years ago.  Watching all the emerging personalities, I could imagine futures. A balding accountant, a ferocious attorney, a sleek, high-paid consultant. Not only would I see their future professions, but I could see their adult personalities. Most were type A, focused, driven.

As a fresh-faced college graduate, they often complimented my Urban Outfitters apparel, then asked why on earth I would want to be a teacher. They could not possibly understand why I would settle for such low pay to work with children, even though they were children themselves. Clearly, their expectations were shaped by other measures than job satisfaction.

I can’t remember my exact response. Quite honestly, I probably still agreed with them to some degree. I never thought I’d be a teacher, let alone an elementary school teacher. I still thought I had to put my name in lights or make a fortune to be happy. Substitute teaching was my source of income while I lived at home, applied for jobs, auditioned for ridiculously doomed independent films. Travel show host, filmmaker, actress still topped my list. Lawyer had just been scratched on account of the brutal realization I did not want to sign the financial aid papers.

Of course, that was me then. Three years behind a desk making decent money but unhappy left me daydreaming about those same kids. Somewhere along the way, I realized teaching elementary school could be an incredibly rewarding and challenging profession. Which brings me to today, gluing my students’ colorful clouds with their hopes and dreams next to their pictures.

Now I am the leader of a much more eclectic bunch. Many of their dreams are big, creative, out of this world.  Not only that, but many of them want to be teachers. Reading their hopes for the future this afternoon, I could not help but grow teary. In their words, I hear myself. So many future teachers and writers in my room. You know, in addition to other things, like famous dancers and video game makers…

Putting up this wall of hopeful words was the highlight of my week.

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Why I Heart Patricia Polacco

Patricia Polacco, you never let me down.

This week we read the Butterfly, written about a French family hiding a Jewish family in World War II.  Despite the mature content and need to build prior knowledge for students before reading, this book was a huge success in our classroom.  My students were enthralled.

“That’s the most exciting discussion we’ve ever had!” one student beamed on her way to lunch.

We read it over the course of three days, taking the time to develop new vocabulary (Germany, France, World War II, Holocaust, Jewish, Nazi), and stopping to infer what characters were feeling throughout the book.   Students even identified that the butterfly was a metaphor for the Jewish people before reaching the end, when this comparison is fleshed out.  The goal was for students to make text-to-world connections, which they quickly did, tying the story to tales of the underground railroad and slavery.

My favorite moment, however, occurred after reading the author’s note that revealed the book was based on a true story from Polacco’s own family.  The students erupted in applause.  There are few moments more touching in my classroom than when a book affects students so much that they lose their self-consciousness and applaud with such wonder.  So far, it has only happened a couple times.

Patricia Polacco is my favorite author of children’s books because she tackles tough subjects respectfully.  This was not the first of her works that gave me chills of anticipation as I read aloud to my students, leaving me at many points on the verge of tears.  What I like most about her writing is how personal she makes it. Practically every one of her stories relates to her own life and experiences, pulling the reader into incredibly tender, real moments that children and adults alike can appreciate.

I strive to someday do the same in my own writing.

I highly recommend this read aloud if you’re prepared to build prior knowledge and set the tone for maturity ahead of time.

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A Little Sunshine on My Shoulder

Earlier this week, I shared my disappointment over a hard day at school.  Since then, I’ve recovered, although really, things aren’t that different.  Today I made three behavior calls after school and sent one kid to the office, which while improved from the six calls on Monday, still is not the place I want to be in the second week of school… I thought the honeymoon was supposed to last longer!

Even so, I feel much better than I did Monday, mostly because I’ve consciously forced myself to stay positive.  Today, for example, when any kid started complaining or pouting or grumbling or what have you, I sent him or her outside to come back in with a positive attitude.  I told the class negativity is contagious, and I meant it.

Mostly, it worked.  Even my students that got in trouble today were fairly calm and took responsibility for their actions.  What a nice improvement from Monday!  It is easy to forget how much of a difference a deep breath and smile can make in a stressful situation, especially when thirty kids want your attention for different reasons after lunch while you’re also trying to set-up your lesson and give reading assessments…  Wait, did someone say teaching is easy?

Thankfully, today brought a lot of little happy pick-me-ups to keep the positive momentum going.  Here are a few worth sharing:

Where to begin… The birthday committee at school honored August birthdays with these lovely Flat Stanley versions of ourselves… Let’s just say it developed out of a joke on the 4/5 road trip. My little sunshine, after school helper got a big kick out of taking this picture for me.

Happy August birthdays!  Really, this little happy joke made my day.  Teachers are such quirky, funny, creative people.  Love it (and them).

I couldn’t resist posing the Flat Stanley version of myself in my classroom.  I debated showing it to the kids this afternoon, but I think it will have to be more of a morning treat, when they’re still focused enough to pull themselves back together afterward.

Then for some good old-fashioned, shallow happiness– got home to a very exciting box of birthday presents in the mail. Who says retail therapy isn’t worthwhile?

If you’ve followed my blog for awhile, you know I have a lucky pair of sparkly Toms. No joke, they cheer me up with their whimsy.  Hoping their new, blue-soled cousins do the same trick.

And, last but not least, hard not to be content with this guy cuddling up to me while I type.  Here’s wishing everyone an equally positive Friday tomorrow.

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Cultivating Positive Self-Esteem in Girls

I know positive self-esteem is not just an issue for girls, but when it comes to friendships and the way students treat each other, it is most visible with girls.  Practically everyday, a different little girl will come up to me, upset because of how her “friend” treated her.  Yet, without fail, she will be back attempting to play with the same girl at the next break.

So, why do girls repeatedly try to befriend people that are not nice to them?  Self-esteem seems like the obvious answer, but I feel like there is more to it than this. I can’t help but wonder if there is also something attractive about the challenge of getting others to like us, or maybe even a love for the drama of things not being easy.

As much as I recognize the absurdity of these unbalanced relationships, I’m not immune.  Even as an adult, I find myself chasing certain friendships that are not reciprocated.  I share that detail not as some sort of passive aggressive jab at anyone, but because I genuinely do not understand the desire.  It seems simple, if someone does not reciprocate a relationship, whether they’re just aloof or actually mean, move on.  That’s what I tell the girls, but sometimes I don’t even do it myself.

Fifth grade is just the beginning of it all– girls figuring out how to treat each other as their hormones really kick in. I remember the end of the year with my first group of fifth graders during my residency program.  Talk about catty.

Knowing what likely lies ahead for the girls I care about in my class, I cannot help but try to understand the psychology behind these relationships.  We model how to treat people, do not accept malicious behavior, and facilitate problem-solving discussions, but when it comes down to it, life isn’t the ending scene of Mean Girls where everyone bonds and the mean girl learns her lesson.

I know this little chick has made multiple appearances on my blog, but it reminds me of being a kid and wanting friends. Whenever I started a new school, I’d carry it in my pocket. It made me feel braver and less lonely, but it still did not protect me from how mean girls can be to each other.

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Teaching Kids to Love Travel

I shared our first Husky Fan Club postcard of the year with my students today.  My college roommate/maid of honor/you get the idea sent a postcard from her recent trip to Prague.  One student raised her hand, “How does she do that?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“How does she take trips like that?”

Needless to say, they were captivated.  We found the Czech Republic on our map, discussed why castles were built high up on hills, and calculated her flight time and path.  For most the kids in my class, getting on an airplane is not a familiar experience, so when we talk about traveling, I have to really build their understanding of what travel actually entails.  When I explained they could study abroad in college for about the same price as a semester away at college somewhere in the United States, their jaws dropped.  They were excited because they already believe they can and will go to college, which means by extension, travel is also possibly in their future.

The timing of this conversation was perfect because it turns out our art teacher’s daughter is currently on her gap year trip around the world, so she has been helping them understand what her daughter did to take her own fantastic journey.  Her daughter saved every penny herself, working from the age of 14.  I thought I liked to travel, but this girl has me beat.  She is currently in Machu Picchu, which is even cooler because of our Machu Picchu poster in class.  The kids already knew where she was talking about.

Encouraging kids to want to see the world is probably my favorite part of teaching.  I still remember all those amazing social studies pictures that inspired me, the Taj Mahal, Versailles, Machu Picchu. This weekend my goal is to make a new poster of different ways to say “Good Morning” around the world for our morning meeting greetings.

Thank goodness for vicarious travel.

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Five Things in a Bag

While I cannot take credit for this great idea, still want to share.  Part of the new school year is designed around building a positive classroom community where students know and trust each other.  Tomorrow, my fourth/fifth grade team will ask students to bring five things in a bag that represent themselves.  We’ll share our own bag to model the project and then allow students to ask questions about what we brought.

Me in a bag:

1.  Since I will be sharing my bag tomorrow, on my birthday, I chose the lion stuffed animal my dad bought at the hospital the day I was born.  It represents the fact that I am a Leo and reminds me of my family growing up.  I heard the story of this lion so many times.  It also caught most of my adolescent tears.

2.  My travel yoga mat kills two birds with one stone.  I love yoga, I love traveling.  Easy.  Debating whether or not to gross out the kids with a description of hot yoga…

3.  The little green ball with the face belongs to my dog child Simon.  Yes, I just called him that. No further explanation necessary.  Although, I will note that he looked confused about why I went out to the backyard to get his toy and then put it in a bag instead of playing with him.  He probably thinks we’re taking a trip.  He knows that bags mean trips.  Come to think of it, he’s now sleeping by the door.

4.  I included my Buddha notebook because it is filled with my writing, which is obviously an essential part of who I am.

5.  Last, I grabbed a wedding picture off the side table in our living room.  The kids got a kick out of hearing that we met in fourth grade and I wanted to also show them that they can bring pictures and/or drawings if what is important to them does not really fit in a bag, (you’re welcome Alex that I did not ask you to get in the bag instead!).

My five things…

…in a bag!

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Life is Full

As you probably already know, I was dreading going back to work.  I feared my writing life would be over, that the summer me was gone.  While the students returned today, I actually went back to work last week, transforming the past two days into my first legitimately earned weekend in awhile.  To my surprise, instead of feeling rushed or deprived, I instead felt like life was full.

Even though I hate to admit it, there is something comforting about the return of the school year. For some reason I give myself more opportunities to relax when I know I have to go to work than when I’m trying to fit every imaginable pastime into the open expanse of summer.  I don’t understand the logic, but it’s true.  This weekend I actually hung out on the couch for a couple hours and did nothing.  Oddly, that didn’t occur once this entire summer.

Suddenly I am craving the return of new episodes of my favorite television shows, the subtle darkening of the sky a little earlier each night, and the eventual change from summer to fall.  I know it’s still a ways off, but starting school at the beginning of August creates a false sense of the impending shift in seasons.  Still, this transformation brings me back to my childhood, the whispers of Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas around the corner.

One of my favorite parts of teaching is this difficult to verbalize connection to my own childhood love for the change in seasons.  I’m sure I won’t feel this way every night during the school year, but tonight at least, life is full and the return to my routine is comforting.

Happy first day of fifth grade!

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The Huskies Want to Hear From You!

Fixing up my classroom today, I eventually got around to our Husky Fan Club, a little patch of wall next to our carpet easel, where postcards surround a map of the world, one of my little personalized attempts to share my passion for different cultures and travel with my students. Sure, last year left the postcards a little crooked, as students strained to reread the messages on the back, but this is still one of my favorite places in our room.

As new postcards trickled in throughout the year, we read aloud what different places around the globe were like– Ireland, New York City, Sweden.  The students were excited to listen and ask questions.  In fact, many of them wrote about the Husky Fan Club being one of the most exciting parts of fourth grade.

Help us bring this tradition back to life for the new school year!  Tell us what life is like somewhere else.  For kids that have only ever left Sacramento to go on our field trip to the Exploratorium in San Francisco, anywhere is new, different, and interesting.  Heck, even I get excited when I get a postcard in the mail!  And, finding your location on our map helps develop a personalized sense of geography, especially since the carpet the students sit on is also an oversized map of the world.

Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll send you info.  We’d love to hear from you!

Send us a postcard, the kids (and I) will be excited to receive it!

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The Birth of Our Inspiration Wall

Rome was not built in a day.  Over the past 24 hours, I’ve repeated this little mantra in my head over and over.  Why?  Because school starts in five days and my to-do list is already long enough to claim my time for weeks.  No joke.  If I did everything I wanted to for my classroom and students, I would not have time to even sleep at night.

So, I’ve been reminding myself that Rome was not built in a day.  Instead of trying to accomplish everything, (which is really impossible, because there is always something more I could do, no matter how many things I cross off my list), I am giving myself windows of time to work my absolute hardest and then giving myself a break.  I discovered last year that trying to do everything just led to burnout and made me a worse teacher.  The law of diminishing returns, I suppose.

Accordingly, as I feel my stress levels rise, I tell myself to relax, do what I can, then be happy about it.  In this spirit, I decided to make myself a little sign for my classroom wall that says simply, “Relax.”  Last year, as I navigated my first ten months on my own, I discovered an amazing little secret that too often escaped me.  While students put on shows or some other momentary chaos unfolded, I just relaxed, took a deep breath, and waited patiently before reacting.  This literally changed my teaching life, although some times it was easier done than others.

Thus, the importance of my new classroom reminder.  As I made myself this sign, I reflected on how I always make myself little positive notes around the house, my old cube, my desk at work.  Until recently, our refrigerator touted “Today is the best day of your life,” “Act like you want to feel,” and “I am grateful for _____,” all written on small notecards.  My old work computer had a sticky that said “Posture.”  You get the idea.

Thinking about these notes and what they mean to me, I realized they mean something to my students too.  During STAR testing last May, when we had to cover all instructional materials on our walls, I made little signs with motivational words, like “Believe in yourself,” “You can do it,” “Mrs. M believes in you.”  When the students walked in, I was surprised by how many little voices were reading the signs aloud, smiles on their faces.  The signs remained on the walls for two weeks and I caught their eyes tracing the words over and over again.

So, in making the relax sign for myself, I realized it was not only for me.  The students will see it too, and hopefully, they’ll internalize its message.  That’s when it occurred to me that this sign should go above our focus desk, where students take time outs in front of a poster of Machu Picchu.  This inspired me to make other signs, which quickly resulted in a renaming of this desk to the inspiration wall.  Now, I plan to invite students to contribute what inspires them, be it a few words or pictures, to hang alongside my inspirations.

New words for my evolving inspiration wall.

Hopefully these words will be inspiring to at least one student that visits the inspiration wall for a break… I’m excited to see what they add to the wall themselves.  We had a really cool class motivation collage full of pictures of their families and heroes last year.  It will be awesome if we can take the idea a step further with this wall.

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