Last Day of School

I can't believe this is my last day as a City Year  corps member! All of my corpsmates will graduate from City Year and Americorps tomorrow, but I am headed North again to be with my family for my brother's wedding. 

This has at once been the hardest and longest and best and quickest year of my life. I've been struggling to come up with words adequate to express what this year has taught me, but I can only say that it has been invaluable to my future career as a teacher. I'm so thankful that I postponed teaching full time for a year to come to San Antonio and give a year of my life to this very important service. 

Corps members' roles are much different than teachers' in that we focus on a small number of students to tutor and coach. I tutored 9 students individually in reading and writing, and coached ~15 in behavior and attendance. As a result of the relatively small number, my relationships with these students were so different than a teacher's would be. I had time to know each of them personally and learn their strengths and weakenesses and see what is beautiful and ugly about each of them. I fell in love with all of them individually and I will remember each of them and cherish the time we spent together, even the time spent saying, "WILL YOU JUST PLEASE STOP PUTTING HIM IN A HEADLOCK?!?" 

As I move on from my City Year, I strongly encourage you to learn more about the program and apply if you are eligible. It's the most important work I've ever done. 

Lightning Bugs

I have thought up a simile for catching and keeping a group of 6th graders' attention. A simple, summery simile.

Keeping the attention of 6th graders is like catching lightning bugs. Like catching lightning bugs with one hand. Like catching lightning bugs with a jar without a lid and without a bottom. Like catching lightning bugs with jet engines strapped to their behinds; jet engines that are badly balanced so that they fly in an erratically unpredictable pattern. Yeah, that's just about right. 

In other news, I will tell you an after school story today. There is a student who is a regular and with whom I like to joke around. He is such a joy to have in our program, and he has improved his behavior so much this year it's not even funny. His heart is so kind, it makes me smile just to think of him. Today we were joking around and he took it a step too far. Other students were getting a little out of hand, so I had a moment with all of them in which we decided that we were going to either do what we were supposed to do or end after school early and spend some time calling all of their parents. 

Everyone settled down a bit, except this student thought this would be a good time to start mimicking my every word with a horribly annoying affectation. I asked him seriously to stop because this wasn't an appropriate time to joke around. He didn't stop, so I told him that we would call his mom (which he mimicked in a high-pitched voice). He kept pushing it, and I had a really weird feeling that he kept pushing it almost out of habit, like he didn't know what else to do. 

After everyone else had left to do today's fun activity (egg toss competition), we stayed behind and I tried to get to the bottom of it. I asked what had set him off to continue being rude after the mimicking thing. He said that I had started it. I asked how, because if I did something that was disrespectful I wanted to apologize ASAP. He said he couldn't think of anything. I asked if he was mad that I had gotten stern with the others. He said no. I still had a weird feeling that he wasn't really upset or disrespectful, but almost that he was acting like he was. I finally told him about my feeling. I told him that I was so proud of how well he'd been acting and that I didn't feel like this was him. I said that I like to joke around and I know he does too, but that sometimes we need to be serious and that he just crossed the line a little bit. I said that's okay, sometimes we go a little too far and we just have to apologize for that sincerely and move on. I asked if he was just feeling a little too embarrassed to apologize for going a little too far and he didn't know what else to do but keep being disrespectful. Bingo. He apologized, I forgave him, and we went along our merry way. Not before I asked what he'd do differently the next time or in a similar situation. "Apologize sooner, Miss." 

Also, my partner and I won one of the rounds of egg toss, but only slightly before a hail-mary egg pass smashed in my hands and got on every part of my uniform. Needless to say, I did laundry tonight. But not before I attended the band concert and cheered embarrassingly loud for all of my students in beginner band. My  mom woulda been proud. 

STAAR Wars

It was a day of extremes. Today, we found out the STAAR (Texas standardized test results). Two of my 9 students "met standard" for 6th grade.

To understand how this news was delivered and taken, you would have to spend a year in a school that from day one of the school year talks about the STAAR and the students scores the previous years and the implications of the scores they will receive this year. When classes are disciplined with the question, "Do you want to pass your STAAR?" and confronted with the query, "Do you know what happens when you fail the STAAR?" you begin to  understand a little more clearly the pressure that is put on these students and the importance that is placed on a very difficult test.

For some of my students, it wasn't a big deal to tell them that they had failed. For two of my boys, their failing score this year was almost double their score from last year, so we had a lot to celebrate. For a few, though, it was a blow. I had a student who has asked me at least 3 times a week when we would hear the results because his dad said they would go on a summer trip if he passed. He did not. It was heartbreaking to tell him. It was awful to tell Blossom as well. The disappointment was just so raw when he said, "But I tried my best!" He immediately asked if I could get him extra reading practice that he could do. I said that I think he's all caught up in class and that he has a good grade, but that I could get him extra pages for him to do just for his own practice for next year if he wanted. He said he wanted that and also to practice writing because in 7th grade they have to take a writing STAAR. It's amazing how these kids can exasperate you and inspire you in the same day, sometimes in the same minute.

In all cases, my students don't understand that they've been behind since they started elementary school and that it takes incredible amounts of motivation and hard work and TIME to get back to the level that the state expects all students to achieve! They can't conceptualize the size of the problem that we are facing in inner city schools and instead are taught to bear the burden of failure entirely on their own shoulders. People may say a lot about apathetic youth, but these students cared that they failed. They cared a lot. And there was no question on whom they placed the blame: themselves. Not that they aren't at least partly to blame; and believe you me, we talked A LOT about what this means they have to do differently next year, but it is simply not all their fault.

Now, please allow me to tell you about my students that passed. One of my only girls had failed her simulation test that they took a couple months ago, and did not have high hopes for her STAAR. After the test, she said that she had taken the whole time and that it had been very difficult. She passed it and I was so thrilled to tell her that I almost cried! I gave her her score on a post it note, with the passing requirement below her number and let her figure it out. She was so happy! She also passed her math STAAR and was proud to say that she was the only girl in her class to pass it. An extremely sad and depressing achievement, but an achievement nonetheless! I was unspeakably proud of her. I'm serious, I feel like I can't convey here how much pride I felt in seeing her reach her goal after she had doubted herself. She doubted, but she didn't use that as an excuse, and she worked her butt off before we took that test. She deserved every bit of that passing score. I went to watch her at her choir concert tonight and I got to meet her mom. I introduced myself, but she said that her daughter had already mentioned me and what I had helped her with. That felt really good.

Romeo passed it too! He had failed it last year and was placed in a reading intervention this year, as well as on my focus list, due to his score. Despite all his know-it-all-ness and tendency to say that he already knew everything I was telling him, he remained focused on his goal throughout the year and made huge progress in his reading level and his STAAR score. He was obviously, yet understatedly pleased with himself when I shared his score with him. I'm trying hard to focus on these two students' success.

I am not even close to including everything that happened today, but this will have to do. I am in the midst of writing personal goodbye notes to all of my students, so my work days are lasting a little longer.

The post in which I shamelessly ask you to support my students' fundraising efforts

So, since I was absent from the blogosphere for so long, I might as well recap some memorable moments from a few weeks ago.

One of my favorite weeks was when my family (Dad, Terri, Ben, and best friend Cassie) came to visit and spent some time at my school. My little brother is 13, pretty close in age to my 12-to-14-year-old students, so I thought it'd be a great experience for all of them to mingle! I organized a lunch basketball session for them to get to know each other, and it went pretty well! Ben probably met around 20 of my students total and they were all (slightly-suprisingly) really polite and welcoming to him and my family. All of my guys shook hands with my dad and Terri, which made me glow a little bit with pride. Once they were shooting around on the basketball court, one of my students even said to the others, "Hey, let Ben shoot some!" Four of my students wrote Ben a pen pal letter the next week, and I'm setting them up so they can continue to be pen pals after I leave San Antonio! Bonus tidbit: all of my female students thought Ben was quite the looker, and I oft got asked the question, "Miss, where's your cute brother?" after my family had gone. But don't tell him; it'll go to his head. :)

It was also really cool for my dad to meet Blossom, whom he had corresponded with about engineering earlier in the year. I was dumbfounded as he was incredibly, cringe-inducingly shy around my dad and pretty much avoided looking at anything but the ground for the whole lunch, after bugging me about their visit for the previous EVER. It was sweet that he was so shy, but I was glad that my dad walked over to him to strike up conversation. These kids are full of surprises. 

Back to current times. I've been working with a consistent group in one of my classes, and we have talked a lot about the achievement gap and where it comes from and how we can help fix it. I was a little tentative to introduce such a big topic with 6th graders, but as always, they have taken it like champs and been really engaged in the discussion. FYI, the achievement gap refers to the huge differences in test scores between people of different groups (i.e. race, income, region, etc). Predictably and outrageously, minority and impoverished groups consistently perform lower than their white and middle class counterparts across all subjects. With this group, we've discussed the gap between middle class families and impoverished families. We've talked about lack of school funding as well as family resources. I've been especially adamant about summer learning, as it accounts for 75% of the achievement gap. Think about fun things you did over the summer; I myself went to several sports camps, library trips, educational family vacations, participated in reading programs, swimming lessons, etc. Families who have the money to send their children to these programs do so en mass. Children from more impoverished families miss out on these resources for any number of reasons and instead spend most of their summers literally doing nothing but watching television. On an exciting side note, a charitable educational center 2 blocks from our school, The Good Samaritan Center, is offering a free all-day educational summer camp for just our neighborhood and OVER 300 CHILDREN ARE SIGNED UP, proving that cost is the main barrier between these children and summer learning.

So, I laid it all out for my students. It might have been uncomfortable and risky for me to broach the subject, but I felt like they could handle it and that I wasn't doing them any favors by keeping my greater mission a secret. After we'd discussed it twice, I asked the students why they thought I was telling them about it. I asked if they thought I could close the achievement gap. They said, astutely, "No, because you're from that top line [the middle class data on the graph]." I told them that I was, that I had been given a lot of opportunities when I was growing up and that they didn't have anything to do with me being smarter or better than anyone else; that I was just lucky. I asked again why they thought I was telling them about it, and one of my students responded, "You want us to fix it. We can close it if we study hard."  YES. 

Another student in that group told me when we started talking about going to college that he has wanted to be a barber. He said that he doesn't want to go to college because there is a barber college in his neighborhood and that he thinks he would like that job. I told him that barbers are important and that it would be neat for him to stay so close to home, but that he shouldn't feel like that is all he could do. I often talk about Purdue and all the activities and intramural sports and marching band and football games and friends I made and taking classes I am interested in with my students, you know, because duh Purdue is awesome. When we were talking about the achievement gap and the differences in income that you can make based on the amount of education you get, he said, "Miss, I think if I can get into college, I'll go. I could play football and learn about things I want to learn." YES.

Even more currently, I decided to expand my leaders' lunches to include guests because we are working on raising money for AIDS orphans with Hoops for Hope and the kids are actually really into it. By the by, so far I can only promise them 10 cents per basket because that's what I have pledged from viewers like you. If you would be willing to pitch in a dime, nickel, or quarter per free throw, PLEASE let me know. So far, my group has collectively made 70-odd free throws and I'm worried I'll have to tell them that we have to be done because I don't have enough donors. Help! 

Anyways, I've told them that they can invite a few friends to help us reach our goals, and boy did they take me at my word. My teammate JoAnn and I took a group of 20 sixth graders outside to a basketball court with two basketballs and only ourselves for supervision. If that doesn't sound extreme to you, remember that the original group of 7 that we started with are the students that were referred to our leaders' lunches based on the number of administrative referrals they had gotten over the year. AND I let them invite their friends. AND it was fantastic. I had a quick heart-to-heart with every new addition about listening to me and JoAnn or the whole deal would be off. I deputized Blossom and another student to be in charge of the basketballs and inform the other students of our mission. One of my teammate Alex's students, whom teachers were actually trying to get put in in-school suspension for the rest of the year due to his behavior, told one of the girls to put her phone away because 'Miss C. had said that phones weren't allowed'. My heart was soaring and even though we were teetering on the precipice of mayhem at every minute, I wouldn't have uninvited any one of those beautiful students. 

Last anecdote from today: I was telling Blossom of my plans for lunch time during first period, and he asked if another student in the class could join. This student is rather new and my only experiences with him have been negative, with him ignoring what I say or blatantly doing the opposite. So I told Blossom that the other student hasn't really shown me that he respects me and that I can trust him to listen when we're outside. Blossom turned to him and said something unintelligible, at which point the other student looked at me and said, "Sorry, Miss." I asked what he was sorry for, and he shrugged. Blossom said, "He's sorry for not listening. Can he go now? You forgive everyone when they apologize sincerely." That ploy may not have been enough to get his friend on the "in" list for our lunch, but it made me feel like I had been doing this job right. 

Living for Lunches

Well, ladies and gents, I'm firing up the printing presses once more. I officially have 12 school days left of service with City Year San Antonio and I know that I am going to regret not doing as much as I can to preserve them for posterity. Today's post will serve as a catch-up to my current situation, so then the rest of my posts will make sense to Future Mae as she reads this while she feels nostalgic one night while relaxing with Future Pat on their porch overlooking a secluded glen with a stream running through it. Or whatever.

The situation in my classroom has changed slightly. I still have the same teacher, but after a few months working together and after the STAAR test (the Texas standardized test) had passed, she encouraged me to begin (or re-begin) pulling out students during class to work on ELA things. So I have been pulling a group out pretty consistently from her most difficult period. I take my focus list students, including Romeo, hater of all non-NBA books and knower of everything, and two students who aren't on my focus list, but just happen to be some of the louder, more rambunctious students. It's almost as if it was a strategy. We are currently zooming through the class group-read, Bunnicula, and using our extra time to discuss important topics like the achievement gap, teen pregnancy, conflict resolution, and the history of lacrosse. Hey, they picked the topics.

Speaking of STAAR, all of my students took it on time and tried their hardest to meet the goals they set for themselves (some said 70% or higher) but we haven't received the results yet. I am equal parts anxious and excited to hear how they did. There is a lot riding on the test in Texas, and my school certainly puts a lot of weight on it, but I am really confident in how hard they worked to get prepared for it and that they really gave their best effort.

After they took the test, we still had 5 weeks of school left. I'm not exactly sure why they take it at such an awkward time, because now the students don't really see any reason to continue learning things, even though we still have a month of school left! However, it is how it is, so we make do.

And I make do by playing games with my students. Earlier in the year, I met with pre-assigned student groups on Wednesdays and Thursdays for behavior coaching lunch. Now, I meet with students for lunch every day I'm at school for two out of the three lunch groups to eat together and play basketball and football outdoors. Every day. And I still don't get to take all the students that I would like, because it's only me and I can only handle 10 at a time in such a high-energy, loosey-goosey environment. Today I took 12, and it was a little much. I live for these lunches, you guys. I always insist that I get to play, because duh, and the students always include me. Blossom even picked me first to be on his team one day! Several students ask me every morning if we'll get to play, and I have made minions out of several of them to keep our group in check and push each other to be good sportsmen and wish each other well while we're playing.

Speaking of, one day I took only 3 boys for one of the lunches, and we got out to the court to find 3 8th graders who had the same idea as we did. I told the boys that they should ask if they wanted to play 3-on-3, and the older boys obliged my 6th graders. My guys played well, but got schooled a little bit, but I was SO proud of their sportsmanship. They congratulated the other guys and didn't foul once! One of my students who could win a cursing match with a sailor any day made it the entire game without uttering one dirty syllable. When I pointed this out to him at the end of the game and told him how proud I was, he said, "I guess you're right! I didn't curse!" That's mah boy.

Guys, this is going to be really bad in a couple weeks. I am completely in love with my students and I literally had a moment of panic today when I thought about the last day of school and leaving them. I've watched so many of them grow so much. They make me so proud so many times a day I've literally not been able to keep track of moments that I wanted to record. Two examples, and then I'm going to bed.

One day we were working outside when one of my students spotted an obviously pregnant student across the courtyard. She said, "Sheesh, Miss, I've heard all about that girl. I can't believe she would even come to school." I proceeded to remind the whole group how brave that student was, because she would obviously be aware of everyone talking about her. I also pointed out that it was definitely not only her decision that resulted in her pregnancy, but that the father didn't have to deal with nearly as much at school as she did. The next day, I was with a different group at lunch with some overlapping students, and they spotted the same student. One of them started gossiping about her, and one of the students who had been with me the day before said, "Hey, be quiet, it's not just her fault. Imagine if that was you."

Another one of my students who has had behavior coaching with me all year got hit in the eye with an elbow today, so we had some time to chat while he iced his orifice. I knew that he was in band and choir, but that he really hated band because he didn't get along with the director. In November, I had even accompanied him to the guidance counselor to discuss the conflict he had with this particular teacher. Today, I asked if he was going to sign up for band for 7th grade or if he was going to stick to only choir. He said that he was going to do both again. I expressed my surprise, because of the conflict with the director, and he said that he actually really liked band now. I asked what had changed from the middle of the year. He said, "I finally started listening." 

I measure my weeks in books.

Sorry for the super long gap between posts: I was reading the Divergent series, and those of you who know me well know that I am completely consumed when reading teen fiction. I barely come up for air. But now I'm done with the series and the accompanying post-series depression that is inevitable with the termination of an engrossing trilogy. I am back!

School has been going pretty well. I'm working with all of my students to encourage their independent reading. Most are reading Lightning Thief, one is reading its sequel, Sea of Monsters, one is reading The Giver, and all are thoroughly enjoying them! I've set up an incentive system to encourage reading at home. Each student has a page with 25 squares on it. They each set a goal for how many pages they feel that they can read on their own at home (2,3,5,10, and 1 chapter are the different increments students have landed on). I check in with them every day to see if they met their goal (I just ask them what they read about the last night. Most of them are extremely forthcoming about not meeting their goal. Blossom VOLUNTEERED to write a short summary every night so that he wouldn't forget what he read about. I about fainted dead away from shock and happiness). If they met their goal, they get to mark off one of the squares. When they've completed the chart, they will receive a prize of their choice, within reason. Prizes chosen so far include basketball time with Ms. C. during lunch, a Nerf football, and a nice notebook in which to write notes to friends (an idea I gave my student after watching her pass note after note during class. My best friends and I had a small spiral notebook to keep our clandestine writings in. The kids really bring me back.). I am currently in the 3rd day of this plan and the students are not remembering to read consistently, but I have high hopes that as I begin to check in every day, it will become more routine.

I had a great tutoring session today with one of my students. We reviewed figurative language techniques (simile, metaphor, alliteration, etc.) that she had been learning in class. I gave her Post-It tabs marked with each type we were studying and set her free to independently read Lightning Thief. I asked her to use the sticky tabs to mark any use of that figurative language technique in her book as she came to them, but otherwise just to chill and read outside with me. Side note: It was a gorgeous, warm day out, so we sat at a picnic table in the shade while we read. Paradise. I read my current book, Son of Neptune, a Heroes of Olympus book also by Rick Riordan, a sequel of sorts to Lightning Thief. We both read and found figurative language for 30 straight minutes. This student told me at the beginning of the year that she didn't like to read. It was torture to get her to take a comprehension test because she kept getting distracted by anyone or anything walking by. Today she sat quietly, read, and placed her tabs even though several extremely loud and distracting people were walking about. She found 5 similes, 2 metaphors, 4 cases of hyperbole, and 3 instances of onomatopoeia. Big success.

I'm also excited about our after school program's expansion. We've swelled to an average of 15 students a day (from about 8 a few weeks ago) and we're planning another field trip! We're going to take students to the Witte Museum to see a special exhibit of Alien Worlds and Androids to capstone our Sciences unit. Oh, and yesterday we shot pieces of potato across the parking lot to learn about physics. Livin' the dream.

I've been feeding one student in my class books like an under-the-table dealer, and I'm not ashamed one bit. She's huge into dystopian fiction. Her previous favorite book was The Giver, and I helped her find its sequel, Gathering Blue. Then, I scavenged The Hunger Games trilogy for her and moved swiftly into Divergent. I was unfortunately too impatient to wait for print copies of the second and third of that trilogy when I was reading them myself, so I only had Kindle versions and none to lend her. She had to wait an excruciating weekend for me to acquire the second book. She's done already. So I bought Allegiant, the third book, and am going to surprise her with it tomorrow. I couldn't imagine making her wait over spring break to read the conclusion!! I also picked up the series Matched, by Ali Condi. I want to read it, but I know she'll have plenty of time over spring break and the only cure for the emotional hangover caused by Allegiant is to plunge immediately into another book. I hope she likes them!

As you can tell, I've been reading a lot. I think it helps me deal with a lot of the burden of what my students are dealing with at home. A lot of them share bits and pieces of what their lives outside of school is like, and it's a lot to handle. I won't go into any details, but tears tend to flow for no apparent reason and topics that should be taken extremely seriously, like suicide, are mentioned like a funny anecdote. Even if it's not as dramatic as all that, the chaos of where they will be staying that night and who with is boggling. I can't imagine not having a constant place to call home or even not knowing who you'll be sharing a room with that night. And then they come to school.

This weekend, I'll be traveling to Nashville to visit my school in full swing. I'm really excited to get to know my school and staff better and catch a glimpse of what my life will be like next year. Oh, and I get to see my fiance for four days as well. :)

The Gamut

Every day in this job runs the gamut of emotions and feelings of efficacy. I'll give you glimpses of a few.

Monday I took my final test that I needed to transfer my teaching license to Tennessee for next year. On the way home, I started to get overwhelmed. It wasn't a necessarily emotional response, and it's really hard to describe. In my tutoring with my students, I feel fairly confident in my ability to convey information and teach them. But a combination of observation, critique, and looking at data began to make me insecure. Because, you see, a lot of my students haven't improved on their tests. Haven't gotten better at reading according to data-collecting assessments. Haven't improved their attendance or their behavior. On my drive home from my test, these thoughts were circling in my head, and I started to consider: most of my teammates are doing this job for one or two years. They are also struggling with feelings of inadequacy and looking at the seemingly insurmountable problem of unequal education, but to them it is an episode in their lives. For me, I'm signing on for 30+ years of this. That's when I panicked. I felt like I wasn't good enough, that these students have such hard lives and it JUST ISN'T FAIR. How could I be a good teacher if I couldn't even manage tutoring effectively? I don't want to end up like a lot of my classmates: teaching because it's a job and it makes money and you get summers off. Nothing sounds worse to me than that. 

So I called the City Year Corps Member hotline. Yep, City Year has free counselors on call all the time to talk corps members through issues. Because we spend a lot of time in a lot of hard situations. We're often more emotionally close to our students than other school employees, which is dangerous because these kids have scarring experiences. Just for an example, my student was absent the first 3 days of this week and returned today. I celebrated his return and asked what had kept him away. His brother passed away, he said. He was 15. I didn't ask what happened. So anyway, I called this hotline and talked to a counselor about my insecurities and my worries that I'll burn out and want to quit my avocation. It actually helped a lot! I realized a lot of my insecurity was just stemming from my propensity to hold myself to unattainable standards and feel like I need to be better than everyone else because I'm the only tutor with an education background. So I'm gonna stop that, I think. Obviously I'm still going to do my best, but I need to try harder and be more intentional about celebrating my strengths while trying to being even stronger!

So that happened. I would say that was definitely the nadir of my week. It got better from there. 

Blossom received more answers to his questions courtesy of my good engineering buddy at Purdue. He's working on a second set of follow-up questions. He was also early to school every day this week.

Romeo, which I'll call the basketball-fanatical student who is a reluctant reader, is still totally digging The Lightning Thief, and he is already excited about reading the sequel. 

I got to laugh and play with my students while learning words they chose from Lightning Thief as words they didn't know. We played 'trashketball' while discussing meanings and parts of speech of words such as 'vital', 'kleptomaniac', 'solstice', 'frustrated', and 'obnoxious'. Lots of fun was had.

Today, a student arrived at school at his usual early time and walked straight up to me with a bag in his hand. He handed it to me and said, "Miss! Look!" I unwrapped it to find a GIANT chocolate-covered strawberry. "Wow!" I said, "Who are you going to give this to?"

"You!" he said. :)

Over half of my students improved their reading level over the first half of the year. 

My teacher is excellent. She works really hard and cares deeply about the success of our students. She gets frustrated with their behavior, but for all the right reasons. She wants to find a way to structure the class that will help them improve themselves. 

A student threw away the Valentine's treat I gave all of my behavior lunch students. It wasn't a statement throw away with pageantry or flamboyance, but the throw away of genuine apathy. That really hurt.

I'm telling you, every day is like this. There are a million things that make me want to cry. Half a million make me want to cry of sadness and despair, half a million want to make me cry with joy and fulfillment.

I think I'm definitely hooked on this profession. I will definitely need the support of all my best people to stay in one emotional peace, but I can't imagine giving up now that I know every thing that I can do and how many students need someone to care about them. That's it for me. I'm a goner. 

My little cup of joy has overflown!

So, this week is a relatively long week for us at school because we are there for all 5 days. We usually are in our school for 4 days with training on Fridays. I was really kind of thankful to get these 5 days, because that meant that I would get a lot of quality tutoring done with my students.

One of my students has been a prominent feature in my week for sure. You see, we have these stories in City Year that act as "founding stories" meaning that they form the core of what we're about. One is about starfishes. I think I posted it on here before, but the gist is that even if you only make an impact on one student, it's worth it. So, we talk about our "starfish" students a lot in City Year, referring to those students who we feel we are really making a difference for. Last week and this week, we've been asked to share our Starfish Stories with the staff at City Year San Antonio. So I wrote about a student I'll call Blossom (for the name of his family dog, a very nice pit bull). Here is what I wrote:

Blossom is tall for his age and is very proud of his dark shoulder-length hair, which he wears across his eyes and flips frequently to get out of his face. He lives with an ever-changing variety of family members, but his 20-year-old brother is the most constant presence at Blossom's extracurricular activities which include Mariachi band. Blossom wears the same outfit to school every day and doesn't own a weatherproof jacket.

When I met Blossom, he asked me what City Year was about. I told him that we help students in class and put on fun activities after school. He said, "Miss, that sounds stupid. I hate City Year." Blossom made it clear that he did not like school or see the value in receiving an education, and he was frequently absent and referred to the office for behavior issues. He mentioned to me that he wanted to drop out as soon as he was able to. Because he was so far behind, I was assigned to work with Blossom in attendance coaching, behavior coaching, and Language Arts tutoring. 

What really helped Blossom get back on track was small, reachable incentives. He would often come to class without any materials whatsoever, so after I lent him a pencil, I challenged him to earn that pencil by staying on task during the entire class period. He quickly took the challenge and earned his pencil. The next incentive was to keep that same pencil over night to show me that he could be responsible with his materials. When he accomplished that, he earned a pen. We used these small steps to build up to the point where now, Blossom has an incentive chart with 25 spots on it. When he makes it to school on time and participates in class 25 days, he will earn his largest incentive yet: playing basketball during tutoring time with his best friend. 

​I am so proud of how far Blossom has come since I met him in August. We have often discussed his view that school did not matter to his future. Eventually, he divulged that he was interested in engineering. This was extremely exciting for me because my brother and my father are professional engineers. I told Blossom that he could write questions that he had about engineering and I would ask my family members and report back to him. He wrote 10 questions without prompting, including, "Do you like being an engineer? Why?" and "Do you make friends in engineering?" I am so excited to share with him what they said! 

My biggest wish for Blossom is that I can teach him to achieve for himself and to delight in the simple joy of giving his best effort. If he can find the motivation and determination to learn, nothing can stop him from achieving his goals.

Last week, Blossom was absent the entire week because, he later told me, he didn't feel like coming. He returned this week and we have worked really hard to make sure he caught up in class. After I showed him what Dave and Dad had to say about his questions, he decided to buckle down and make the effort to catch up. I have spent a lot of time with him this week, something that he would have literally turned his back on earlier in the year. I am really excited to see how much he will improve between now and the end of the year; his potential is truly outstanding!

Three weeks ago, I had to chase him down and threaten to sit with him at lunch with his friends around to get him to join me for our behavior coaching group lunch. I am ecstatic to say that today, this happened:

"Miss, will you be here tomorrow? You're not always here on Fridays."
"Yep, we are going to be here!"
"Do you have to eat lunch with anybody tomorrow?"
"Nope, my groups are all on Wednesday and Thursday."
"Would it be okay if me and a friend ate with you?"
"I would like that!"

OF COURSE IT'S OKAY! Is it okay if I dance around the cafeteria deliriously happy?

I almost forgot to add that he also gave me a lesson in Spanish pronunciation while we were revising his personal narrative. He talked about his Tia (aunt in Spanish) and he stopped me every time I said it to correct me. "No, Miss! It's Thii-AH!" "Thii-AH?" "Yes, that's better." :)

AND, I finally got my most stubborn students to be interested in a book. If you remember, this is the same student who refused to consider any book that didn't solely focus on basketball, more specifically, the NBA. Guess what book we're reading together? The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. I am pretty sure basketball isn't even mentioned! (However, sixth graders who don't like school and get in trouble are. Interesting...) We read the first page together and I asked if he would like to continue with this book. "Sure, it's alright I guess" he said with a shrug. One chapter later, he asked if he could borrow it to finish the second chapter at home. I SAID YES. (It's an excellent book for all ages by the way, I highly recommend it and the rest of the Percy Jackson series.)

These are just two of my 20 students. Let me tell you, not all of the others are reacting as positively to me as these guys. This is the first week in a while, though, that I feel like I'm doing my job really well and that I'm making a difference to these students.

I don't think it is possible to overstate how happy/proud/overflowing with joy I am. I'm doing something important! 

Patience

My week at school has told me that above everything, caring about my students takes patience.

It takes patience to suggest book after book to a student who is unbelievably judgmental of books based solely on their cover. 

It's worth it because I know someday he'll remember crazy Ms. C. who wouldn't leave him alone until he gave every book a fair chance.

It takes patience to hear every student you mention reading to say those dreaded words, "I hate reading."

"How could you hate reading?! It can take you anywhere in the universe."

"It's boring!"

What I want to say: "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS BORING!!!!"

What I actually day: "You just haven't found the right book! Come find one with me!"

It's worth it to watch a student devour a book you recommended to them and then pass that recommendation on to a friend.

It takes patience to call parents of students who are absent and get number after disconnected number without speaking to one actual parent.

It's worth it for the one parent who tells you how thankful they are that someone in the school cares enough to check for their daughter.

It takes patience to have lunch with a group if students who think it's acceptable to "play" around with friends by making fun of their appearance even if one of them has asked the other to stop. 

It's worth it to hear chatty students go silent and stay that way when I tell them I invited them to lunch because I care about them and believe that they can succeed and be leaders for others. 

It takes patience to know what students need to do in class to be successful but watch them do the opposite and turn down your help.

It's worth it to walk away from an obstinate student who waits until I'm "not" paying attention to begin the task I was bugging him about. 

It take patience to explain why writing will someday be useful to a student who has dyslexia.

It's worth it to see that student choose reading a book with me as an event important enough to write his personal narrative about. Why was it important to him? Because it was the first time he ever wanted to read a whole book front to back.

It takes patience to tell a student in after school to put his phone away time after time in a calm voice.

It's worth it when he asks if I'd please take his phone from him so he won't be tempted any more.

It takes patience to ask students to choose the right choice for themselves and watch them make the exact opposite choice.

It's worth it when students are standing up ready to fight and I can coach them back to their seats by reminding them that only THEY have the power to control their actions and avoid the consequences.

Every job that I do is not easy and none of them give me any instant gratification, but I know that every job and interaction will slowly impact my students for the better. My prayer is that I can have enough interactions with each student to make an impact that lasts beyond this year and goes with them outside the school's campus.

Also that I can keep being patient because I know that my students need me to support them even if they don't always express that need in words other than, "Leave me alone!" 

New Teacher

I have a permanent teacher in my classroom!! Hallelujah!

But seriously. I'm really excited about her and the potential for the rest of the year. 2 out of the 3 classes I serve were really engaged in her introductory lesson and were very respectful while she was talking. I was really proud of them.

The class that normally has trouble had trouble again. They have taken on the reputation of "the class that drives away teachers." It has become a badge of feigned honor for some, a bragging point that thinly veils the deep hurt they have from the many transitions they've been put through this year. I look forward to watching them grow the rest of the year as they realize that they can finally trust our leader in the classroom and give her their respect.

I have decided that I can help best in the classroom by encouraging my teacher at all costs and helping her to gain control over these very wobbly students. I am no longer pulling out students to tutor them during ELA class time.

However, I have been working very hard since I had my mid-year evaluation to still gain the prescribed amount of time with my focus list students. I had not been meeting my goals because of the conflict I was feeling about "abandoning" students in class to tutor my students and a lot of other excuses that my brain thought were valid. They weren't.

So I have changed my tack once again. I will take my boss's advice and control what I can control: meeting with my students during electives and Pride Time (homeroom), being extremely enthusiastic about our teacher and ELA and reading and pretty much everything, run an engaging after school program that enriches students' lives, and loving students every chance I get.

For none of this do I receive much instant gratification. I must admit that some students are very appreciative tell me that I'm fun/cool/etc, but most of the work I do will pay off when the advice I gave them finally makes sense in 3 years or more. My goal is that one day my student who can't resist getting pulled into an argument will realize that he really IS only in control of his actions! That my students who think reading is boring will someday realize that they just hadn't found the right book yet. That the only way  not to be a part of the problem is to be a part of the solution.

Highlight: a student who three weeks ago flat out refused to attend my behavior-coaching lunch with other students, but has come reluctantly the last two weeks, helped me by picking up something I had dropped on the floor. I said thank you and he asked if that was something that he could tell the group. I asked what group, and he said, "When we eat together!" :)

Lowlight: a student told me her birthday was coming up on Sunday. I asked if she'd eat cake or have a party and she said, "No. My mom told me I was too old to have a party." She'll be getting a mini-party on Friday, believe you me.

No Words

I'm having one of those slippery-slope complexes where every day I don't update my blog I become less likely to update it because I gain more and more material that has to be put into the blogs. Therefore, I am not going to give an all-encompassing monologue updating you on my service, I'll just try to write things that I remember and that will do me good to type out in this format.

Truth be told, I'm having a hard time. Not because my life is hard; it's actually great! I had a wonderful break where I got to see almost every friend that I'd been missing, spend some time with my family and my fiance (oh yeah, and I got a fiance!), and visit the school I'll be working in next year and scope out the Nashville scene for Pat's and my future life. I go to school every day and have a lot of positive interactions with students and teachers and feel pretty good about my effort in my job and my impact with students in their behavior and attendance.

However, my class is in shambles in every sense of the expression. I lost my teacher (yes, again) and now have a substitute that changes almost daily. The class lessons are being given to us by the other 6th grade teacher, but only the morning of. THE MORNING OF. How do you think that turns out for 1st period, when we don't have any materials prepared and have only just glanced at the lesson plan? Oh yeah, and that class is 1/3 special education students.

The worst part is that tomorrow we have a district-mandated expository writing test, where students are required to respond to a prompt with a 5-paragraph essay. The first time students had even heard the word 'expository' was today. TODAY. We had one day to practice a completely unfamiliar skill that they will be tested on tomorrow. The only thing the students have written to date was a creative super hero narrative. They didn't have any idea what a strong main idea was, let alone how to form one of their own from a prompt.  It would be laughable if it the children's entire academic futures weren't riding on tests like these.

I spoke with the administrator about my situation and was told that they don't want to rush into hiring someone who won't last. My substitute regularly tells the students that they are bad students and that they scared off the other teachers. I reported that to the administrator and received sympathy for the students. She felt bad for what they are going through, but no action was taken.

I heard one of the students repeat this during lunch (that the other teacher quit because she didn't like them), and one of my students corrected him. He said that she just wanted to teach elementary school like she did before (with a "duh" added for emphasis), which is what I told my students had happened because that's the truth. I warmed my heart to see him defending that against the student who just wanted to blab about how "bad" they were.

The truth is that my students are better behaved than they have ever been. They are spinning their wheels in my class and it is killing me that I can't do much about that. I led the class through the prewriting exercise in class today because my substitute's procedure was to point at the instructions and loudly rebuke students who didn't immediately understand what they were supposed to do with a completely new concept and activity by telling them that they should know how to do this by now.

Although I feel like I am making an impact with my students and my personal life and future are looking very bright, I am truthfully terrified for my students and their future. It is so very hard to make up instructional time for students who fall behind in their coursework, especially in English and Math. My students have effectively been without a certified teacher for 3 months.

If you remember, spare a few thoughts for us tomorrow as you go through your day. Send some positivity toward Room 112 and the students that want to learn in there, but are struggling through little fault of their own.

A Day of Victory!

Today was an EXCELLENT DAY! Let me splain; there were 3 main victories.

Victory #1

One of my students has a significantly lower reading level than my others (like kindergarten level low) and as a result, has basically resigned to answering "I dunno" to any question asked of him. Like ever. Like if you ask "Why don't you like to read?" he will answer with a shrug. When I prompt him with "Is it because it's hard?" shrug. "It's okay that you don't like it, I just want to know what makes you not like it." shrug. SHRUG!

Today, we did a fluency lesson. Fluency is a student's ability to read aloud with accuracy and speed. So we began by reading a passage that I had already picked out (it was the plane crash scene in Hatchet, which totally roped in most of my students because I purposely picked a super suspenseful place to stop---"Miss! Does he make it out of the water alive!?" "Oh, I don't remember, but you can borrow the book and read for yourself!" heh heh). He read as far in the passage as he could get in 1 minute by himself and I marked how far he got. I also wrote down words that he mispronounced and went over them with him.

The next step is to practice reading together in unison. That didn't work well with this student because he didn't know how to pronounce the words well enough to do it in sync; he was always waiting for me to say it and then he repeated them. So we did echo reading instead--exactly what it sounds like; I read 4-5 words and then the student does, then I say the next 4-5 words, etc. He did that really well, pronouncing the words perfectly after listening to me and looking in his book.


After that, he got to read the same passage one more time on his own to see if he could get farther on his own this time. He read 2 sentences farther! Not only that, but he pronounced 5 words correctly out of the 7 he had missed the first time! I was SO EXCITED, and it was so obvious that he couldn't help but be happy too. I asked why he thought he did better that time and he said without prompting, "because I practiced it." NO SHRUG! He is normally way too cool for school, but he totally cracked a real smile when he saw how excited I was for him. It's going to be a long road, but him seeing that practicing can give him actual results is invaluable at this point.

Victory #2

In after school, behavior has been going a lot better. We've implemented a "Swag Tag" system where students are given a raffle ticket when they are caught doing something good (being on task, answering a question, helping their neighbor, sitting quietly, etc). They write their names on the tickets and put them into a box. Every week, 3 names are drawn out of the box and the winner gets a prize. It's simple: the more good things you do, the better chances you have in the raffle!

Also an exciting thing is that next week, we are going on  field trip! We're going to the San Antonio Museum of Art and the kids are really excited to go!

So today I was working with a couple of girls on ELA before we started the enrichment lesson, which was on  Music today. The girls are best friends and CAN NOT sit together without talking and giggling. It inevitably resulted in the corps member leading the lesson to get frustrated with their talking and ask one girl to move across the room. She refused, he insisted. She finally got up, cursed AT the corps member in front of the whole room, got her things and walked out.

I caught up with her right before she reached the door. Small victory that she didn't keep going out the door; it was a distinct possibility. We talked through what had happened, talked about why the corps member might have acted in a way she perceived as really mean and what she could have done better. I asked if she thought she would be allowed on the field trip if she left today's lesson like she did, and she shook her head. I asked what she thought she should have to do to regain her ability to go on the field trip. Together, we decided that she should have to go back into the library and finish out the lesson. After everyone was leaving, she would apologize to the corps member for her behavior.

SHE DID IT. SHE DID ALL OF IT.

I know it's hard to understand how big of a deal this is, but I know I always had a hard time asking for forgiveness in that way, and it was a huge piece of humble pie she had to swallow. She took it like an amazing young woman and I was so proud of her that when she said sorry that I almost cried. It was
amazing and I could tell she was happy with herself for making the right choice. It was wonderful.

Victory #3

Today our team hosted a family literacy night at our school. We invited students to bring their families for a night of ELA games and Math games. Our two ELA coordinators basically organized the whole thing on their own with a lot of pressure from our partners in the school, and they bore it so gracefully and everything went fantastically!

About 150 people came in total, and there was hot chocolate (which you could earn by playing 2 ELA games and 2 Math games and getting stickers in your "passport") we also had dinner provided by our wonderful parent liaisons. I was so proud to be a part of our team tonight because we all prepared for our respective games thoroughly and it was obvious to the parents that we cared about the students and that we're an asset to our school. I never doubt that fact, but it's nice to parade it around in front of interested parents.

I got to meet one of my students' families, with her little brothers and sisters who were incredibly adorable. I joked around with students who I normally have to redirect in class, which was extremely refreshing and I'm sure they liked that version of Ms. C. a little better. We also had visitors from another CY team to assist in our program, so it was fun to show them around and show our school and our team off to them. We had a lot of fun and I know the kids had a blast.

As you can read, I had a fantastic day! I love my job!

The Burritos

So we have 3 lists of students that we focus on in the school:

Students that are struggling with course content (in my case, English).

Students who struggle with behavior in class.

Students who struggle with attendance.

My ELA focus list contains the students that I tutor in English and spend most of my time with. 

However, behavior students also get to spend time with me in the form of Leadership Lunches. Once a week, I meet with two groups of five students for behavior coaching during their lunch period. We talk about things that we can do to be good leaders, what it means to be a good leader, our goals for behavior, etc. 

My first group met for the second time today. Last meeting, we came up with a group name; the Burritos. It was a contentious vote on the team name, but Burritos it was. Now, one of my students in class always mentions that he is a Burrito. I use it in class to redirect those students by saying "Is that how Burritos act in class? Didn't think so." 

So today in our meeting we tried to list things that we've done over the last week that are good things, things that good leaders do. Everyone could think of at least one thing, so that was a positive! However, two burritos got in a fight during class and had to be sent to the office. Baby steps!

One thing that always makes me smile is how happy the students are to get their invitations to lunch. They hold onto those papers more tightly than they do any of their actually important home work assignments. Students who are cooler than cool can't help but excitedly ask where they should meet me after they get their food. We also have a lot of students that ask us to be able to come to the lunches. I think we're doing an effective job at hiding the fact that students HAVE to eat with us because their teachers referred them to the behavior intervention program. :)

Tomorrow I meet for the first time with my other group of students. I have high hopes for them, but I'm a little nervous. This is the big leagues as far as behavior problems goes; we take the worst-behaved kids and stick them in a room together and handle it like champs. I gotta get pumped! 

My student that I made the reading deal with switched his choice to Hunger Games, which I had also suggested. Yesterday, I asked how it was going and he said, "boring." I was incredulous. Today, however, he said it was going well and he asked if he could borrow the second book after he finished this one! I said of course!! Now I have to get my hands on Catching Fire... 

My cursive-loving student finished the alphabet! He had me write it out on a piece of paper so he could practice at home. As long as he has that love of learning, he is going to be just fine. 

Tonight I joined the choir at my church! The old choir director left, and so did most of the choir, so it was the perfect opportunity for a mediocre singer to jump in! I've secretly always wanted to sing in a choir, and I am taking full advantage of this chance! 

Things are going really well down here, I feel like I'm making at least a small difference for every student I come in contact with, and that makes it all worthwhile. :)

By the way, it got up to 85 today. 

"I want to learn all of it!"

Wow, I have really let myself down when it comes to reflecting on my service. I've let writing this blog morph into an obligation to others in my mind, when it really is a service to myself. I know I'm going to want to look back and flip through these virtual pages to relive this year, and if I keep this up, there won't be many pages to flip!

In my defense, last week I had the whole week off for Thanksgiving. Or rather, we had Wednesday-Friday off and I took two personal days to show Patty around San Antone. It was an amazing break and was the perfect combination of binge-watching Breaking Bad (we finished the series) and actually doing things (we walked 5 miles along the riverwalk on Thanksgiving). It was exactly what I needed. 

School is continuing on. Today I met the teacher I will be paired with for the rest of the year. I am really excited for our class; I think the teacher will be what the students need. She is a permanent substitute who has a lot of elementary experience and has her teaching license. My students had a positive reaction to her, and that's half the battle! 

One of my students is an excellent worker and behaves magnificently, but won't stop talking about how he "hates" reading. He only read stories about sports, and even then he only likes books written about the NBA (I couldn't help laughing when he said this matter-of-factly as if he wasn't limiting himself to under 0.001% of the books in the world). So I made him a deal. I told him that I wanted him to read a whole chapter book cover-to-cover (he tends to read two pages and decide he doesn't like it) before Christmas break. The catch--it couldn't be about sports. I asked what he felt like he should earn for such a feat and he said a bag of Skittles. I think that can be swung. :) I have been incessantly recommending books that I know any sixth-grade boy would enjoy, and today when I asked him which book he was going to choose, he said Hatchet, which was one that I was most vocally pushing. And he remembered the title from over a week ago! He is soooo going to at least like reading when this year is up.

One of my other students asked today in afterschool if I could teach him to write in cursive. He didn't have any homework or classwork to do, so I obliged. He was so eager, it was adorable!! He loved the loopy letters, but he especially liked the capital "D". We didn't get to practice the whole alphabet because I kept having to conference with students who were misbehaving, but I told him that tomorrow we could at least teach him how to write his name in cursive. He objected instantly. "I want to learn all of it, Miss! All the letters." So you know exactly where I'll be tomorrow after school. :)

Also, I decorated our apartment (sort of) for Christmas! I put up some lights in the windows for our neighbors to enjoy and today I creepily overheard a compliment. Our windows are open because it's mid-70's here right now (jelly?) and a man was walking his dog and said to our neighbor who was out smoking on the porch, "Hey man, I like your lights upstairs!" to which our neighbor replied, "Oh, that's not our apartment." It's a little sad how warm and fuzzy this made me feel as I sat in our living room. But warm and fuzzy I felt indeed. 

Goodnight!

P.S. I am super excited to see my parents and my little brother this weekend for Dave's graduation! Hooray!!!

P.P.S. Last week we did an afterschool lesson on appreciating each other and saying nice things to one another where we all wrote things about each other that we liked. The result was wonderfully, awkwardly adolescent. Here is my paper after all the students wrote on it. It makes me happy.  

Roller Coaster

Today was full of ups and downs, but mostly ups. I'll start at the very beginning, because that's a very good place to start. ;)

It has been a wild couple of days since my teacher moved out of my classroom and into her new classroom. The substitute is really great, and definitely on top of his game, but obviously the lessons suffer when there's not a teacher in the room. One of the school administrators asked me to lead the lesson for today, which included four new vocabulary words. I said I would rather not, because City Year is actually supposed to avoid that very situation, and because my teacher had allowed me to pull my focus list students out during vocab days and we had been playing a game the students really liked (trashketball). But the admin put some pressure on me, saying that I knew how the lesson went and it was important for the class to stay on track yada, yada, yada, I ended up agreeing.

So I had the words made up in a PowerPoint complete with funny pictures to add some pizazz. 

My first lesson went less than wonderfully. The students weren't being respectful whatsoever, and I actually stopped instruction to remind them that this wasn't part of my job and that I was leading class to help them learn the words and that the least they could do is respect me by not talking. That kept them quiet for awhile and they actually got kind of into the lesson! We discussed words like 'humiliating' and 'gloated' and the students really enjoyed giving their examples and ideas about the words. However, I knew I had gotten a little hard on them when one of the students' "powerful" sentence for the word 'rage' was, "Ms. C felt rage when the class wouldn't stop talking while she was teaching." Whoops; but I guess it's good that they could see me get frustrated with their disrespect. 

The substitute led the lesson in all the Pre-AP classes that I don't assist in, an he also led the class that has the worst behavior. I was trying to take a step back from leading and I figured he could handle it. It went okay, but the students were really out of hand.

Fast forward to last period. The sub insisted that I lead class again, and I begrudgingly acquiesced. It went great! In the middle of the words, a student raised his hand (instead of yelling out!!!!) and asked if I was their teacher now. I said no, that I was just leading class to help them stay on track. He and several others said, "Aw man, you should be our teacher now." Cue heartwarming happiness. Almost every student got all the words written down and shared at least one of their sentences with the whole class. 

Also, one of the other subs that I've worked with was eating lunch in the teacher's lounge while I was in there and he told my current sub that he was lucky to have me in the classroom. He said I had a "real way" with the students. We were talking about what City Year is and my plans for after this year, and he said that he thinks I'll be an excellent teacher. It meant a lot coming from a 20-year retired teacher who had been working with special ed students for the last 40 years. He had some serious street cred. 

I did miss working with just my students. I checked in with them and told them that we could play trashketball with the next set of words, and some were disappointed, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least they enjoy working with me!

Two students got moved off of my focus list because they're doing really well in their ELA work, which is exciting, but I'll miss them! One of them completed an entire, standardized-test style expository essay after going through all the steps with me (prewriting, revising/editing, the whole nine yards) and I was so proud of her! 

AND one of my reluctant students (let's call him Harold), who loves to read graphic novels, took my book recommendation! I suggested Maus, a historic graphic novel that tells the story of the Holocaust with cats and mice as the an/protagonists. He loved it! My other focus list student even asked if he could please read it after Harold is done. Cha-Ching! 

Oh, and I accepted my offer from Teach for America to teach Government and Economics in the Greater Nashville area. So excited!!! Pat already got offered a job and a very successful charter school in the downtown area, so we will officially be moving to Tennessee this summer!

Sorry for the long post-- I guess I should post more often! :)

Trashketball

Today was a really positive day as far as tutoring went, however, there is a hitch in my giddilong, as my grandma would say. My teacher is getting moved out of my classroom on Monday. 

She will be reassigned to a reading intervention class, and I will get a new teacher, likely one who comes temporarily out of retirement, in my classroom. I'm not extremely worried because behaviorily, the classes can honestly only get better than they are now. However, I don't know how this teacher will react to City Year or my requests to take students out of class to tutor them, especially because my teacher now is extremely supportive about me getting time with my students. 

Today, my students and I played a game as we were learning new vocabulary. It's called trashketball. The students would write a Powerful Sentence (7 words or more) on a post-it using the new word, read the sentence aloud, crumple their paper and toss it into the goal. They loved it! One of my students said, "Miss, this game isn't fair."

"Why? We're all gonna stand behind this line!"

"Because, Miss, I'm too good."

:) 

Needless to say, we got through all of our words.

Also I had a great experience during our flex period (home room) when I went to work with a student on writing. I walked into the class and was assaulted with hugs by two students. Many of the others shouted, "Ms. C!! You're in this class? Awesome!" One student even asked me to sit by her an made a label for my seat that read: "Ms. C's Seat" It made me feel really loved. 

I started telling some students that I planned to teach next year. A lot of ten don't knew that I'm really a social studies teacher, so they're surprised when I say that social studies is my favorite subject! I tell them that I'm going to teach social studies next year and they say, "Oh, here?!" 

"No, at another school in a different city."

"Whaaaat?! No!"

:)

Josue's reaction: "Imma move to that city and be in your class." I think he meant that half in a nice way and half in a threatening way. Haha. 

I already know I'm going to miss then so much!!

Our afterschool program is going through some trials, but my co-coordinator, some teammates, and I are working really hard to figure out how to handle behavior issues without having to kick students out of the program. Because they all can be good-natured kids, and we don't want to be the ones who discouraged them from being involved. But something's gotta give, because it is stressing my team out a lot to redirect students constantly for an hour after working hard all day.

The end! Sorry my posts aren't very organized, but I'm not teaching prewriting strategies until tomorrow! ;)

Tope-y

Sorry for the long lapse between posts, but things have been getting pretty hectic down here! I am much more at peace than I was during my last post.

Last weekend, City Year joined the Rotary San Antonio club (which is second largest in the WORLD!) to build a playground for a local school. It was extremely fun, and I had fantastic jobs. I split my time between drawing and painting a world map with continents on a cement slab (12' by 24') and seeing how many countries of the world we could name (would you expect anything else from me?) and playing with a ball that was taller than I was. I made some friends with some 8-year-old boys who thought that ball was the best thing they'd ever seen. All in all, the event was spectacularly well-organized, and I'm so proud of my roommate and my friends for pulling it off so flawlessly. I know they worked extremely hard planning all the activities. 

School has become a lot more positive too. Don't get me wrong, class is still the very definition if chaos, but my perspective had changed. I am focused on my students' success and measure my daily impact by their improvement rather than the whole class' on-taskness (it's a word). 

I am quickly becoming attached to my students for sure. Every time I take them out of class to work on something, they are excited and ready to leave that chaotic environment. I've even had to set up a rotation of other students who hassle me every day to please take them too because they want to work out there with me! 

There are a million little things that fulfill me every day, like a student telling me twice that he gets to make a video in technology class because he is that excited. 

Or a student saying he really likes the class common read book because the character seem really cool. And then catching that student reading the book in after school. 

Or a student apologizing for being mad during class because the other students were being so rude he couldn't concentrate. 

Or a student who hasn't done one iota of class work this year completing a discussion response because I told him I didn't mind if his answer had a curse word in it. He thought he was getting away with sooooo much. 

Or a student saying "nice one, Miss!" when I got a question right during a literacy board game we were playing. 

Or one of my students being vocally upset when I said we wouldn't be going outside today because he needed to catch up on his reading but then being comforted by the fact that we would work outside tomorrow. 

Or a student who has been at loggerheads with me about being respectful all year borrowing my pencil minutes after saying, "I don't like you at all. We're not friends anymore" and then being the only one to return my pencil at the end of class! 

Or today in afterschool when the corps members served as a panel for our students to ask questions about college and we actually had to cut the discussion short because they had so many questions! Excellent questions like, "do people still get bullied in college?" and, "do people sometimes drink and smoke but still do okay with their grades?" and "can you flunk?"

I love my job, even if it's hard all the time and sometimes harder than it is fulfilling in the moment. It always ends up being worth it for the students who show me that I'm not wasting my time. It's certainly going to be an interesting career!

And this morning I saw a beautiful rainbow. San Antonio is a beautiful city and I'm lucky to live here for a year.

One more funny story:

On Halloween, one of my teammates dressed as a nerd with "broken" glasses. In afterschool, a student said, "Sir, are those fake?!" And I said, jestingly, "You mean his eyes? I think those are his real eyes. Maybe his hair, that looks kind of fake..." And the student said, "You're right! It looks like a tope-y" 

"A tope-y?"

"Yeah, you know, a fake hair, a tope-y"

"Ohhhhh, you mean a toupee?!"

"I guess so!"

Chicho Boys

It's getting harder and harder to motivate myself to write a blog post. But I pretty much live off of affirmation from my friends and family, and I know the only way to get that is to tell you all how it's going.

Right now it's going. Our afterschool program is well-attended, but behavior is proving to be a huge stumbling block. Today I planned a fun outing, taking the students outside to play some frisbee (the theme was college culture), and they were roughhousing a lot and pushing each other even though I reminded them seconds before we went outside that we had to respect each other. So I lectured them. Which I hated. I told them that I their behavior was unacceptable and that they were being extremely disrespectful to people who were there to plan fun activities for them. It was extremely disappointing.

Not that I don't believe that high expectations are the fuel of learning, but I think mine were too high for the maturity level of my students. I have worked with mature-for-their-age highschoolers for 4 years, so I suppose I am assuming too many similarities between that group and my current group of 6th graders. I don't really know how to handle that disparity.

I have been pulling my focus list students out of class the past couple days to work on concepts, and that's been going well for the most part. Most of the students I take are happy to go, some are complacent. I took an extra kid who is normally a behavior problem in class in my group today to ease some of the burden off my teacher. It was a great set-up until he had to leave for a doctor's appt. 

I know this post is poorly organized, but I don't really know what else to say. There are things that have happened that I'm happy about.

Yesterday I went produce shopping at Chicho Boys Fruit Market, which sells Grade B produce from the packing district for ridiculous prices. See receipt below; I'm telling you, the prices are ridiculous. So that was thrilling. Haha

Also, I got a group together to play ultimate frisbee tonight, and it was a success! We played a whole game after work before it got dark, which is 7:30. Blah.

And tomorrow most of my school team is going to the Spurs home opener against the Memphis Grizzlies! It'll be fun to watch and be in a full NBA stadium. 

I would love to hear from anyone who reads this. I'm feeling kind of desperate for any ideas on how to be more effective and I'm just getting frustrated when things don't go as planned. And I miss the people I love. 

"Yay!"

Today was much better in pretty much every way from the past few days.

I did my first "pull-out" tutoring session during class today, and when I told one of the students that he'd be spending some time with me at the beginning of class, he literally said, "Yay!" 

Also, a positive from a couple days ago was that I had to talk to a student about his behavior in our afterschool program, and I said, "You know, I want this to be fun for you and I would really rather not have to yell at you ever." And he responded, "Miss, you've never yelled at me!" I'm glad he feels that way.

Also, a student led a couple cheers today during power greeting and his normal outgoing self turned into adorable shyness. 

One of the teachers that I've only spoken to once came up to me while I was working in the library, patted my back, and said, "You guys are such a blessing to this school." :)

Today was the dance. And I completely forgot how awful/wonderful junior high dances are in every way. It was comforting to know that this dance was extremely similar to my own junior high dance experiences. City Year had a VIP room set up for students who had kept 100% attendance for the first 9 weeks, complete with games, face paint, and a photo booth! A few students hung around in there for the entire time and I heard "This is way more fun than out there!!" more than once. One of my students lost to me at Jenga and then kept challenging me to games as a "rematch." I obviously didn't let any of the kids win on purpose because then what would they learn? 

Also, I had a good "Boiler Up!" moment with a teacher at my school who is a fellow Purdue alum because today was college shirt day and I obviously was wearing my Old Gold & Black. And it just so happened that when Alex said he didn't really have a college shirt, I made sure I brought a Purdue shirt for him to wear. How lucky! 

And yesterday a 6th grader who lives in Alex's apt. complex and hangs around his roommate asked for help with her homework, so I obliged. In the middle of our testing for factors of numbers, she said, "I like you, Mae, you're cool." :)

In the midst of all the negativity I've gotten from students the last couple days, there have been a lot of positive things, so I wanted to make sure I reflected on those. My mind finds it much easier to dwell on students who don't like me or reject me and downplay the ones who show me affection and approval. I'll work on letting those dominate my thoughts. 

Tomorrow is a half day!!!! For the students, that is. But we get to have a team potluck for lunch and I'm bringing apple cider. Yummmmm. 

The Riddle

Today was not great.

I've gotten a little off track from what I'm supposed to be doing as a corps member in the classroom. I've been so focused on helping my teacher regain control of her classroom and redirecting all the students who are off task. I think it's valuable work, and I can see that what I'm dojng is helpful, but it's not what I'm supposed to do as a part of City Year. I am supposed to focus on those students that are within reach of success and failure at the same time. Those students who have potential but are getting swallowed by the system. So I've got to redirect my attention from saving the class from certain destruction to helping my students save themselves from becoming collateral damage.

Which sucks. I really want to help my teacher create a successful learning environment where all her students can learn effectively. But that is not my job and I understand that I will not be able to do both things. So I have to help my focus list students first, and then contribute to my class.  Lesson learned the disheartening way.

I felt a lot better when I went on a run this evening and was reminded why I do this job. I live in a really nice area of San Antonio and I was running around my residential neighborhood when I ran by a junior high school. It is not a part of the inner city district and is one of the highest-achieving schools in SA. The inequality was staring me in the face. I was running by the houses of children that went to this school and I could see how my students are robbed of so many things that lead to success. I saw a girl hanging Halloween decorations in her yard until her dad drove up and she yelled "Daddy!" and ran up to him (yes, that seriously happened in real life) and there were kids sitting on the porch working on what I assume is homework. It reminded me of my school in West Lafayette where parents would be worried about a 5-point in class assignment missing and my students' biggest day-to-day concern was where to park the cars that were given to them by their families.

It's not fair. My students didn't choose the lifestyle they live here. They didn't choose to go to my school or live in the neighborhood or have the responsibilities they have. But they will choose what they know if they don't see there is a viable second option that is desirable to them. And that's what I'm supposed to be helping them with. I don't feel very impactful at this moment, but I believe I can help these students see the second option by helping them see that they can be successful in school. I think I can. My students are smart kids who are plenty capable of being successful in school if they put forth the effort. The riddle lies in finding a way to motivate them to do well academically.