Tuesday, March 25, 2014

A Child's Words Can Change The World: The Journey of Teaching Activism to 6th Graders

There is nothing more invigorating for a teacher than a child who is passionate about what they are learning.  Standing back in a classroom filled with chatter about students' topics, curriculum, or learning inspires each teacher to continue that excitement day after day.  Unfortunately, as every teacher knows (or any person whom has attended school), our best laid plans and intentions do not always come to fruition, and the energy of one day does not guarantee eager to learn the next.  My hope over our extended December vacation was to come back with a writing unit that would engage all students for an extended period of research, writing, and learning.   Isn't that every teacher's hope, at every opportunity, during the year?  But that time to think, and reflect, and panic, and research brought me to an article that inspired me as an educator to further inspire my students.


After much time thinking, reflecting, and panicking I came across an article on the National Writing Project website.  "Ten Ideas That Get Kids Writing": http://www.nwp.org/cs/public/print/resource/nwp/ten-ideas.html  It was in this article that I read about a young girl whom had been struggling with Anorexia.  She wrote about her journey with this disease and wanted to ensure that other students did not go through the same experience.  It sat with me - that message that a child's words can change the world.  I had often told my students of this important message, but rarely had I given them the opportunity to truly practice.  This needed to be more than an entry or a final draft they created just for me, but there needed to be a way to share this message with the world.  It amazes me how as a creator, and that's what we are as educators - a creator of lessons, once you are inspired you feel this overwhelming excitement and desire to keep going.


We embarked on the first day back creating lists and short entries about things in the world we wanted to change.  I was beyond impressed by the variety of answers.  Everything from animal abuse to school stress to (my personal favorite due to the sheer humor and innocence) "Boys with long hair.  I mean seriously... What are they trying to say?!"  I reflected with them on the importance of their voice, and the next day we defined the word activism/activist as a class.  For quite some time I had been talking, fruitlessly, about being a "passive learner" - this was the perfect opportunity to reflect on wanting to change the world, or watching the world change.  This was the perfect opportunity to teaching them all of the reasons why their voices matter.


The librarian/media specialist and I gave the students the freedom to select their own topics, responsibly.  This invokes some natural elementary school teacher fear, as it often requires the move from database searching to true Google searching.  However, these students live in a world where technology is in their faces all of the time, and at some point we have to teach them to search responsibly.  Our students spent a couple of weeks researching their topics on the databases, and those that couldn't find enough supportive information, were taught how to "Google responsibly".  The librarian and I closely monitored their progress, and bounced important lessons off of one another and the students. 


The second struggle was WHAT to do with these pieces.  It was important to me that they not only feel that they had a voice, but that they understood that other people would hear their voices - that's how you change the world.  And so I found glossi.com.  While I'm sure glossi.com never intended on being a website for educational purposes, it became clear that it was very user-friendly and, better yet, it was free.

We had previously created a singular GMail account where each student had their own folder on google docs and created any writing that moved through the drafting process.  This made it most easy for my co-teacher and me to revise and conference with students online.  We had the opportunity to offer feedback, students had the opportunity to make revisions, and we instantly knew which students we needed to check-in with at the start of class.  Google docs had given me a sense of sanity during our fiction unit (where sixth graders often feel compelled to write a novel), and was once again one of the most useful tools in my writing class.  Drafting began, online conferencing ensued, and I felt like I had a grasp on the progress of each of my students.  In ten years of teaching, I have never been able to say that I had an understanding of the status of all students during a writing assignment.  Google docs has changed that for me as an educator, and more importantly, for my students.  It was easy to determine where students needed more research, more voice, grammar and punctuation assistance, etc. 

As soon as we began drafting, I did a brief lesson on how the glossi.com account worked.  I explained to the students that I was showing them the most basic steps in creating the digital magazine, but that they were really going to need to play with the site to figure things out.  In the initial presentation I gave them assigned pages for the layout; these were later taken away as I saw that by giving them a minimum I was ensuring that most students would only do the bare minimum.  By broadening the assignment, and giving them many options, many students pushed themselves beyond what I had originally assigned.  In addition, taking more time to research, write, and revise encouraged the students to really focus on the message for the reader, and take more pride in this assignment than your typical research project completed in sixth grade.  As students asked me questions about the site I often sent them to another classmate for help, or told them it was their job to play around with the site until they figured it out.  (Part of this was because of my lack of knowledge within the site, and part of this was teaching this practical technique).  When more than one student expressed a fear of making a mistake, I explained that there is always a back button, and that sometimes you have to make a mistake to learn how to do something correctly.  To this day, I don't know how one student made his cover page of soldiers' hats move, or another made his background shimmer an orange sunset, but I watched them teach their classmates and I watched them motivated to make their digital magazine the best.


As in all units, and teaching, nothing is perfect.  While we spent a lot of time having them document their resources on their bibliography, in the future we will need to spend more time having them accurately quoting where their research was received.  Also, a skill that I continue to struggle teaching, and the students continue to struggle learning is putting things into their own words.  At the age of twelve this seems to be a hard skill to maintain throughout the whole piece.  These will be skills and strategies I will work toward improving throughout the rest of this year, and figure how to address when I complete this assignment with next year's students.  With that being said, my favorite moments in teaching continue to be the moments when my students' motivation to learn exceeds the hand holding and teacher-driven instruction they are so accustomed to at this young age.  Teaching them that their words matter and can change the world is the first step in giving them a sense of power through the written language.         

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

All In A Day's Work - The Emotional Rollercoaster We Call Teaching

Please excuse the bullets that have become my writing on this day.  They seem to be the best way to express the emotional roller coaster that is called teaching nowadays.  This is the just the surface of today, as I would never feel comfortable really disclosing the tough days of my students.  In teaching we have to be very respectful of their confidentiality and privacy.  If you don't feel like reading the whole page, scroll to the bottom - that's the best part. 
  • Writing is cancelled today because today is the day that the students receive exposure to German.  Normally this would be frustrating to me, but as I listen to this amazing teacher (that is only in the building for 6 weeks - 4 at this time) speak in only German I am touched by the way the students respond.  They follow her every move, stand up and sing the alphabet and other songs, and really respond to her.  I am reminded of the value my school district puts on multi-culturalism and developing the whole student.
  • As a grant proposal my class was granted 5 I-Pads yesterday - I don't know who is more excited me or the kids.  Probably me.  The students divide into groups based on the math concepts they have struggled with the most, and begin to create flipped-learning videos on the app Educreations.  Their goal is to teach other students how to solve these most difficult concepts, while teaching themselves.  It was in this moment I realized how ineffective the binder system was this year, despite the fact the pages are meant to come out of the text.  Oops!  Guess I need a better system next year.
  •  I begin to explain to the students that they have earned their award for our behavior management system and we will have a PJ/Breakfast party.  I anticipated telling my students the menu: pancakes, bacon, fruit salad, and donuts, and receiving great appreciation.  Never did I expect them to put in requests: "Can you make chocolate pancakes?"  "I would like pineapple."  "How about I bring in waffles instead?"  Ummm... How about thank you?  I explained to them that I was sad, and they had made me feel very unappreciative - when someone is doing something kind, and being generous, you just say "Thank You."  I thought the message was clear - I was wrong.  
  • Every year we hold a "field day" much like other schools.  It was later in the day that I heard some of my students complaining about the events from the previous year.  I stood there appalled.  I once again explained that "field day" was a privilege and many teachers, myself included, had worked hard to plan that day.  We discussed that while they may not have loved every event, sometimes it is better to just be appreciative for what you are given.
  • These last two bullets lead to this a version of this conversation (lecture):  "You know I love each of you very much, but today as a class I was sad.  I have made a decision to continue with the PJ Party and movie time, but I will not be buying and making you breakfast.  You may bring in your own small snack for yourself during that time, but I do not feel very much like giving you anymore than what you already have inside of this classroom.  I am here to teach the whole student, and this lesson is different than the typical math, writing, or reading lesson.  I am sorry to those of you whom appreciated from the very beginning."   One student raised his hand an apologized, while the others sat very serious.  What I love about my students is that they listened, but they didn't seem upset with me... It was like they knew it was coming. :)
  • At the very end of the day a former student walked into my room.  I hadn't seen her in years, and now that she was in 11th grade it was fun to just catch-up with her.  She got tears in her eyes when I said I was engaged, and we spent a lot of time talking about the joys of being an aunt.  Her visit touched a place in my heart, and I was once again reminded how lucky I am to be able to watch these amazing people grow beyond my classroom.
  • And now for one of my TOP favorite moments in the last ten years:  As this young women walked with me toward my next meeting, an additional former student was waiting for me.  He gave me a big hug, and said "I came to invite you to something.  What are you doing May 18th?"  I told him I wasn't sure and it may be a bridal shower off of the top of my head.  He looked at me and said, "I wanted to invite you to hear me sing at Carnegie Hall."  I don't think there are words to express the moment when you know one of your "kids" is doing something above and beyond the norm, and even greater when they include you in the moments. 
Most days in teaching are a roller coaster.  You watch the kid who doesn't get food at home, and know that his only meal is the one for breakfast or lunch in the school... The kids who wear all of the name brands, but are just screaming for attention at home, or at school... The ones who could care less about education, or just want to play video games/ or sports... You watch the kid fighting off the urge to cut, or flip the desk, because life is harder for him/her than the rest... The one who sails into the school day always trying their best... And the one who struggles just fighting off and covering their disability.  And you teach them all with love.
But every once in a while, you end up with a visit from Carnegie Hall.  

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Teaching Has Saved Me

On more than one occasion teaching has saved my life.  In those moments when I found it hard to breath, to get out of bed and face life, I have walked into my classroom and forgotten the outside world.  When my heart has been smashed into small pieces, or those that I loved have disappeared from my life... When I have been beyond disappointed in myself, or couldn't stand my own thoughts... Teaching has saved me. 

This was not that different just a few weeks ago.  I was in a place where I couldn't understand life, and was hurt, angry, and frustrated with fate for taking a friend, and piece of my future, from my life.  I was overwhelmed with concern for my future husband, as he had suddenly lost a best friend whom was more like a brother.

I spent more than one day looking through my students, unable to really listen to their words, and understand the conversations.  I was going through the motions of teaching - something I don't believe in, and yet we've all experienced.  I vividly remember a friend saying, "How were your kids today?" and I was befuddled.  I didn't have an answer, except to say honestly, "I don't know.  I mean I guess they were fine, but I don't really know what happened today."  What I love about teaching sixth graders is the honesty we can have with one another.  My students knew that a dear friend had passed, and were sensitive to the time and space I needed.  Telling them the truth, and requesting from them some patience and understanding (as well as good behavior and hard work) really allowed me to take care of what I needed to in my personal life.  I wasn't able to see their concern for me in those moments, but it came through in the days that passed. 

They asked if they could help me pick out the substitute that would be teaching in the days that followed (partly because they do not like having substitutes, and partly because they knew they would behave and have fun if it was someone they like).  When I returned from two and a half days out ( 1.5 for services, .5 for a meeting), one student asked if I was his teacher again.  When I smiled and nodded, he wrapped his arms around me (in a hallway of about 65 sixth graders) and told me he was so glad I was back.  It is in those moments that teaching saves me from my own thinking.  It is in those moments that I can breathe again. 

We dismissed early that day, and the next day was a potential snow day that led to an extended vacation.  It was hard for me to wrap my head around saying goodbye to them for the vacation after so few hours together, and still deal with the world outside the school building.  As I took a deep breath, and walked toward my desk, I noticed an envelope on my desk with a note on the outside:

Dear Miss Sisto, 
Your students were very worried about you, and wanted to write you some notes.  So sorry to hear of your friend.   Try to enjoy your vacation.
Nancy

Nancy is our building support teacher, so she is familiar and loves all of the staff and students at our school.  I smiled with tears in my eyes knowing this had come from not only her, but my co-teacher whom had been checking in on me all week.  This was exactly what I needed.  I packed it in my bag, eager to get home from the never-ending snow falling outside the windows.  I needed to be in my own home, and in my own space, before I read any of these letters.  

I don't have to explain how or why teaching saved me in this moment, because there are simply no words.  It's all in the letters. Take a look below and you'll understand.  I write this with one disclaimer: Walk away from reading this article with the understanding that these letters aren't about ME.  These are letters each educator that listens and loves their students receives.