

This week when I returned to school, I shared a few things I'd learned
and done in Orlando. I showed my kids the silly pictures I'd made at EPCOT,
the ones with my face on a lizard and beagle body. I showed them my book
and shared my pleasure and surprise at being published. I also shared my
sadness at visiting my grandfather, who due to Alzheimers, did not recognize
me.
Once again, I worried that we were losing some of our computer time. But
we were connecting, we were sharing parts of why we're together in a classroom
in the first place. These connecting moments act as the glue that keeps
things together during those inevitable times when the kids are bored or
the equipment breaks down etc. It's still hard to connect with 300-plus
kids, but we are making progress.
The week flew by and while it had its ups and downs, it was where I wanted
to be. I was especially happy to be able to appreciate the growth of my
eighth graders. Some of our silliest seventh graders have become budding
leaders in grade eight.
This weekend I'll be reviewing some of their applications for our planned
Climate Committee. The committee is our latest effort to turn the tone of
our hallways and stairwells around.
The influx of new students -- both sixth grade and special education --
to our building has made it a lot noisier this year. And it's not just the
noise, it's the language and the aggressive behavior too. There's no longer
the general sense of calm and order that we've always been proud to claim
as our own.
We've all been disturbed by this development, but short of complaining and
nagging kids to behave, we haven't taken many decisive steps to turn it
around. At our last small learning community meeting we decided to enlist
the support of our eighth graders. Some of them will help monitor the halls
and stairs between classes. It will be tricky, but I think just having them
present and collecting information on the trouble spots should help.
We hope to also have them let us know which classes are doing a good job,
too. And most importantly, they'll help us plan activities and trips that
will foster a sense of community pride and ownership on the part of our
whole student body.
Along the same lines, my tech tutors started this week. Two kids in each
section are coming in early for skills preparation once a week so they can
help me answer all the cries for help that I hear during a given period.
Here again, the kids are contributing a real service -- their peers need
the help, and so do I. They're also feeling quite proud of themselves, because
they're able to teach others how to navigate the technology.
In both these situations, I'm learning a lot about and from my students.
A girl who I had real problems with last year applied for both positions.
When I raised questions about her attendance, she promised to work on it.
When she was absent because of a funeral on Monday, she came and explained
on Tuesday. This turnaround is remarkable and has spilled over into her
classwork and overall demeanor.
The presenter at the service learning session I attended in Orlando talked
about the overall benefits of the experience for the students. I took her
word for it, but it's great to see the actual results. Now I'm thinking
about how these same lessons can be applied to our family outreach efforts.
If we truly reach out and solicit family members' ideas and skills, I think
we'll see a different picture of home-school relations.
Up to now we've still tended to want parental support for "our"
plans and programs. The time is overdue for full partnerships that help
design the programs. Time or the lack of it, can no longer be the excuse
for our failure to promote substantive collaboration.
I'm looking forward to the first meeting of our community outreach committee
this week. I hope that we can finally move beyond traditional one way relationships
with our students' families.
Sometimes I wonder how I'll have time for all these committee meetings,
but without them I feel like I'm just marking time waiting for June to arrive.
At least with the meetings and the groups, we're trying new things and being
proactive. I still feel tired at the end of the day, but my perspective
is back in place. I think this year is going to be a turning point for student
and parental empowerment at our school. I hope so because I believe that
a united approach by parents and teachers is the only solution to the widespread
crisis in our urban schools.
The democratic candidate won our mayor's race on Tuesday, but I'm not naive
enough to believe that it will make a difference without a united, organized
effort by the only real advocates our kids have -- their parents, neighbors
and teachers.
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