Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections

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I require my students to reflect on their learning, to take their written pieces and describe their strengths and, more important, what they will do to produce better writing the next time. They also must reflect on the text they read, answering the question, “So what?” They need to determine, “What does this novel mean to me? What can I learn about life or the human condition by reading it? How can I make my life, and the lives of those around me, better as a result of reading this book (or article, or poem)?”

The great philosopher Socrates urged his pupils to reflect on their lives:

 The unexamined life is not worth living.

When I sit down with my journal, I reflect on my day, my week, my life, holding up a mirror, so to speak, to my words and actions, examining what went right and what didn’t. Then I make promises to myself and to God that I will do better. However, that is akin to my students writing, “I will work harder” in their reflections about writing. I try to figure out what I can do to make tomorrow better, much the same as when I ask the students to get specific (“I will use parallel structure.”).

Reflection

Now, don’t these two scenes just invite you to sit on a blanket at the edge of this mountain pond and quietly reflect?

Do yourself a favor, and check out more reflections and responses to this week’s photo challenge.

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Reflections on the beginning of another school year

Today was Day #4 in the new school year. I’m teaching freshmen again.

Last year, I threatened to retire if I had to teach freshmen this year. I’m just too blasted old and do not have the energy and I reasoned that they need a younger teacher who is more creative and has more energy … Because of a change in my financial status, I could not follow through on my threat. 

So, here I am with these young students who are eager to experience all that high school can offer them. Of course, analyzing literature and writing essays and research papers in MLA format are not top priority.

To my delight and surprise, I have been visited by students from last year’s classes. Lots of hugs. Lots of comments that they want back in my class. Now, I’m not naive; I understand that I’m what’s familiar and their sophomore teachers are the unknown. But it makes me feel good.

I had some behavior problems on Monday & Tuesday and made calls to MOM! The behavior improved.

I am thankful that my students have focused on writing their essays the past four days. Many of them turned in the summer reading project …. and the others are either reading … or thinking about reading and might get around to finding a book this weekend … maybe.

Maybe this year …… maybe this year will be a little bit better. Maybe this year, I will be able to teach. Maybe this year ………………..

What 4th Grade Looks Like

Have you ever seen Gregory Peck’s remarkable portrayal of Atticus Finch in the film version of Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird?

Mary Badham’s Scout is just as I’d imagined her to be when I read the novel.

Take a look at her hairstyle, which mirrors mine when I was a kid — brown, straight, with bangs — frequently messy.

However, for special occasions (school picture day, for example), Mother would cut it, perm it, curl it (bobby pins in my hair overnight … much more comfortable than the enormous cylinders I wore each night during high school … but I digress.)

The picture below shows me in 4th grade, the year of my first bad experiences in elementary school. Prior to this, I was blessed to be taught by three sweet women,  Sister Mary Jerome, Sister Rita, and Mrs. Buechlein, who praised and encouraged everything I did; I blossomed as a student.

On the first day of 4th grade, Sister Mary Jerome yelled at me. During her introductory speech / lecture, she asked if there were any questions. I raised my hand, stood up (the law at the time), and happily announced that Mother had given birth to my brother Andy the night before. She crossly told me that such a comment does not belong in the classroom and to save it for recess. I withered, and the tone was set for the entire year. I did not bloom again until I survived out of her class.

I find it appropriate that my one physical memento of that year is this picture which reveals the horrific hairstyling techniques of my well-meaning mother.

Gray Golden Mood

It’s raining, a wonderful and rare event here in Phoenix, and the sky is gray, reflecting my mood.  It’s been a difficult work week. There are two weeks left of school; we are in the midst of testing (my content area requires a minimum of five days of testing), and my freshmen are not responding well — lots of misbehavior which is wearing me down.

I need to grade papers this evening, but before I do, I must get into a more positive frame of mind. I always feel better after playing with images and blogging. I like the mood of these shots of water in the golden afternoon sunlight….kind of soft, mellow, and peaceful, soothing my troubled spirit.

Indian School

The boy is filled with sorrow, to think he can no longer enjoy the freedom of his home, and live with those he loves. He must soon be placed in the care of the pale-face, whom he can not fully trust. He can no longer listen to his father’s stories and legends of the past. The feathers and paint, with which he loves to ornament himself, must be renounced.

Source: Phoenix Indian School

I live within walking distance from Steele Indian School Park; I take my dogs there to chase balls. I drive along Indian School Road several times a week, 99% of the time not thinking of the name. Recently, I took my camera to the park to capture some late afternoon shadows, but I found something quite unexpected.

Initially I was drawn to this light on the side of a building. Then I noticed the names on the bricks and immediately thought, “Oh great, more tagging! Why can’t they leave it alone?”

I wandered around the buildings, trying to get an artsy image of a door, window, or the sunset. Much later, I found more bricks.

Clara Lopez caught my eye. 1945. Hm… she might have been a student here. I knew a little about the school. I also knew the horror stories of my white race perpetrating unspeakable punishments on these children if they clung to their traditions and their native language. I wondered if Clara had been mistreated and abused. I wondered why she has an Hispanic name. I wondered what her native name might have been.

Prescilla Sine. Interesting adaptation of the name “Priscilla”… Again, 1945. Was she friends with Clara?

Nez … a name I recognize. 1949. I have taught quite a few students with this last name. Relatives?

Was this student very young? Just learning to write her name? What are the other symbols?

EDIT: I just read this:  That some pupils chose to mark items with dates or a simple line rather than an American name reflects the Indian belief that a name is personal and secret and not to be told. In 1928 teacher Katie Pierson noted in her journal that pupils should be asked “How you are called?” rather than “What is your name?”

I wonder if this explains the marks rather than a name.

I saw the later dates on these bricks and thought that maybe they might have been benefactors…people who had given money to preserve this property?

When I got home, I googled Phoenix Indian School I learned that the school closed in 1990, thus the later dates on the bricks. I had moved to the Phoenix area in 1987 and now vaguely remember the closing of the school.

I found two primary source documents from the late 19th century, both newspaper articles, that speak in praising prose of the wonders that the Indian School is doing in educating and taming the “savages.” Yes, the word savages is actually used.

A recent visit to the Indian school was a revelation in some respects. The writer has known the Pima Indians on their reservation as a fierce, sullen, obstinate, and cruel lot of savages, with a record second to not even the Apaches for horrible butcheries of white settlers and unspeakable barbarities upon their enemies in warfare. It was therefore a surprise to see over 150 of the boys and girls of these desert savages come marching into the chapel with military precision, dressed in handsome, neat-fitting garments, wearing linen shirts, and with their hair brushed with as much nicety as that of a city dude.

I’ve decided to copy the annotation of the article rather than attempt to summarize or paraphrase it:

Annotation

“Phoenix Indian School; Largest in the Southwest and Second Largest in the Country: Need of Military Garrisons in Arizona Grow Less as this School increases Its Influence Among the Nation’s Wards — Over One Hundred and Fifty Boys and Girls,” read the headline of the New York Times article written by a journalist after a visit to the school on July 5, 1896. The Phoenix Indian School was one of some 150 institutions for Indian wards of the U.S. Government founded as the Indian wars concluded. The schools’ mission was to “civilize” and assimilate the Indians to American society through a process of education that sought to obliterate their native cultures. The model of organization and discipline was military. Student life was highly regimented, with little free time, uniforms and marching drills. Boys and girls were subject to whipping and jailing, the latter a punishment for runaways. Students at the schools performed school maintenance, cleaning, cooking, laundering, caring for farm animals and crops, and selling their handmade crafts. Students were also put out to work locally as domestics and farm laborers for further acculturation and to provide work experience. School officials did not envision preparing Native-American students for higher education. The article expresses the attitudes and expectations of the journalist. It also reflects the ways in which the reporter’s views were both validated and revised. The article that appeared in a major newspaper reinforced stereotypes about native American children, affirmed the success of the school’s “civilizing mission,” and testified to the correctness of the assumption that environment could re-shape the children’s identity and override their upbringing.

Source

New York Times, “Phoenix Indian School; Largest in the Southwest and Second Largest in the Country,” July 5, 1896,http://query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=9E07EFD71730E033A25756C0A9619C94679ED7CF (accessed July 1, 2009).

If you are interested in learning more, read Archaeology of the Phoenix Indian School

~Mona

A Brief Respite

After days of an intense work load, I’m taking a night off (well, I think it’s warranted as I was at school/work at 7 AM and left at 7 PM). I am ready to post grades tomorrow and I am prepared for tomorrow … but not for next week … does that mean another weekend of work? NO! I want a weekend OFF! OH NO, I have not prepared the paperwork for taxes. I NEED A PERSONAL ASSISTANT. Since that’s not happening, I need to stop whining and get to work. But for tonight, I am simply enjoying a few hours off. Watched DVR’d episode of House and now watching Grey’s Anatomy.

I had my post-observation conference today. My principal, and evaluator, appears to like my work. This evening, I learned my probable teaching schedule for next year. (I say probable because schedules change up until and sometimes after the first day of the new school year.) Not what I’d hoped for, but also not what I had dreaded. The current trend in education is to place the “strongest” teachers with the most difficult students, especially freshmen and sophomores. While it’s an ego-stroke to be reconsidered a strong teacher, the reality is that it is not a reward. What that philosophy does not take into consideration is the age, energy level, and temperament of said teacher. Retirement? Or another year with freshmen? I don’t know.

The other evening, because I was too exhausted to cook and clean up, I picked up dinner at a local restaurant. I got a little bored waiting on food or the check and started playing with the iPhone.

 

52 Days

Creativity has dried up. Recently I’ve not been happy with anything captured by my camera and my writing has been flat. I am enormously busy with work and simply want to stop the world (where’s Superman when I need him?) and catch up. I also want to sleep! More than that, I want to escape. I feel as if I’ve worked nonstop since second semester started on Jan 9 … Getting terribly burned out, and am physically and mentally exhausted. 52 days left in the school year! I think I can do this. (I think I can.) I need a weekend! Need to get out of the city! Need time…to do NOTHING!

OK, enough whining. Time to get back to work! It’s 7:18 PM. If I hyper focus, I might be able to get a few tasks done.

Good night, everyone.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Arranged

I decided that the images in my Lightroom catalogue that best illustrate the theme of arranged would be a few from my files of classroom pictures. I bypassed many because they show students’ faces, and I do not have their permission to post them; therefore, I chose to show the classroom devoid of teenagers. I hope that you enjoy a look into my workplace in all of its various arrangements. (These shots were taken with the Canon G12 and aren’t as sharp as those from my Nikon D90. I know that the G12 is capable of producing good images; I think I just haven’t learned how to use it.)

You can see that the arrangement of papers on my desk is messy, reflecting my mind; this must have been lunch-time or the end of the day. It also shows that I am working on at least five tasks at one time.

What's the saying: a cluttered desk is a sign of genius?

These files were arranged by category at the beginning of the year. Now, the files in the 1st 1/4 of the drawer were moved off piles on by desk and floor and are waiting to be filed. I bet that might happen in August when the new year begins.

At least the files are arranged in some semblance of order. Another drawer contains stacks of random papers without the hint of organization.

This shot shows my typical arrangement of desks, which are configured so that each student has a partner; I use a lot of “turn to your partner and discuss…” type of strategies. They can easily turn the desks around to enable small groups of four for a more extended small group discussion.

I try to teach the students how to work together.

When the students walk into a new arrangement, they complain; they like stability. I like to mix things up and arrange the desks to suit the lesson.

Arranged for whole class discussion of a short story.

Ah! My desk is neatly arranged. This must have been at the beginning of a day, before clutter and chaos rule. Lately, I haven’t been able to see the desk, even at the start of the day.

Before students bring their teenage enthusiasm into the room

What do evaluations, cactus, and rocks have in common?

Today was my 2nd observation of the year & I can honestly say that I am satisfied. I did the absolutely best that I can, which is a good feeling. For a change, I’m not kicking myself for forgetting this or that. I pulled out every teaching strategy that could possibly fit with the lesson, and my students were 100% engaged the entire period (I was so proud of them).

I had not realized how much I enjoy getting out with my camera and posting my new images until lately when I’ve been too busy with work. Saturday, I went into the city park (no, not a pond with ducks, or trees and grass, but a small mountain with rocks and cactus). I must have been distracted, or maybe I’m a little tired of rocks and am longing for green grass, but I just didn’t connect with my subject (i.e., rock).

The setting sun adds dimension to these saguaro, sentinels of the Arizona desert.

The Arizona state flower is the saguaro cactus flower, but they won’t bloom for a few months. (They seem to like the ridiculously scorching temperatures.) The state tree is the Palo Verde, which is not in bloom yet. In fact, right now it looks like a bunch of green twigs on a smooth green trunk and just does not make a good picture (I tried). This mesquite tree was vibrant from the glow of the setting sun; however, by the time I’d parked and changed lenses, the angle of the sun had changed and the impact was gone.  However, I did capture some of the remaining light on the trunk.

The smooth trunk of a mesquite tree.

The mesquite survives in the desert because of its small leaves that take little water and thrive in the blistering summer sun.

New mesquite leaves

Before Work

A quick post before getting ready for work this morning: I had my pre-observation conference yesterday…my chance to show my evaluator (aka my principal) that I know how to write a lesson plan, that I use data to back up my choice of assessments and activities (I won’t bore you with any more details). The point is this: I worked at least 10 hours on this document and on the lesson that will be observed tomorrow. Hence, I got little sleep over the weekend and nearly fell asleep during 6th period yesterday. I said nearly.

I hit the sack as soon as I got home about 5 PM and gratefully fell asleep. However, my body woke up at 1 AM. I attempted sleep for 2 hours, gave it up at 3 AM, did some work, read some blogs, and read To Kill a Mockingbird because some of my students are reading it.

Now, my body is crying to return to bed and sleep. Alas, I have to take it to work (a 30 minute drive) and force it to be “on” for my students. I’m getting too old for this job.

By the way, for the class to be observed, I’m employing the skills I’ve learned while blogging. I set up a blog, We Read, Think, and Write, for my students to respond to their chosen novels and they will participate in that activity tomorrow (some have already posted their thoughts about the books). In addition, they will use my school website for their in-class and homework assignment.  Ms. Howard’s Freshman Honors English. I hope it works.