Sunday, April 22, 2012
Success and the Other Thing
Thursday, April 19, 2012
"Running" Out of Excuses
Worst Legitimate Note to Get a Kid Out of Running the Mile:
Dear Teachers,
Please excuse my daughter from running today.
She has been running with her mother and uncle a lot lately.
Thank you
Really?!?!
As my teaching partner said, maybe we should excuse her from reading because she's been reading with them too.
How about math? Did she do any of that at home? Probably shouldn't do it at school as well.
So we sent her off to WALK the mile instead.
She wasn't happy.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Life Lessons
I never like to get those phone calls from the office that start with:
"Hello Mrs. Lee. There's a parent in the office right now who would like to speak with you."
It's never good.
I start wracking my brain.
Who did I piss off this time?
Was it something I said? I can't recall anything controversial.
Ha! Like it takes "something controversial" to upset some parents.
Goodness knows what I've done this time.
I'll bet it's related to running the mile later this morning. Grrrrr.
What a way to start my morning...
Luckily, I team teach and we do everything together, including placating upset parents.
We three marched up to the office and found the father of one of our most reliable, best behaved, most athletic boys standing there, arms crossed and furrowed brow.
Well, at least I know it's not about running the mile!
Next to him was his son Tim, eyes red from crying and shame splashed across his face.
Me: Good morning, Mr. Johnson. What can we do for you?
Mr. J: Hello. Tim has something to tell you.
Tim: Ummm Mrs. Lee. Remember that test we took on the rock cycle?
Me: Yup. (Like a month ago.)
Tim: Well, I copied one of my answers off of Jimmy's test. I copied number five.
Me: Oh! Oh, ok. Well, Tim... (Holy cow! This sweet kid has been marinating in this guilt for a month!)
Tim (crying): So I tore up my test and want you to give me a zero. I also will accept any other consequences you think are fair. I should have NEVER done that.
Me: Wow, Ok, Tim, what motivates you to bring this to me now?
Tim: I couldn't take it any longer. I felt so guilty, so I went to my parents and told them about what I did. Really, any other consequences are fine. I deserve whatever you think I should get. I was soooo wrong. And Jimmy had NOTHING to do with it. He's innocent.
Me: Well, Tim, I think the zero is more than enough for a guy who clearly understands his poor choice. Frankly, I'm proud of you. Of course not for looking at someone's paper, but certainly for coming to your parents and your teachers about what you did. It takes real bravery to do this. You are a gentleman with true character.
My teaching partners went on to explain how we all make mistakes, but the real lessons come by admitting them. THAT is where real learning takes place. Childhood is the perfect time to make these mistakes. We really were proud of him, and it was important for him to know that.
Tim learned a far more important lesson from one little bad choice than anything I can teach him about the silly rock cycle or anything else in science for that matter.
The life lessons are the most important lessons we teach.
...and we never have them in our plan books.
Oh, and I only lowered his test grade by 2 points, the value of that question. (Thanks for the suggestion, Ma.)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Start the Day with a Bang
Here's a non-school related story, but humiliating nonetheless.
So I'm walking my dog before work this morning. It's a pretty normal routine for us. My husky and I take a stroll around our condo complex every morning before I leave for work.
We wander around in the dark while she sniffs and pees, and I read the news on my iPhone.
Well, we were stopped at a bush so she could sniff out who had dared to pee on anything in her neighborhood (and I could read about Chloe and Lamar) when all of a sudden her ears perked up.
Still as a statue, her every muscle went tense.
Oh crap. What IS it?
She won't move. She's intently listening to something and won't budge.
Is it a coyote? A mountain lion?!?! Another neighbor recruiting for the condo board?!?!?!?!
Afraid to move because she won't move, I hold my breath and scan into the dark looking for any movement.
And then I hear something.
Faint at first, the sounds drifted to my ears through the darkness.
Yes, they were coming from a nearby open window.
Yes. YES! YEEEESSSSSS!! That oh, oH, OH, OOOOOOOHHHH - pen window!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhh, YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!
No sooner was I awash in shame for overhearing a couple, well, coupling, did my dog decide to join in.
AAAAAAWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
I don't know if you've heard a husky howl before, but it's LOUD (and, evidently, encourages local coyotes to join in.)
And, at times, embarrassing...
Like when your sweaty-for-a-reason neighbors throw back their curtains to see you trying to drag your giant howling husky away from their open window like some sort of Peeping Tom and her canine sidekick.
On the up-side, I don't think they'll want pervs like me on the condo board.
