Who's Telling Your Story?

"If you aren't telling your story, someone else is."

I'm not sure who said it first, but I love this quote. It reminds me the importance of PR in the school and from my classroom. It is so hard to not take things personally and be hurt when a parent says something rotten about your school via social media. As the professional teacher, we most often can't say anything and must wait for it to blow over. Throughout the wait, we think, "If you only knew all of the great things that were going on at school every single day!..."

Well, that's our fault.  That's been my fault. And I'm ready to do more to tell our story.

Parents want more than just a Friday newsletter with the lunch menu and upcoming events now.  Today's young parents are used to having contact or almost 100% access with their kids since birth and then sharing everything they could possibly celebrate through social media. They don't remember a time without cell phones.  They sometimes hit Facebook more than ten times each day.  They tweet and Instagram while standing in the checkout line of the grocery store.  Then, they drop their kiddos off at school, and the alienation begins.

Until recently, I've felt pretty good about myself with class wide communication.  I have two teenagers that have kept me fairly up to date so I'm not the last one to know or try something out.  I maintain a class website with updated information, photos, videos, projects, etc of my students. There are links for my students to use during free choice computer time at school or at their home.  I've used Remind 101 for messaging. I have sent pictures or videos of individual students to parents via text, email, or Drive.  But when it comes to sharing what my students are really doing, studying, questioning, and celebrating in our classroom,  I barely mention it in my Friday newsletter.

Those newsletters used to be precious. I know the parents expected them, took them from their binders, and had them on their refrigerator before bedtime on Friday night. Over the past couple years I found more and more still in the backpacks on Monday morning, Tuesday morning, Wednesday mor..... Yeah, they didn't seem so valued.  I finally got smart and had students just keep them in their binders in see through plastic sleeves for the week, so at least they would know where they are.

According to what I read, sixty percent of adults in America have smart phones. Some studies suggest 96% have access to social media sites, whether it is at home, on a phone, or somewhere else.  Yet, less than half of the schools use anything on-line beyond a school website to promote their school and students. We are missing a great opportunity to show off our kids.  Their kids! And tell some great stories!

I live in a very rural district. Our free/reduced lunch rate is 93%. I teach second grade. You'd think my young students wouldn't be too savvy about smart phones and social media. Think again!

We wrote this wonderful story as a class last Christmas that proves otherwise.

The Year Santa Lost His Smart Phone

   One Christmas Eve, Santa was loading his toys into his sleigh.  He had his smart phone clipped to his black belt.  As Santa sat down, the phone fell into his sack of toys.

   He called the names of his reindeer as he took off to deliver his presents. Suddenly, Santa realized his smart phone was missing.  He checked his belt.  It was not there

   He asked Dasher, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

  “No,” said Dasher.

  “How will I play my games tonight?” asked Santa.

   He asked Dancer, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

  “No,” said Dancer.

  “How will I find the children’s homes without my GPS?” asked Santa.

   He asked Prancer, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

   “No,” said Prancer.

   “How can I call Mrs. Claus and tell her where I am?” asked Santa.

    He asked Vixen, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

   “No, said Vixen.

   “How can I listen to Christmas music, like Jingle Bells tonight?” asked Santa.

   He asked Comet, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

  “No,” said Comet.

  “How can I text the elves and tell them it is okay to rest?” asked Santa.

   He asked Cupid, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

  “No,” said Cupid.

  “How will I know who is on my Naughty and Nice List?” asked Santa.

   He asked Donner, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

  “No,” said Donner.

  “How will I check the weather?” asked Santa.

  

   He asked Blitzen, “Have you seen my smart phone?”

   “No,” said Blitzen.

   “How will I take pictures of all the reindeer and all the places we visit tonight?”

   Santa felt sad.  He did not know where his smart phone was and he did not know what to do.

   Finally, he asked Rudolph,

“Rudolph, with your nose so bright,  Won’t you find my smart phone tonight?”

   Rudolph turned around so Santa could see the sack in the dark. Rudolph’s nose glowed like a flash light.  Inside the bag, behind a Jack in the Box, next to an orange bike and other toys was Santa’s smart phone!

   Santa took his phone out of his toy sack.  “Thank you, Rudolph for using your nose!  You saved Christmas!”

    Santa got on Facebook and posted:

    “Ho! Ho! Ho! Rudolph found my smart phone!  Merry Christmas!”

 I've finally created a class Twitter account.  I look forward to sharing the news with my students when we return to class after break.  We will be excited to share "stories" with our families and other classrooms as we connect.

Who's telling your story?

Majority Doesn't Necessarily Rule

We have consensus groups in my classroom. I love them. More today than ever....

1) Students do a short review assignment on their own. No help from me or classmates. 
2) Next, I form groups of two or three. They must reach consensus on answers. I witness lots of automatic peer teaching, communication, and critical thinking. 
3) We summarize and orally evaluate how we did as groups and with the assignment. 

Today we had an interesting second grade situation where one group of three all had wrong answers to begin with, but after discussion reached consensus with the correct answer.  I loved it! 

But then something even more amazing happened.... One group shared how their group of three had two people with the wrong answer and one with the right answer at first, but all ended up with the correct answer. They took the time to listen even though in "seven year old world" majority rules. 

I was in awe at the conclusion that came from our discussion...something much more important than math... "Just because more people think it's right, doesn't mean it is. Sometimes people just need to listen."

     

Life on a Chair

My life can now be summed up in a chair.

It sounds strange, but the main events, my core beliefs, and advice I'd want to leave behind to my children and students are now on a wooden chair. This has been one of my summer projects.  Take a look:

The chair is covered with encouraging and
inspirational words and phrases like:
Be yourself, Create, Explore, Laugh, Play,
Appreciate, Imagine, Choose Joy,
Inspire, Ask Questions, and many more.

"Everyone has a story to share...and deserves a happy ending."

"You have the power to say that this is not
how the story will end."

Each circle represents a school that I attended or have taught in
from my kindergarten year in 1975 until the present.  Whew! There
is only one rung in the chair left, so I guess I won't be
changing schools much more. :)

The back of the chair includes things a bit more
personal. Here you can see the birth dates of my children, other
significant dates, and my Etch-a-Sketch.  

I have a sunset with five clouds. These represent the five
students I've had in class over the years that have died. 

"The greatest of these is Love"

I love this. It was inspired by having to paint and repaint and
REPAINT a big goof on another part of the chair.

I love playing Scrabble! 

I'll use it as an Author's Chair or for our Show Time (a fun story telling time) in my classroom. It will surely be a conversation piece at times that may lead to deep discussions about things that are truly important.

I had another one I used for about ten years.  It was similar in style and design but it didn't have any words on it.  My daughter and her friend helped me paint it when she was in first grade.  After having to glue it back together for about a year, I retired it to storage. I'm hoping that all the coats of polyurethane on this one will help it last until I am the one that gets to be retired. :)

A Lesson from the Etch-a-Sketch

   Years ago, I was sick and spent a couple weeks in a hospital. When the little cart came by with magazines and books to borrow, I was drawn to the Etch-a-Sketch on the bottom shelf and asked if I could borrow that instead. I hadn't picked up one since childhood, but I spent many, many hours over the next few days getting the hang of it again and finding an artistic challenge within that red box.

   I found I got an immense amount of satisfaction out of making those baby steps go up and then back down. Once I figured out the up/down and left/right with the knobs, I automatically started trying harder things, like circles and my name in cursive. I had to stop to smile, giggle a bit, then grunt in frustration, and stop to shake the crazy thing a bunch of times along the way.  But I was one of the weird people that stuck with it. Within days, the shapes became realistic pictures. I'd sit back and stare for a moment, find every flaw and place I should have improved it, but I eventually became brave enough to share. I soon had nurses and other patients looking over my shoulder offering advice :) and asking what was my next one going to be like.

   Over the next couple years, I tried to go from simple to more complex drawings and illustrations. I studied the artwork of Etch's great George Vlosich III and others to gain hints to the craft.  I improved and sold a few. I donated a couple in charity auctions. I gave many away to friends and one year every student in my class got one if they just brought an Etch-a-Sketch in with a picture they wanted on it.  I found myself very busy on weekends doing sketches of their pet dogs, school mascots, and even Hannah Montana. I don't get the toy out much any more unless it's for some overdue relaxation or a special gift. I always have one close by, though.

   Some days, as I work and dream of the future of my school and community,  I feel like I'm back to those first sketching days again.  I'm taking my baby steps and figuring out which directions to go. I see that the path isn't going where I think it should and I have to stop, shake it and start all over again. Then there are times when the picture becomes a bit clearer, and I keep going. Something exciting develops. I sit back, evaluate, and sometimes become brave enough to share a bit of the vision with those close to me.

   I find it incredibly exciting when they want to know what is coming next and they want to help describe what the final picture may look like.

Breaking the Paper Clip Mold

For years I think I've had it all wrong.

I'm always looking for a better paper clip.  When it comes to ideas to help the students in my classroom and school, I'm in constant search of ways to make things better.  My philosophy, like so many in education, has been to take a look at what "successful schools and teachers" are doing, then tweak it to make it work for my students and school. How can I make their ideas, projects, or programs work here?  I love what I see in their book, on the screen and at the conference and want to try it myself.

That doesn't sound bad, now does it?  Isn't that one thing good teachers do?

Sure it is.  But I'm finding it is backward thinking for me.  It's a bit like clothes shopping without knowing what  your are shopping for and then buying something without trying it on first.  I need to know what I'm needing.  And just because it looks great on the mannequin, doesn't mean that is the way it will fit on you, too.

I spend much of my time away from school still thinking about school.  I find myself watching tv with my phone or laptop scrolling through education articles, educational ideas on Pinterest, Twitter posts from my favorite educational leaders, or reading blogs.  All of these are fine and  I don't plan on changing that, but my paradigm must change.  I am realizing that the journey to our success isn't going to be found "out there" in need to be found and purchased.  It's here, right now, within the creative teachers, staff and community volunteers we have.  We are the ones that know our students and community.  We know their needs.  We only need to be given the permission to try new things.

I know this is a big challenge for our school culture, structure, and perhaps a nightmare for leadership. It would be balancing what works with what could be, and designing something all your own.  But perhaps, we will find ourselves at the metaphorical customer service exchange line a little less often returning something we didn't really need or didn't fit but bought into just because it looked cool. I think it's time for me to break away from the paper clip mold.

Great Things Happen Here!

My father died 7 years ago. He was a teacher and coach most of his adult life. He taught many years at the same school where I now teach.

Last night was a special night as my father was inducted into the Humansville High School Hall of Fame. My mother accepted his award. 

Great people come from this small town. They grow up and do amazing things. The stories of lives lived of the other four on this stage blew me away. It made me even prouder that my dad, six years after his death, was recognized among them. 

Humansville folks... be proud of where you come from. You have a unique and powerful history. You have displayed strength over and over throughout your 140 year history. Great people surround you and things are happening daily. They are not often recognized. But your kids are watching. And they believe the best is yet to come.

Advice for College...From 2nd Graders (And Future College Students!)

We were blessed to have an amazing high school student help us in our classroom this year.  She came only one hour each day but made a huge impact on the students in my room.  I watched their eyes light up as she entered the room. I swear she had a way of saying hello to each and everyone of  them with eye contact alone.  The children begged to work in her small groups each day.  They told her stories and shared their work.  She knew how to celebrate their little successes.
They listened closely when she talked about her plans after graduation. College. Moving away. A new job.
Watching her dream made us all dream a little more.
And about things many hadn't before.

We had a graduation party for her.  We made a few silly gifts and bought a cake.

We also made her this video and turned it into a book for her.
http://animoto.com/play/rJK3oLLtx1dqvClIwTYIQw



Advice for college...She doesn't need to hear it.  She will do amazing.
But perhaps it will help to know she has a couple dozen second graders that will be watching her and cheering her on as her dreams come true.