Updates from English 10-A: Dec and Jan

1 02 2010

12/4 –Student:  “Yo that party last nite was popin, girls was going easy.”
Me:  “Wrong, sir.”

12/7 – Female student: “I couldn’t enjoy the snow last year because I was in jail.”

12/7   Student farts on another student (full bend) in the back of the room as we are waiting for the bell.  Couldn’t stop the kids from leaving before the bell.  Lunch Detention for the young man, and a phone call.  What a phone call.

12/8 – Female student spills coke all over student’s work when she opens it and it fizzes everywhere.  The day after she spills McDonalds pancake syrup on my back table.  Thinking of making a no food rule.

12/10 – My room is trashed by first period on their way out when I mistakenly let them have 15 minutes to do their homework at the end of the period.

12/11  – Went to a student’s house to deliver all of his work before christmas break.  He comes back into the room the next two days, doesn’t have any of it.  Asks me for another.  I say no.  He says you never gave me one.  I glared.   He says when?  You know when.  He says Oh like I was paying attention.  Sir, I care as much about your work as you do.  I excused him from class.

It’s obvious I don’t have patience for that.  Should I, or should I let him drop out?  I might not understand the full situation sometimes, but in that one I do.   Should we have teachers that care about kids even when they don’t deserve it?    If a kid is abusing my hard work for them, I tend to lose all respect for them.

12/11  – Learning to teach like my hair was on fire.

12/11  – Vocab Exercise.  Kids draw an example of “Piety.”  Then what Piety is not.  Kid draws: “If I asked someone to pull my finger at a funeral.”

12/11 – Need a basketball goal for all the paper balls that miss our trash can.

12/14 – “This is a hot mess” teacher says referring to teacher drama.

12?15  – “This nigga’s always got something to say” a kid says.  I say, “Sir, do you realize what you just called me?”

12/16  “Were going to beat the honey buns out of you” – kid writes in creative assignment.

12/17  “What in the sam hill are you talking about?” – kid on his exam.

12/18   Parent student conference where student slumps over in his seat like a dead fish the entire 20 minute meeting.  Doesn’t say a word except “I ain’t running no damn track.”

1/20 – “You read so you can’t get baked if you don’t know a word.”  – student in his journal

1/21 – Finally major success.  4-5 period was flawless.  First period black was also good too thanks to the added priveleges of using ipods after ten more good classes and the potential to pick their own seats.  Still working on the perfect storm: orange first period.

1/26 – Three wasps and a stink bug.  Wasp count up to 23, but kids flip out at the stink bug crawling across the rug.  I do bear grylls impression “Did you know this is the third most venomous insect in the world?” “Really?” ” No!”  Also, admin were doing a walkthrough at the perfect time, while the wasps were still out.  You can be sure that I was given a fly swatter and a call to the exterminator by the end of the day!

1/28 –  Read an essaywith the kids on hard work, and how if you start to love something you start to do the hard things.  Kids responding well to it.  On kid says:  “oil wells go deep.  It’s like someone has deep thoughts and a deep heart and a lot of good in them.”  Even our usual suspects were clued into the poem and volunteered to read with sincerity.   Things starting to turn around?

1/29  – I write up the symbol for “diamonds at the meeting of my thighs” on the board as “power / sex.”  Then student from the back of the room says:  “Hmmm.  Power sex.”  I lose it.





Grand Canyon 2010

30 01 2010

Characters (9)
Harrison Jones
Davis Driver Jr- trip leader / organizer
Davis Driver Sr – papa bear / trip chef
Cooper Swift – outdoorsman, first time raft guide
Wes Andrews – UVA 3rd year
Andrew Shaw – UVA 3rd year
Andrew Johnson – tentmate, 3rd year law student
Wray – professional raft guide from Noah’s Ark, CO
Jeremy – professional raft guide from Noah’s Ark, CO

People we met (2)
The Gong-Guy – solo rafting the canyon with a gong strapped to the back of his boat
The crazy asian – hiking down the edge of the canyon in a foot of snow with slip-on vans

Expedition
Day Zero: Charlottesville to Richmond to Atlanta to Phoenix
Day One: Scottsdale to Ceiba Co. in Flagstaff to Lee’s Ferry, AZ near UT border
Day Two: First day on Colorado River, Lee’s Ferry to Soap Creek (Marble Canyon)
Day Three: Ravine Hike, Soap Creek to Roaring Twenties Campsite (boats beached on sand)
Day Four: Through the Roaring Twenties to Redwall Cavern – missed campsite – boating til dark, camped past Nautiloid
Day Five:  Only one rapid, Anasazi Bridge, 2 mile ravine sidehike, Float-zilla, Nankoweep Valley, Shaw bloody nose
Day Six: Layover day in Nankoweep, bible study, jog, bathe in river, hike to Anasazi Pueblo Granaries, campfire stories
Day Seven: River again, trail mix victory, Little Colorado River (LCR), exit Marble Canyon, enter Inner Gorge, near flip on Class 2
Day Eight: Layover day in Rattlesnake, 5 mile spillway hike to Tabernacle, bouldering, rockslides, reading “Return from Tomorrow”
Day Nine: Rattlesnake to Zoraster, heavy “gnar” in Nevill’s, Hance, Sockdolager, Grapevine and Zoraster rapids, met Gong-guy
Day Ten:  Ferry across to Phantom Ranch, 5,000 foot ascent out of the canyon in a foot of snow, drive to phoenix, red eye flight to Richmond

(First Day on River by noon, entering Marble Canyon, dry suits, oar boats)

Stories

(Jeremy at the Anasazi Pueblo Granaries)

  • Bathroom trips in the middle of the night in the middle of the desert in the middle of 15 degrees.  Cold.
  • Not seeing the sunlight for hours because you are too far down in the narrows of the canyon for sunlight to reach.  Cold.
  • Turning over the inflatable kayak in a class four rapid.  Cold.
  • Watching Shaw get sucked out of his kayak and spun through the spin cycle of a hydraulic.  He’s under for 45 seconds while his kayak drifts away.  Then we see him and his helmet emerge 15 feet downstream of the hole.  He has a bloody nose and is laughing like an idiot.  We can’t help but laugh.  Cold.
  • Merging all three rafts together to form the float-zilla.  Miller high lifes.  Cold.
  • Taking a river bath in the sunlight of Nankoweep valley.  45 degree water.  Cold.

(Nankoweep Valley, our day six layover)

  • Swimming down the Little Colorado River rapids in our inflated dry suits.  Warm actually.
  • Flipping Andrew out of the boat when I t-bone a huge hydraulic wave not even on the map.  Told it was safe but our raft went near vertical.  I was steering.  Oops.
  • Exploring Red Wall Cavern (can hold 5000 people).
  • Oatmeal Patrol at 6 am.
  • Watching Cooper pop the oar out of joint just as we are entering a class seven.  We spin backwards while he’s trying to fix it.  He has his eyes on the oar, trying to lock it back in place, while all Wes and I can see is a monster reflecting wave that could have tossed a minivan around inside of it.  We miss it to the left, somehow.
  • Dinners of steak, lasagna, burritos, fajitas, jambalaya, and other heavy starch camp foods.
  • Seeing the milky way every night.
  • Meeting Chris the gong guy.
  • Hiking out of the canyon, 5000 ft up Bright Angel Trail, in a foot of snow for the last 1500 ft.

Reflections

  • Just like people say about warfare, I realized on the trip that intelligence, cunning and wisdom will always prevail over brute strength, brawn and power.  If you study and use your mind before you go into battle, you can conquer anything, even some of the biggest rapids on earth.
  • Imperatives.  I am not very good at giving people commands because naturally I would rather connect to somebody and have them accept me than to appear arrogant and tell them what to do.  But when people become familiar enough around each other that they don’t take it personal, telling the truth or giving orders for someone’s own safety is sometimes needed.  Examples:  Wray telling me to get down out of the Indian ruin I didn’t know I was standing in.
  • Singing your faith.  Wray sang spiritual songs every day of the trip, and it challenged me to unleash my faith to a level he unleashes his.
  • Story telling.  You have to carve out the space and make your self-expression known before the platform to tell a good story really becomes yours.  To tell a good story, you need something given back from your audience first.
  • People’s brains usually dwell in two types of modes, and I often find myself switching back and forth:  Action Mode vs. Reflection Mode.  This is something akin to extroversion vs. introspection, but since I have spent a large majority of my life over-analyzing and reflecting but not always acting, packing up boats everyday and hitting massive water was great practice getting out of my mind.  I also need to express myself to others on a daily basis to stay healthy.
  • People need community.  Without a team, we cannot reach our full potential of strength.  “One man is no man.”
  • Technology.  Being away from computers, phones and tvs, you can get down to the meat of life: personalities, values, goals, who we are.
  • Brotherhood.  We are awkward with others when we first meet them because there is judgment and we are not known.  We need to be known – and God helps me know others and expose myself to be known – and when we are known and accepted, brotherhood occurs.  Hiking out 5000 feet with four men who are unlike me and from all different parts of the country, we were brothers that day.  We knew each other, our preferences, our speed, our abilities, our humor, and we hiked out together.  We lived it.  And when we drove to Phoenix through the rock lands of Arizona in a foot of snow that last night, we rocked to classic rock harder than I can ever remember rocking.
  • Goodbyes are terrible, but I am better at them than I used to be.  Life is a long list of goodbyes.




Stories from November

2 12 2009

11/1  – Gave kids a writing prompt about some photos, one of which was Arlington cemetery.  Most students came up with titles like “visiting my grandparents,” “sad times,” “dead”, etc.  One young woman came up with the title  “The Amazing Graveyard” – I said “yeah, the kind of place you want to throw a birthday party.”  The class falls apart laughing.

11/5 – One student finished work module in resource room – ordered Chinese with teachers – ate full Chinese take out – goes to school lunch – two slices of pizza – then another kid doesn’t want his – she eats his – then comes into my room to ask me about my jar of peanut butter.

11/10   Career day.  Talking about plumbing as a career for students –cost 100 dollars an hour to hire a plumber.  Young woman says:  “That’s why it’s great to live in government housing.  FREE MAINTENANCE!”

11/10  Wasp count:  17.  Thinking about buying a helmet and a cape to wear when I kill them.

11/8 – Suspension Revenge.  We had a lockdown in the room due to drug dog testing around the school.  Lights off, stop work, kids moved away from door. I tried to teach but one student who we have suspended three times was refusing everything we asked him to do.   Began to cuss us out for demanding his behavior.  Security button to intercom the office for an escort.   Office could not escort him out due to the drill.  They told us to do the best we could and contain him.  He grins.  Luckily he was happy to sit on the couch and wait to be suspended again.

11/11 – an absolutely awful 1st period class.  Again.   It took us 35 minutes to get them to be quiet and read six pages.  I had to put 7 of them on the board for talking then sent one to the office before kids began to read.  She said,  “Don’t you dare put my name on that goddam board.”  Learned that a hard rule only incites more rebellion.

11/12  – “why school” assignment.  We went back to the very beginning: why are we in school, why do governments create schools, shouldn’t people be happy to receive an education, should you keep any kid in school who doesn’t want to be there, what does that mean for this class?

11/14 – Thinking that one day I will regret that I was in a room everyday with so many students that needed so much spiritual help but that I couldn’t give it to them.  I am so close to the need, but in the wrong environment to help it.

11/16-  physically seeing the achievement gap in grading these papers.  Not necessarily a white and black problem, mostly a social class thing.  Those students not from solid families, their education suffers because there is no support at home and they can only worry about what it takes to survive.  It takes toughness, popularity, looks etc. and that’s what they are really learning in school.   Education doesn’t seem to matter.  This is the crux behind the achievement gap.  Only when we take care of their Maslow social needs can they begin to have a mind ready to learn and a heart willing to.

11/17  – Student writes us and says how much it would mean to him if we came to his Christmas pageant.  He’s going to be a shepherd.

11/18  “If a nigga gotta fart, a nigga gotta fart.”  Response from boy after I said “are you kidding me” after he farted in front of old ladies.  Leans over again, right in front of me,  lets it rip.  “Here I warmed it up for you.”

11/30  “Mr. Jones why did you have to pick such a long boring book?”  “No one wants to read this.”

11/30  We ran out of time today guys. “Well that’s your fault Mr. Jones”

11/30  – So tired of 10 out of 93 kids bringing in their homework.

12/1  – “She’s sexy.” ” yeah she’s good looking.” “Tell her.”  “Hey, you’re looking sexy today.”  Male student to new student in class.  I say “are you kidding me?”  and male student replies “Oh my bad.  Is that wrong to say?  It’s just a compliment.”

12/2  “That kid’s got more problems than a mathbook.”





Funny Essays

10 11 2009

“I sort of agree that money can buy happiness.  If you have bills or payments due, that’s why you got money by your side.  Another reason is if you depressed that’s why you have money to buy you something to eat.  Money is useful in some ways.  I mean for a regular dood like me, shiiiiit, I can shure as hell use some money right about now.”

 

 

“Over the weekend, I was at my cousin’s house and we had females over there.  Me, my cousins and the ladies chilled and partied in the basement.  Later that night it was on.  Me and my cousin “got it in” with the ladies.  For some reason, shawty wouldn’t leave me alone.”





Test Scores: Down

4 11 2009

I doubt my students got dumber, and the tests did not get too much harder.  Somehow, my test scores took a turn for the worse, though, and basically are in a tailspin.  This will call for a mobilization.

If you would like to help these kids in any way, contact me or keep your ears open for ideas that I am running.  Test scores aren’t everything in life, but many students are not developing the skills they need to read at a tenth grade level.  You can help.

The sad thing is, though, that this problem is in every city in the country but we rarely hear about it or are invited to help.

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More Stories

21 10 2009

I should be planning lessons now.  I should be sending my administrator my data on my problem students.  I should be writing referrals for undisciplined young ladies who don’t come to my lunch detentions because they think they can get away with what they want because no one has showed them how to respect adults.  I should be doing this and that, but  my day is too long without substantial time for myself.  I am running out of time for myself.  When I get home at nine most nights and look at the clock on the stove, I say to myself: only two hours to cook, eat, read a book or watch the yankees, then sleep again.  Two hours to yourself a day is not enough.  So I am doing this:

More stories from A 215:

  • Teacher:  “how is the group project going?”  Young lady:  “So I told my mom, your hair looks fine as it is.”  Teacher:  “Oh.  Does your mother have her hair in a weave?” Young lady: “My mother’s hair is NOT a weave!”
  • Fight in the breakfast line.  Student knocked out cold.  Fifteen students came to my classroom filled with ADHD but no food.  They were about to revolt.  I turned off the lights and made them read by lamplight to quiet music for 10 minutes.
  • I went to send for some pop-tarts.  I generously give pop-tarts to students who are working.  Most don’t recognize they do not have a right to a pop-tart.  One student does no work, demands a pop tart.  I don’t give it to him.  He stands up and leaves.  Another student: “My boy just straight up bounced.  Now there’s a man who takes his breakfast to heart.”
  • “It is tuesday morning and I am tired.  I am tired of teaching books to children who should be learning home-training instead.”
  • Young 10th grade woman:  “I have to doo doo real bad.  Real bad!”
  • “She’s got more issues than a magazine.”
  • “It’s like the young woman pulled a pin out of a grenade.”
  • Young man to me: “I’m about to pop your chicken, cuz.”
  • Young woman:  “Mr. Jones, let me borrow your pen.  I need to pop this.”  “Pop what?”  Young woman: “This thing on my face.”
  • Teacher:  “Ma’am what seems to be the problem today?”  “My problem is you.  I don’t like you and I don’t like your class.”
  • Young black woman: “I hate black people.  Love me some Caucasians.”
  • Teacher: “How do you think that made me feel?” Young woman: “I don’t care about people’s feelings, I don’t care about anybody in this world.”




Student Fables

11 10 2009

I had my students write these fables for our creative projects.  They spent three weeks on it.  The point was that the fables should have a moral of modern street-smarts at the end of it.

Here’s is what one of my male students came up with:

Your Parents Are Not Always Right

“About 20 years ago there was this guy named Joe.  He was an exceptionally good looking guy, good at sports and highly intelligent.  One bad thing about him was he was not good with the ladies.  He tried everything to find a way to talk to this girl he had a crush on since pre-school but nothing worked.  So he asked his mom for advice and she said bump into the girl and try to get her to talk to you.  So the next day he did and instead of her responding positively like he hoped she would, she punched him in the neck.  This goes to show you that parents are not always right.”

Another boy:
Humphry and Elroy

Once upon a time there were two brothers Humprhy and Elroy. Humphry was a very mean little brother he always borrowed money from Elroy without paying back and he would also play tricks on poor Elroy. One day Humphry got into some trouble. Him and his friends were tricking people in the court yard of the castle out of there money with card tricks and the king was riding by and saw what he was doing. So they were about to cut Humphry head off in the guilateen when Elroy screamed noooooooo and told the king that he would give anything if he let his brother go the king.So the king smiled an said anything and Elroy said yes. So the King said your farm or nothing. Elroy said but my farm is all I have the king said the farm or noothiing ,so Elroy gave up his farm. Humphry was set free and when they got home Humphry tried to tell Elroy thank you but Elroy just sighed and told Humphry just don’t talk to me and Humphry said “well f#%& you too then” and walked outside. As soon as he walked outside he was ran over by a horse drawn cairrage.





Mission: Test Scores

4 10 2009

One thing that I enjoy about inner-city teaching is the sense of mission.  There is mission in the sense that these children need adult mentors to look up to.  There is mission in the fact that many do not have positive home lives where they are encouraged to reach their full potential.  There is even mission in the academics, where we can talk about real life issues like one-parent homes, street smarts and giving people second chances.  However, since there is mission in the academics, that means that there is also mission in the test scores.

I will spare you the details: alot of teachers argue over the “No Child Left Behind” bill because it makes teaching all about test scores.  There are teachers out there who teach only to the test because, in the end, that is how both their students and they are assessed.  Kids pass the test, state board is happy, admin is happy, you keep your job, you’re happy.

This is not education.  It is filling a bucket.  I won’t ever do that.  However, test scores make or break my classroom.  So my mission this year is to find a way to improve these students’ scores on the bubble tests (general reading comprehension, analysis, higher level thinking) without compromising my beliefs.

I have about 30 students out of 95 that are failing the bubble tests everytime, and averaging everyone together, my classes are not hitting the benchmark.  I have the toughest of the tough in the 10th grade: majorly at risk and a few years behind.  To catch them up to speed will take all year.  This is a mission that I could possibly fail, but without the risk of failure, there isn’t any sense of mission at all.  I signed up for a risky mission, and I have one.

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If any friends ever want to come to help tutor my kids, just let me know.  I will make sure you get community service points, maybe even a write-off on taxes.





Losing mind, keeping perspective

29 09 2009

I don’t have the time to make this one long, but I wanted to record a piece of my consciousness during its most hornet-nest state while I am here.  There are some days, once the kids have filed out to sports and I close my door, that I actually think I am losing my mind.  There are so many events during the day that push me to the edge of my control, and the biggest advice I have received during all of it is to keep your cool no matter what.  Thick skin, the refusal to let things actually bother you and change your mood, is essential as a teacher they say.  What many students naturally want is to rip the teacher to shreds, and when they eat at you until you crack, they could not be more pleased.  None of them are conscious of this desire of theirs, but when the opportunity arrives they always take it.  That’s why even among the worst of situations (having students stand up and defy me to my face, say I’m not coming to your lunch detention, I’m not doing your F’ing do now), somehow I have to learn to see above it all and keep my cool.

These kids are desperate for power and control of their world so that they can have some peace about chaos.  To some extent, so am I.  When the kids win at being off task so that I can not get them back into the learning mode, I feel that I have failed.  I am not a teacher at these moments, but some man who cannot control a group of sixteen year olds.  I fight a power battle with these students every day.  Sometimes I win, sometimes they win.

What I am trying to remember is to keep perspective:  when the weekend is over, it almost always feels like a blank slate.  Despite who won last week, they have forgotten about it.  Their cares change with the wind, and every week is a new chance to win them on my team.  My current philosophy reads that as long as I keep things positive and show them that they deserve attention, just because they are human, that I will win this war in the long run.  Some of them will never be mature enough to understand how much their teachers work for them, but some of them might.  I plan to win the war by earning their respect instead of only demanding it.





Inner City Stories

20 09 2009

I thought I learned alot last year about how to be a teacher, but I am pretty sure that working with at risk students who have not been taught how to behave by parents and who don’t trust anyone for that matter could be the most difficult thing I have ever done in my twenty four years of life.  Here are some stories:

  • A girl has asked me if she can leave class to unhook her bra
  • A guy has undone his belt and readjusted his underwear in the back of the classroom while everyone was watching
  • A number of students, when I have confronted them about poor behavior, have stood ninety degrees to me without making eye contact and have asked me “ok, are you done now?”
  • I’ve received a few notes reading “Just to let you know, be careful next time you get smart with me, you might not like it.”
  • A girl nearly cussed me up and down for removing her from class for refusing to work with “young male teachers.”
  • A handgun was found at school
  • A girl gave a blowjob in front of a crowd of ten people in the courtyard at lunch
  • A student from my morning class barged into my afternoon class, walked right up to the front chair, sat down, and demanded that I sign his form to change classes – wouldn’t leave when I told him he was hopelessly rude.
  • A student wrote a summer reading project about a book called “G-spot.”
  • A student refused to come into class because she had just purchased a popsicle and demanded ten minutes to eat it
  • A 24 pack of water outside my door – stolen
  • My digital camera – misplaced — FOUND!
  • My ipod – used for a lesson, placed on the back shelf near my stereo, five feet away from desks – stolen.
  • Student throws my lunch detention note in the trash then runs away from class twenty minutes early – school officers chase him down
  • sometimes 4/24 students turn in homework
  • student cries because she has to change classes
  • loss of control in class when supposed to be taking test because students love getting under my skin
  • Teacher: “why were you late?” Girl:  “because I was taking a shit”
  • Teacher: “what’s one thing about you that makes you unique?”  Girl: “I enjoy being evil.”  “You mean like being mean to people?”  “I love to give people a hard time when they don’t deserve it.”
  • Student: “I have never apologized to anyone before in my life.”

There’s just too much to say right now.