Only one day off this time!

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Ho hum, promise not to be late from now on. I was in Saskatoon, and I figured I’d wait the 24 hours until I could access my own computer again to continue Miss Levine’s adventures (poor girl).

I’m assuming that a lot of my readers are American. Folks, I have to tell you something: getting into your country is NO FUN WHATSOEVER. Good Lord. I mean, I understand the increased security measures, I really do. I even approve of them to a certain degree, since apparently there are a lot of lunatics out there. But going through US customs is about as much fun as having your fingernails ripped out.

And it’s not just the security itself: it’s the way it’s handled. In Vegas, standing in line, I was reading the security “pledge” to provide people with courteous service, and I almost laughed. Of the approximately twenty three security people I came into contact with in US customs and Vegas Airport security, one smiled. Period. ONE. The others were all brisk to the point of rudeness, confiscating things like toothpaste tubes that exceed 100 mL without bothering to explain why unless asked. Seriously: they just walked off with them and then shoved your bag at you. Apparently you can’t have any liquids, of which toothpaste is I guess one, over 100 mL. OK, fine. I fully realize that the security personnel are in no way responsible for airline policies, take a lot of crap, and are just doing their jobs. But would it kill you to exercise a little common courtesy?

I’ve stayed in American hotels, flown on American airlines, and eaten in American restaurants, and almost always had friendly, cheerful staff. This phenomenon seems to be limited to airline and customs security. Is it because they feel the need to maintain authority, which they think they can accomplish through rudeness? I don’t know. It was just a WEIRD experience, that’s all. Enlighten me if you can!

Late but not Forgotten

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I’m never late, so cut me some slack :) Actually, I was in Vegas — and that gives me some food for thought.

No, not thoughts about Vegas, as you might think. Thoughts about travel and courtesy.

As a third grade teacher, I am constantly telling my students that rules might seem like teachers trying to ruin their fun but are actually for their safety. Sure, it’s fun to run around barefoot in the schoolyard, or copy someone else’s homework instead of learning for yourself, or charge madly through the door in a bizarre survival of the fittest stampede wherein anyone smaller or younger gets trampled, but we don’t let you do it because someone’s gonna get hurt!

Someone should explain the same thing to adult travelers. When an airplane is delayed due to mechanical reasons, it isn’t because the airline’s having a bit of fun at your expense. I don’t like being delayed either, and I went through a lot of delays yesterday. The reasons, though, were as follows:

1. An improperly sealed emergency exit on a plane. Know what? I’ll gladly wait for that to get fixed rather than taking off with the possibility of it flying open.

2. A maintenance shift change. Annoying, to be sure, but not the airline’s fault.

3. A half hour wait for the same maintenance people to fill in a piece of paper. At this point, you’re justified in being pretty irritated with maintenance, but not the flight crew.

4. A suitcase checked on board belonging to a passenger who didn’t show up. In this day and age, I really don’t want to fly with anyone’s luggage if its owner saw fit not to be there for some reason!

Why do I bring this up? Because of one or two geniuses who stood there shouting at the flight crew, security personnel, and anybody else who would listen over these delays. I just wanted to slap them. Leave the poor people alone and let them do their jobs!

Honestly.

Cheers!

OK, that’s it

Folks, there are no nude photos of Caryn Peterson on this site, okay? I just thought I’d save you all the trouble as I see a large number of people being directed here from that search. Apparently Caryn Peterson is in that sci-fi movie that just came out. I usually like sci-fi, but as near as I can tell from the previews, this one involves a lot of grainy shots and girls in bikinis in spite of the fact that it seems to take place in a grisly destroyed city. Ugh.

More on Math

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Miss Levine is braver than me.

I’m still thinking about math. Some of you might recall that I wrote a post about the whole “new math” business about a month ago ( ah, here it is. Apparently not so much a month ago as four or five months ago). But still, math is back on my mind.

We did report cards in school recently, and pretty much every single one of my students fell well below the mark on problem solving — even the ones with excellent math skills. It made me wonder: does testing a student’s reading comprehension REALLY give us an accurate idea of whether they know how to solve problems? When we write the Provincial Achievement Tests, a student who might ace the darn thing if I read it to them could fail because the reading knocks them for a loop. I’ve seen so many kids look at that sheet, with all its words, and just shut down.

Now don’t get me wrong: reading’s important. Heck, I’m a writer; of course I think they’d better learn to read! And I use a lot of four blocks in my classroom, integrating reading into my other subjects. But math is DIFFERENT. Even on a social test, I don’t penalize kids because they can’t read the question. We do a lot of reading in day-to-day social, yes. But when kids ask “Does spelling count?” I always tell them the same thing: “As long as I can figure out what you’re trying to say. If you spell tomorrow with a Q or something, then it counts.”

Why? Because this isn’t a spelling test. If I want to give them a test on whether they can spell the names of the continents, I’ll do that. But spelling doesn’t appear in our curriculum guide (for social). Knowing where the darn things are, and what they’re called, does. So why on earth would I penalize a kid’s social mark if they know both those things but can’t spell the names properly?

Math is the same. If the kid can’t read well, we say, “Oh, he’s terrible at problem solving.” Doesn’t anyone at the government ever wonder what would happen if you sat down and READ the problems to them? Or if you stopped trying to trick them and actually let them show you what they knew? (Answer: NO, because they aren’t concerned with student success, they’re concerned with numbers. Case in point: two years ago, too many students were succeeding on the timed number facts section of the exam, so they changed it, moving from 30 questions in two minutes to 35. If 30 is grade level, why move to 35? The only possible explanation is so kids wouldn’t get such high marks. Obviously, then, the test is NOT designed to demonstrate whether students are at grade level — despite what the government may say).

This is my annual rant on standardized testing, I guess. But you know what? I can live with standardized math and reading comp tests. It’s the story writing that really ticks me off. I mean, come on. How can you STANDARDIZE concepts like creativity? Which, incidentally, they try to do — it’s on the scoring rubric. Ask the dozens of world famous authors who were rejected hundreds of times before achieving publication: writing is subjective. Trying to include it on a standardized test is nothing short of ludicrous.

Well, now I’ve worked myself into a state. But I know I’m not alone. Most teachers despise standardized testing. So the question becomes: who comes up with this garbage, and WHY is it still around?

Of Carnivals

March 8 2008

Another comic for you to look at, and a timely one at that! ‘Nuff said.

I’ve just finished watching the first season of Carnivale.  I can’t say I like it. I can’t say I dislike it, either. It has a strange hold on me: I find it fascinating, but kind of like a train wreck. It’s very dirty and gritty (literally — you can almost feel the dirt billowing off the screen) with lots of full frontals I could do without. At the same time, it’s strangely compelling. I know, I’m not doing much of a job to recommend either for it or against it. I would simply say watch it for yourself. I’m hooked — I’m going to get the second season — but I’m still not sure I even enjoy the darn show.
Weird, huh?

I’m working on a pile of writing, some new comic strips, dance rehearsals (two shows coming up), and, oh yes, that little thing called a job. Yikes.

With that in mind, I’ m sure you won’t take it personally if I bow out early!

Cheers!

Teaching.

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Don’t tell me my rabbits misbehave. It’s old territory!

I’ve said before that when you blog anonymously, you have a lot more freedom in what you can say. Choosing to blog under your own name severely limits what you can say, especially when you’re bound by certain terms of professionalism (as I am). Suffice to say, I’ve had a long week culminating in the removal of a student from my classroom, and the week has renewed many of my objections to the teaching profession.

Teaching can be a very rewarding career, but it can also be incredibly frustrating. A lot of the time, you feel like you work without ever seeing results. That isn’t what people normally think about teaching: they assume you get a daily rush of joy as you see your little ones learn new things. And don’t get me wrong, it is kind of neat. We had a math test on multiplication, and a couple of my kids were humming “row row row your boat” under their breaths because I taught them a song to remember the three times tables by to that tune (3, 6, 9, and 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, 27, that’s how we count by 3s!).

But teaching also involves dealing with a great deal of politics, public relations, emotional and psychological disorders, learning and behavioral disorders, child trauma, and other things that don’t make it into the public eye. I’ve had students who were being abused or neglected at home, who have suffered unbelievable tragedies in their short lives. My teaching partner and I once sat down and worked out how much time we spent with these kids each week, and we determined that in most cases, during the school year we probably spend more waking hours with our students than their parents do (especially by grade 3, when the kids don’t WANT to be constantly chaperoned). It makes for an interesting dynamic.

So like so many other teachers, I have a love-hate relationship when it comes to my job. Stats show that something like 50% of teachers quit after their first year. I think of that when people tell me how easy we have it, and I wonder two things:

1. If teaching is such a great job, why do so many of us run like crazy?
2. If we have it so great, why aren’t you teaching?

It’s like any profession, I guess: it has its perks and low points, successes and failures. It’s just that when you teach, they tend to be on a much more, well, personal level.