Saturday, March 26, 2016

You Know We Root For You, Right?

You do know your teachers are rooting for you, right?

It's true. 

We root for you every day. We are pulling for you in so many ways.

We’re excited when you show us how much you’ve learned.

That’s why your teachers work with you before classes, during lunch/recess, and after school. That’s why we answer emails at 10pm on a Sunday night. It’s why we spend hours of our own time trying to create really interesting lessons that you’ll actually enjoy. That’s why we are thinking of you even when we’re not at school.

I cannot tell you how often I have been grading an assessment and he/she will have correct answer after correct answer, then a mistake, and I feel genuine disappointment for the student. I'm really hoping every single answer is correct.

I hope every student gets a perfect score on every assessment I give. It doesn't happen often, but I'm always pulling for my students to do that well.

I know sometimes it may not seem like it. We push you and challenge you. We give you honest feedback that sometimes is not so much fun to hear, but, trust me, we're on your side. 

We're rooting for you all the way.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

This Is Officer John Salt...

I assigned my science students the task of writing a story. It was part of our study of the Systems of the Human Body. To start the digestive system unit, I gave each student a single Ritz Cracker to demonstrate the very beginnings of the digestive process in the mouth. Later, I asked them to write the story of the journey the cracker took through their digestive system. The goal was to get them to think about every step of digestion. 

Here is my assignment and the response by one of our McAuliffe students - Lucas M. This is the first time I have ever invited a guest contributor to my blog - I think you will agree Lucas' story is exceptional.

Digestion: Step by Step


Write me a story: Tell me the route the Ritz Cracker that we ate in class took through your digestive system.


Use the list of digestive organs you wrote down in class as a reference. (You should have it available in your science binder.)


Make sure you include the name of each and every organ/structure and how it contributes to digestion.


Like this:
Once upon a time I ate a Ritz Cracker. I put it in my mouth where my teeth crunched it up. While it was in my mouth, my salivary glands...

Now your turn:



By Lucas M.

Time: 15:45
Date: 7/22/2014
Location: Timmy’s house
|Report|

-We have infiltrated the base
-Grocery bag is open, I repeat, grocery bag is open
-Leaving bag, moving to position
-We are in the cupboard, repeat, inside the cupboard.
-Position compromised! Timmy moving in!
-Aaagh! *crackles* they’ve opened the bag! We’re *crackles* lly exposed!
-They’ve got John! Cracker down! *static*er down!
-They ate John!

|Signal Lost|

John to Ritz, John to Ritz! I’m inside Timmy’s mouth! John to Ritz! Damn it, come in Ritz! Oh, no no no no no this is bad. Um, uh, personal log, officer John Salt, Team Foxtrot, authorization Omega-6-Red, initiate and record.  

|Personal Log|
Officer John Salt, Team Foxtrot
Ritz id: 073852
Date:7/22/2014
Time: 15:46
Location: Timmy’s Mouth

This is officer John Salt, I just been separated from my team, I don’t have communication, and I don’t have much time. I’m recording this so that if I don’t survive, hopefully someone will find this recording once Timmy’s “elimination” has completed. I’m currently in his mouth, my suit will protect my conscience from disappearing even if my physical form is destroyed. The suit will survive, they’ve been built to survive conditions far worse than this, but whether it will hold together enough to keep me alive or not is up to fate. I can see his teeth, they’re terrifying, incredibly sophisticated pieces of evolutionary engineering designed for one thing: the utter destruction and disassembly of everything they come into contact with. But that’s only one terror of the mouth. The teeth are accompanied by the salivary glands and the tongue. The tongue acts as the teeth’s helper, picking things free and helping them crush and grind against each other. The salivary glands create oceans of a fluid that helps break down any unlucky piece of food that enters the mouth.
Oh no, looks like Timmy is swallowing, we’re about to head down the Esophagus, a tube that carries maimed food to its real death, on it’s way down, a flap called the epiglottis prevents food from going down the windpipe and choking Timmy.
Oh crap, here it comes, we’re entering the stomach. This is where food is broken down to molecular sizes, and distributed across Timmy’s body just to feed his never ending search for energy and sustenance. Here food both broken down by chemicals, in what is called “chemical digestion” and also physically broken into smaller pieces in what is called “physical” digestion. Meanwhile, the liver, which acts as a processing plant for the food, is taking in the nutrients and processing it so it can be used. It also secretes bile that helps with digesting fat.
Oh, no, there’s a breach in my suit. I don’t have much more time, but we’re moving on into the duodenum, where we’ll be mixed with bile from the liver that’s been stored in the gallbladder. I’m going to initiate the conscience suspension sequence now, it’s emergency protocol when someone’s suit is breached. Initiate conscience suspension sequence, Officer John Salt, team Foxtrot, authorization charlie-blue-7.

|End of report|

|Report|
Vice Admiral Ched R. Cheez
Ritz id: 1085345
Date: 7/24/14
Time: 7:30
Location: Ritz Headquarters

Ladies and Gentleman, I’m terribly sorry to say that officer John Salt was lost on the afternoon of 7/22/14. He was eaten by experiment 73, aka “Timmy” when performing a high risk reconnaissance mission. It is believed that Officer Salt was alive until approximately 15:50, when he entered Timmy’s duodenum. At that time, a breach occurred in his suit, he followed protocol, and entered conscience stasis, but there was a fatal malfunction caused by Timmy’s digestive fluids entering the suit. The program was not able to keep Officer Salt alive and he passed on. Afterwards, he passed through the small intestine, where he was further digested by enzymes made in Timmy’s pancreas, entered the large intestine where he was robbed of any water he may have retained and was further digested by bacteria stored in both the large intestine and the appendix, (use of bacteria from the appendix was present due Timmy’s recent recovery from the flu, and reserves were broken to compensate for the lack of bacteria in the large intestine.) After that, Officer Salt was stored in the rectum, and released through the anus. We sent multiple search parties to the scene of Timmy’s elimination to find any remains of Officer Salt, we found only his suit, complete with logs of his final moments, which will be sent exclusively to his family and anyone his family decides to share it with.

In loving memory
Of Officer John Salt, 2013-2014
May your soul rest in eternal grace


Saturday, March 12, 2016

Reset, Revise, Repeat

This is my favorite button in the whole school.

It’s the “clear all” button on the copiers. Its function is to clear out all the settings for the copy job that has just run. It makes me wish there was a clear all button for life.  

Wouldn’t it be nice it we could just clear out what happened before - before we said the wrong thing, before we decided not to study, before we were misunderstood, before we made a poor decision?

Everyone needs a clear all button sometimes. Maybe you’ve said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Maybe you’ve hurt someone’s feelings. Maybe you did something you regret and wish you could undo it. Maybe you didn’t do something you were supposed to. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone - students and adults - could really use a clear all button sometimes.

But life doesn’t give do-overs. 

There is no revision history to scroll through. 

There are no clear all buttons in life. 

If you do something or say something you wish you could undo, you’re out of luck. All you can do to fix it, is to find a way to set it right. Apologize, explain what you really meant, study extra hard next time, maybe see your teacher for extra help.

Time only moves forward. There’s no going back. You can only move on and make amends the best you can - to your friends, to your family, to others in your life, and, most importantly, to yourself. That's all you can do and sometimes it doesn't seem like enough.


There are no clear all buttons in life, but, really, wouldn’t it be nice…

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Homeless Work

Imagine this: It’s the end of a 100 minute class; you’ve been working for almost two hours. 

You’ve grappled with a new concept. 

You’ve paired up, squared up and reported out. 

You’ve taken notes, participated in a popcorn reading, done a station activity and completed a note catcher. 

When you reflect back on this block, you realize you’ve learned a lot. Now it’s time to bring it all together and show your teacher how effective their lesson was and what you have learned. 

It’s time for the exit ticket.

“This is easy,” you think as you rapidly answer all the questions, including the ones hidden on the back. 

That’s it - end of class. 

You’ve done good work and should be proud of yourself. You correctly answered every single question on the exit ticket. Your hard work and newfound knowledge should reflect in your grade.

But, wait… there’s a problem.

You left the most important part of the exit ticket blank…

                                           Name________________________

You have not taken credit for your work. 

And, unless I can put my detective hat on and figure out whose nameless exit ticket this is, you’re not getting credit.

You have one last chance to take credit for your effort.  When I return this graded work to the class, I will designate a student to show all the poor, unnamed papers to everyone in the room. Maybe you’ll recognize your work, maybe not.

The odds are, it’s probably going to end up in my homeless work bin. 

That bin is where the uncredited work goes. 

Don’t let your work become homeless; take credit for your hard work. Write your name on your paper.

Pssssst - it might not be a bad idea to look through the homeless work bin and see if any of it is yours.