Saturday, April 30, 2016

The Secret Of The Morse Code

My room is one of the most over-used spaces in a building full of over-used spaces. Someone is teaching in my room during every block most days. My room is used for enrichment after school and meetings before school. It is one of the designated indoor recess rooms and, I offer extra help in math and science during most other lunch/recess times.


Let’s just say there is a lot of traffic in and out of my room.


I would like to have some personal memento on my desk. Unfortunately, I do not feel comfortable having something very personal like a picture of my wife or family in my classroom. I do not want to spend precious class time answering endless questions about my family.


My solution is Morse Code.


Some students have spotted it. Some have tried to decipher it. A few, I have taken into my trust and shared the secret of the Morse Code.

I can’t take credit for the idea - it was Thomas Yawkey, former owner of the Boston Red Sox, who inspired me. Just as he did on the big scoreboard on the left field wall, I have secretly placed the initials of my wife and myself on the wall of my room.


It’s a way of reminding me of who is most central in my life. It is my way of honoring and thanking my wife for all her support. It is my “family picture” in Morse Code form.


And, eighth grade, now that you know the “secret” keep it one. Don’t ruin it for next year’s crop of eighth graders. Let me have my fun with them...

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Ahhhh, High School

Ahhhh, high school.

    “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

Ahhhh, high school.

It truly will be the best of times - the time you make friendships that will literally last a lifetime. It will be the time you make poor decisions that result in great stories that you will retell for years and years. And, you will learn…great stories are one thing, but you will learn to make the best decisions you can. Some will turn out great and others…not so great. And you will learn from all of them.

It will be the worst of times - the times you make the biggest decisions, when you are the least prepared to make them. You will feel pressure. You will be told that the decisions you make are for your entire life. If you fail an exam, a class…really at anything…you will feel horrible. You will feel you have ruined your entire life. 


I call nonsense on that. 

We all have a path to follow and we’re not completely in control of that path. Make the best of any situation. Learn from your failures - often they lead to your greatest understandings.

Some teachers will inspire you. They will ignite your imagination for life. They will lift you up and encourage you to follow your dreams, whether it be through poetry, drama, science, literature, sports, music or any of a score of other disciplines.

Ahhhh, high school.

High school is a scary, fantastic place. It is a place where you will find your crowd. You will fit in and make new friends. It is a place where everything is magnified - where the most momentous things of the day will, in time, fade into triviality. It is a time and place to find yourself, to try on new versions of yourself and feel which one authentically reflects the real you.

Ahhh, high school. Every adult wishes they could go back, then instantly revises that wish to choose only the fun, funny and fantastic moments of that fabulous four-year journey.


 “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done”

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Seventeen times…

“Today we are going to continue our work on the Pythagorean Theorem. Please pull out the packet we started yesterday.”


“Great, we left off at the top of page three. Please turn to that page in your packet.”


“Barbara, do you have your packet? Please take it out of your bag. Willy, you too, please take out your packet. Dominick, please find your Pythagorean Theorem packet.”


“At this point, you should have the packet we started yesterday open to the top of page three.”


“Billy, you lost your packet? I have extras here.”


“Lori, thank you for taking your math folder out of your bag, please turn to page three in the Pythagorean Theorem papers.”


“Is there anyone who does not have the Pythagorean Theorem packet in front of them?”


<pause>


“No, Dominick, I don’t know where your packet is. Perhaps you left it in the, “I can’t trust myself drawer? Here, take a new one.”


“I’m sorry Donald, that’s the packet from two weeks ago. Here’s a copy of yesterday’s Pythagorean Theorem packet.”


“Good, let’s get started.”


“By raising hands, can someone answer question num……Edgar, that’s your science packet. We’re not doing science now...this is your math class. Do you need a copy of the Pythagorean Theorem packet?”




“No, Dominick, I still don’t know where your packet is. No, I don’t think anyone stole your Pythagorean Theorem packet out of the drawer. Here’s a new copy.”


“Is there anyone else who does not have the Pythagorean packet in front of them? Please raise your hand if you need a copy.”


<pause>


“Great, by raising hands, can someone please give me the answer to question number one on the top of page three?”


“Yes,Tommy, thanks for raising your hand. Go ahead…”


“No, Tommy, this would not be a good time to go to the restroom. Can you answer the question at the top of page three?”  <pause> “Dominick, can you help Tommy with the answer to question number one?”


“Dominick, what do you mean you don’t have the packet? I just handed you one twelve seconds ago...”


“Okay, that’s all we have for today. Hang on to these packets and we’ll pick up on the top of page three tomorrow. Go to lunch or recess.”


<sigh>

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.