Once I changed my patterns and habits of eating, I realized that my carb-heavy diet led me to crave carbs even more.  What I needed instead was to consume protein at every meal, including breakfast.  I’ve also ramped up my water intake significantly.  I strive to consume one bottle of water before breakfast and lunch.

In addition to a new and improved diet, I’ve tried different activities in the classroom, and have met with great success. I’ll write more about them in an upcoming post.

About two weeks ago, I arrived home one Friday afternoon to discover my long-time neighbor who lived in the apartment directly across the hall from me, rummaging around in her rented storage closet.  I called her name, to which she responded with a slightly aggravated tone, “What?”. I was somewhat taken aback, not only by the tone, but, by the fact that she didn’t seem to recognize my voice.  Shock and Surprise Number One. In any event, I approached my neighbor, gave her a warm and affectionate hug, and asked her how she was doing. Having gotten past all of the pleasantries, I asked her what she was doing, to which she exclaimed, “I’m moving!” Naturally I asked to where, to which my neighbor responded, “Florida.”  Shock and Surprise Number Two. She then went on to say that she didn’t have anyone’s telephone number. Really? She and I made sure we had each other’s numbers every fall before she departed.  Shock and Surprise Number Three.  If each of the previous three shock and surprises weren’t enough, my neighbor delivered the coup de grace: She had returned on Tuesday of that same week, and was scheduled to move on the following Tuesday.  Shock and Surprise Number Four.  After a few more minutes of casual, albeit superficial conversation, I said good evening, to which my neighbor responded, “The door will be open, stop in.”

Huh? What?

I thought that for the past six years, we had been closer neighbors.  We shared meals in favorite restaurants, conversations on all sorts of topics in her apartment over wine and cheese, and phone calls about the goings-on of other neighbors.  I enjoyed her company.  But, given all that I had experienced in front of my neighbor’s rented storage closet, I was not only shocked and surprised, but also hurt.  For the remainder of my neighbor’s stay, I gave her the space she needed.  I had considered for a fleeting moment to knock on her door and offer to help her pack. However, I couldn’t get past the hurt.  Besides, she had her best friend there all weekend, helping her to do what she needed in order to move.

The following Monday, I wrote my neighbor a farewell note.  It was upbeat for the most part: I recall the good times we had had, and, my well wishes for her move.  I did, however, mention my hurt at the news, and the way in which she conveyed it to me. I also mentioned that she probably had her reasons for what she did, and therefore, decided to give her the space I thought she needed. I placed the note in an envelope, and stuck it in her door. That was that.

The next morning – Tuesday – the moving van arrived at 7:30 a.m.  By the time I arrived home at 5:30 p.m.  neighbor was gone. In a strange sort of way, I was relieved; the drama of having her across the hall, but feeling completely invisible, was over. I said a prayer for my neighbor, asking the Lord to keep her in his care.  I suppose the prayer was as much for me as it was for her, perhaps even more so for me.  A friend once told me many years ago that the prayers we say for those who have hurt us in some way is really for us and for our own healing, peace and comfort.

I shared my feelings with my Dear Mother and my Dear Brother. My Dear Mother stated that people often carry baggage with which they hurt others, leaving the others to wonder what happened.  My Dear Brother said that there was probably much more going on than my neighbor wished to share with me.  Additionally, perhaps she didn’t want to leave, but had to leave, and didn’t quite know how to say good-bye.  That being said, my Dear Brother added that sharing her true feelings wasn’t one of my neighbors fears.  My Dear Brother reassured me that her behavior towards me in her final hours in her apartment was not about me.

It’s funny; each birth year brings new gifts.  For example, in my search for ways to make lunch and dinner salads more balanced, nutritious and not-boring, I was blessed to stumble upon a wonderful blog.  Not only did I achieve my initial goal, but I also have discovered a new way to eat in order to lose some weight, and, more important, to become healthier in the process.

I am also blessed with wonderful friends who are suggesting that it’s time to move on from my present place of employ, and to place myself on a tw0-year career plan.  I am seeking a leadership position which will allow me to remain in the classroom.  While teachers are certainly leaders in their own right, I want to parlay my strong skills in pedagogy, and lead a school’s academic program.

Last, and speaking about my place of employ, I am learning to focus less on the parts over which I have no real control – my colleagues, the leadership of the school, and the day-to-day administrative sloppiness – all of which used to lead to a truck-load of frustration for me – and more on the parts over which I do, which is, my teaching. I communicate via email with colleagues only when they communicate with me, or, when I need something, which isn’t very often.  Additionally, I have created alternative lunch spaces for myself.  I do eat one to three times in the dining room with colleagues, but, on the days I don’t I eat in my classroom, and I’m fine with that.  It provides a quiet place to decompress, and to ready myself for my next class.

So, that’s where I am.

On the other hand, what if students actually had to create meaning with the target language via collaboration and critical thinking?

Thus the reason I like the crossword puzzles which accompany the textbook series I am currently using with my middle school Onesies: Buen Viaje.  Albeit a somewhat outdated series in terms of pedagogical approach and content, the crossword puzzles are, in my opinion, on the money. What makes them different?  They include clues, written in the target language, so the  student actually has to use critical thinking and language skills to not only process the clue, but to also determine the correct word based on the clue.To make the crossword activity collaborative, students work together in pairs or in groups of three.

The results? Magical!  The students were busy figuring out what the clues said in English, looking up words they had forgotten, reasoning with their peers as to why the answer was this and not that, and, based on my observations, had a good time.

The downside to all of this is that I no longer have the disc/software for the Buen Viaje crossword puzzles. The upside is that I can create my own crossword puzzles via Crossword Forge.  Albeit an expensive tool, Crossword Forge allows me to create customized crossword puzzles like the ones above.

I like taking tried and true tools, and using them to promote learning.  I think the above activity accomplished this.

A few folks remarked positively about the Black Facts and the reading list. On the other hand, only one teacher has used the Multicultural Resource website. By the way: I invited colleagues to pass along books for the reading list, and to add/share resources for the website. NO JUICE.

So, this year, my colleagues will have to celebrate Black History Month without my help. As a result, it will be far more enjoyable for me.

1. Too much unexamined racism – both personal and institutional
2. Too much token diversity programming versus making changes to teaching and learning. But, that would require doing Number One.
3. The psychosis of race is too deep to expect the leadership to have a Come to Jesus moment and wipe the slate clean.

I’ve struggled for years and years, without any support or recognition, to bring my school to a new phase in their diversity journey, and to what end?

Too many independent schools are stuck in a diversity time warp 20 years out-of-date. School leaders still think that affinity groups, multicultural assessments, and diversity committees will solve their diversity problems when in reality what is needed is:

1. An examination and eradication of White Privilege; and
2. Culturally Responsive Pedagogy, which focuses on good teaching and quality relationships between students and teachers.

So, there it is. Instead of becoming angry, frustrated, and emotionally drained, I will focus my time and energy on my family, friends, self and classroom.

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I was tempted to post in the Faculty Lounge – for about a hot minute.  However, I reminded myself that I’m letting my colleagues put their own work in.  I’m on permanent hiatus from doing the work for them.  Instead, I’ll post it near my desk, as a personal reminder/enforcer for me.

Unfortunately, this woman is typical of the American citizenry: neither well-read nor well-educated, much of what she does know is based on stereotypes and miseducation passed down in her family, and has lived a pretty isolated existence.  Her “knowledge” of Others is superficial.

As my nails dried under the nail dryer, and as the woman in question was receiving a pedicure – we share the same aesthetician, who, by the way, is a LOVE, it began.  First, the woman in question said something re: the holidays, eating too much, and needing to watch her diet.  Then, she mentioned something re: how her husband brings the leftovers from home, and deposits them in the teachers’ lounge.  She seemed proud of the fact that her husband does this.  I remarked that the amount of food in the teachers’ lounge is out-of-control, that teachers need to monitor their intake, and that the eating is spurred by stress.  I remarked further that teachers experience LOTS of stress.  Moreover, unless one knows a teacher on a personal level, they have NO IDEA as to how stressful the work is.  The woman in question then said something re: how teachers drink a lot as well.  I reminded her of the stress component to teaching, and, that, I myself, am a teetotaler.  She then said something re: teachers have a tough job – especially today.  That led to remarks from her re: Sandy Hook/Newtown, Adam Lanza, guns and gun control.  She didn’t know how Nancy Lanza, Adam Lanza’s mother, was allowed to own an assault weapon. Apparently, this woman has not read the CT gun laws. Thus the reason Nancy Lanza was able to purchase them, and legally. In fact, I can walk in to my local neighborhood Cabella’s and purchase the guns that Adam Lanza used in his murder-suicide rampage.

I remarked that the United States culture has a strange fetish with guns, and that the very nature of the country’s genesis and history have been largely rooted in violence, i.e. atrocities committed against American Indians and African Americans.  The woman in question disagreed, although was unable to say why.  She then said that American Indians perpetrated violence, which, in her mind, seemed to justify the violence perpetrated against them – a typical response. We then arrived at the S word: slavery.   The woman in question said that slavery existed everywhere.  Of course it did. And, still does, in many places.  However, what made American slavery unique was it was based on the importation of people who were deemed less than human, for the sole purpose of free labor, i.e. chattel slavery. This in turn made the United States very wealthy in a very short period of time and very early in its history.   The woman in question then said: “Slaves sold slaves”.  Huh?!? What?!? Those two things don’t even go together.  First, slaves weren’t  American citizens. Rather, they were counted as 3/5 for voting representation purposes.  As a result, slaves weren’t allowed to own property.  Think about it: If it were illegal for African slaves to read, then how in  Hell could they own property?!?  The woman in question was correct about one thing: African chieftains sold Africans to the White slave traders. However, she didn’t seem to understand why: They were war captives of war. As a means of depleting the enemy, African chieftains sold their captives to the White slave traders.

The slaves sold slaves comment was fascinating. So much so, I asked the woman in question to cite her source.  Of course, she couldn’t remember.  They never can.  At that point, she gave up the fight.  But, before completely giving it up, she added the atrocities committed by Saddam Hussein and the Holocaust.  We won’t even go there, except to say that the woman in question was ignorant and grossly misinformed on these issues as well.

Unfortunately, I have met and know people like this woman.  It makes me woefully sad that Americans have such a pitiful understanding of their own history. In fact, it’s embarrassing when people from so-called Third World countries not only know their history, but also ours, to the point that they are able to talk proverbial circles around us.

As I got up to leave before the woman in question did, she said, “Enjoy your holidays.” I responded, “You, too”, and departed, shaking my head.

One thing that tends to be a problem is scheduled absences from class.  These absences include anything from doctor’s appointments to early starts to vacations to late arrivals for sleeping in. I’m not joking.  In one instance, a student has missed five Spanish classes to-date for dentist appointments and a day trip to Plimoth Plantation for her social studies project.  So, when students miss class for scheduled absences, they must meet with me to make up the class work they missed.  I began this practice just recently, and it is proving effective in holding the students accountable.

Related to the aforementioned is homework.  When students inform me that they are going to miss class, they need to submit the assignment due.  For example, two students are getting early starts on their vacations, and won’t be in school tomorrow.  They were informed that the assignment due tomorrow needed to be completed and turned in prior to their departure.  Again, it’s another way to hold the students accountable.

I don’t know what it is about independent schools, but having taught at four, there is something that they all share: Chatty, overly-social students.  Interestingly, this same pattern of behavior proliferates amongst the faculty and staff as well.  In any event, I’m going to establish firmer guidelines for classroom behavior. I’m even thinking of going as far as creating large posters to hang on the walls of my classroom.

Last is the issue of retaking quizzes.  For most students, it isn’t about learning the material better. Rather, it’s about getting a higher grade.  I personally don’t like retakes.  They inflate the grade, and are not necessarily strong indicators of improved knowledge and understanding.  When I allow a student to retake a quiz, I give a different quiz. Therefore, I don’t average tithe scores.  But, perhaps I should average the scores, so as to minimize the grade inflation.  In the past, I’ve allowed students to correct errors for an opportunity to improve their understanding and their scores. However, this practice has met with mixed results.  Some students make effective corrections; others don’t.  Consequently, those that don’t make effective corrections don’t improve their score very much.  It’s also a lot of work.  It’s like correcting the quizzes all over again, and no es bueno.

So, during the Christmas vacation, I’ll be doing a bit of retooling.