Everyone
hangs his opinions on the
frame of his philosophy and world view.
It is important to recognize the frame,
because it explains the shape
of the opinions.
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A metaphor on assumptions, derived from reading Brookfield.
Everyone
hangs his opinions on the
frame of his philosophy and world view.
It is important to recognize the frame,
because it explains the shape
of the opinions.
.
.
A metaphor on assumptions, derived from reading Brookfield.
The following is my own opinion. After discussions with many friends and colleagues, I feel secure in using a collective ‘we’ rather than the singular ‘I’. We’re voting to ratify a negotiated contract, and the vote is in no way guaranteed. However it goes, here’s what many of us are feeling.
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Dear Parents of BC:
Every year at the end of the school year, teachers with continuing contracts wave off the students, worn out from a long year and a longer month (June is always that way), bid farewell to the growing ranks of our colleagues on temporary contracts, and lock up our class rooms.
We leave the building pondering the challenges of the year. We analyze our successes and failures. Which lessons or units worked well? Which students had unimagined gains? Which strategies will we try again? How will we modify them? Perhaps we record our thoughts. Perhaps we let it go. We breathe.
We walk through our front doors, and introduce ourselves to our spouses and children. For about three weeks we focus on them. We relax. We recharge.
Somewhere around BC Day, we start thinking about the next year. We consider units. We research. We file ideas. By the middle of the month we may be back in our rooms, hanging borders, photo copying, making posters, preparing for a new year. We are enthused by our plans, by the potential of the year to come. We are invigorated and enthused to face the kids, the challenges, the meetings, the classes that get switched up at the last moment.
By Labour Day, we’re ready. We are energized and ready for the year.
Not this year.
This year we face our class rooms with a weariness that weighs down our bones. We have been vilified, lied to, and lied about by our employer, the Provincial Government. We, who have sacrificed our time to other people’s kids, who have shored up years of under-funding with our own money purchasing supplies for our class rooms, have been fined 10% of our wages because we were no longer volunteering our time, and called greedy, to boot. We have stood up for our rights, and faced jeers. We have explained about our Charter Rights and Supreme Court decisions. We have argued with strangers, friends, and loved ones about different definitions of ‘benefits.’ We have discussed massages and propaganda. We have educated with a passion and effort that rivals our most challenging classes. We have learned that ignorance is a special need, requiring a skilled approach. We have given up thousands of dollars of salary to stand up for public education in BC.
We have been embattled.
We have been besieged.
We have been drained.
We have sacrificed our emotional, mental, financial, and physical health in this fight.
We don’t have anything more to give.
We need you.
We need you to continue to fight for public education.
We need you to keep pressure on this government.
We may have a contract, but it is not the contract that will provide the best services for your kids. It may be the best we could have gotten from this government, but it is not good enough for BC’s kids.
So we are passing the baton.
We will teach. We will give our very best. But this year, our best is not going to be our all. We don’t have anything left in us.
When your child is not going to receive the testing he should have, we’ll tell you. You can phone our MLA, Mr. Fassbender, and Ms. Clark and demand to know why your child isn’t getting the support she needs. When we don’t have tissue paper during flu season, or enough textbooks, or are using the same textbook you wrote your name in twenty years ago, please write the Ministry of Education and demand that they fund schools properly.
When no one is available to coach the basketball team, please step up. When a dance needs supervision, please volunteer. You’ll see why we love doing these things. You’ll understand why after a work day, they are an exhausting add on!
The government can dismiss teachers as greedy whiners, but it can’t dismiss an army of enraged, engaged parents.
Your kids deserve better than what they’ve been getting for the last twelve years.
We can’t fight alone any longer.
We’re weary.
We need you.
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(c) Shawn L. Bird.
http://www.shawnbird.com/commentary-dear-parents
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(Feel free to reprint and redistribute this as you like, but please respect my copyright, and leave my name and the link on it).
Proper citation: Bird, Shawn L. “Commentary-Dear Parents of BC” http://www.shawnbird.com/commentary-dear-parents-of-BC collected (insert date).
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Sept 19/2014
NB- This is my blog.
I am a teacher. I am declaring how I feel after a bitter fight against an unreasonable government with its own agenda. This is MY reality, and the reality of 40,000 of my colleagues. We’re entitled to our feelings.
If you think that I don’t work hard enough, I don’t care enough about my job, or I am whining, feel free to leave your opinions inside your own head. I will not reprint them. We’ve been fighting against such ignorance all summer. I have no patience with it now.
The Supreme Court said twice that this government bargained in bad faith, and they used all the same tactics this time. If they had been willing to negotiate last June, this would have been settled last June. They have lied to you, and they’re laughing at how easily you are manipulated.
I am thankful for the parents (and perhaps the Chinese ambassador) who put pressure on this government to finally come to the table. I don’t think the government anticipated your fury being turned on them; their expensive spin doctors are likely losing their jobs.
Be thankful for those who are willing to stand up for public education. If you’re a parent, please keep up the fight, because this government is not done yet. We’ll be beside you once we’ve recovered.
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You need imagination
to grab opportunities.
You have to be open
to the unfamiliar.
You have to trust that
something new could be great
and that all learning
has worth.
You have to be willing
to be out of your comfort zone
to have faith in yourself
~alone~
that every experience
will enrich you.
You have to accept opportunities
to empower your imagination.
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Risk for writers: “If it doesn’t kill me, it’ll make a great story!”
As teachers we wonder why our students don’t grab at the amazing opportunities that are available to them. I was just pondering this today.
Video with my narration is in the previous post, but here’s the written version:
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Measuring
Shawn L. Bird
This is me.
The standardized test says,
“She’s a C.”
But no standardized test
can measure my capacity.
The provincial exam or S A T
does not evaluate my reality.
A test does not see
my creativity
my audacity
my tenacity
my congeniality
No test can reveal
my totality.
They say
a standardized test demands gravity,
but I say,
it is a depravity
to define our youth with such rationality!
This is me.
No standardized test can measure
who I will be.
Here’s a video poem I made for a presentation on issues in standardized testing for my Faculty of Education Master’s class on assessment at University of British Columbia (Okanagan campus) (aka UBC-O).
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You bring your words to me
an offering
held in your open palms
like a supplicant.
I meet your fearful eyes
and tell you of your strengths,
coach through your weaknesses,
and encourage your improvement,
as gently as I can.
You reward me with your laughter,
a sound so rare that I am still celebrating
hours later,
so thankful
to be your teacher,
and have the chance to watch
your talent turn you into the
accomplished person
you will be.
When my dad went to school
he knew the Brother would beat him.
The ruler would rap down across
his small knuckles
once for every spelling mistake.
He knew he’d always make a mistake.
He knew he’d be beaten.
It didn’t make him study,
it just made him drag his feet
on the way to school,
meant education was painful
meant inadequacy
and brutality
were part of every day.
It didn’t make him speed up
that he’d be whipped
for tardiness
either.
During lessons,
he watched boys fly
across the room
propelled by the fury
of the Christian Brothers
who didn’t understand
much about children,
faith
kindness
or the golden rule.
Dad kept his head down,
nursed sore
knuckles and learned
how not to treat children.
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Happy Birthday to my dad, who celebrates his 99th birthday today!
One more year until the official greeting from the Queen!
PS. Dad attended parochial school in Montreal in the 1920s.
For Max
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They come
each year
the lesser children:
intelligence
lesser
body
lesser
behaviour
lesser
abilities
lesser
esteem
lesser
You look upon each one
and tell him
he is more
she is more
Be the best
because
you are the best!
You say it
and you mean it
and bit by bit
what was lesser
grows
and they believe
they are more
than their weaknesses
they are more
than society’s expectation
they are more
than their labels
They drink your words
lips tightly closed at first
but sip by sip they are filled
until they swim in the belief
that they can
be
their best.
They leave
greater
children
Because you
believe
they are.
Today I accepted placement in a Masters of Education program in Curriculum. I am hoping to study the innovations in the Finnish system, and hope to take advantage of university exchanges in order to travel to Finland to observe their system in high school class rooms. As I speak passable Finnish, have lived in Finland, and understand the Finnish culture, I imagine this will be easier for me than many North American educators curious about this system that is one of the few that ranks above Canada’s. (Four points above Canada, 22 points above the UK, and 25 points above the US in the 2009 PISA rankings).
I was offered placements at two institutions, so it was a bit of decision, but I am looking forward to studying in the intimate and flexible environment of Thompson Rivers University in Kamloops.
Studies won’t begin until September, which hopefully will provide opportunity to finish the editing of Grace Awakening Myth (book 3 in the series) and finish writing Grace Awakening Destiny (book 4) before I start. I will be teaching (probably full-time) while I am studying, so I will definitely not have any time to be marketing either book with all my Saturdays in classes in Kamloops for the next couple of years!
Do you have a Masters? Did you do it full time or part time? How did you find the process? Do you have any tips?
I was a new teacher, substituting in an English class when I came across Tom Wayman’s poem “Did I Miss Anything?”. Every teacher hears the question several times each week as students who’ve missed a class come to see whether their grades will be impacted by their absences. It gets frustrating. Wayman’s poem reflects the frustration of teachers called to respond to that question.
Of course, the student missed something! If I am doing my job properly, just knowing the task assigned is not sufficient. It is in the preparation for the assignment and the discussion around it that the greatest learning can take place. The opportunity to consult with peers, to explore their understanding as well as your own helps you to grow as a learner. Of course, students miss something when they are not in class; moreover, the class misses something as well.
Your presence improves our learning, too. We miss you. You miss us.
In most cases, the world will not change dramatically because a student isn’t in class, but Tom Wayman imagines a time when that could be the case. His ironic tone matches those felt by those harried teachers who must attempt to synthesize instruction and discussion into a few seconds when they tell the student about the missing assignment while readying the class for the new lesson.
Read Tom Wayman’s poem: Did I miss anything? The answer is, “Of course, you did!”