Shawn L. Bird

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Finnish education February 17, 2013

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There is now a benefit to my educational experience to speak Finnish! This is what I hope to focus on in my MEd.

 

her with him July 27, 2012

It’s not truth,

but danger.

    Not what is real,

    but what’s perceived.

        The excluding

        exclamations

        of laughter

             contrasted by

             bored eye brows

             and sighs.

An amused knife

slicing through

her security.

         © Shawn L. Bird

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Being a free verse, there is no strict rhyme or rhythm pattern in this one, but you’ll see lots of examples here of consonance, assonance, and alliteration.  Notice in particular the pattern of growling of the /r/s, the explosive /ex/s and the sighing /s/s which reflect the narrative persona’s emotional experience.  

There is a circle pattern with the 6 sections (not quite stanzas, not being separated) being strongly consonant /r/, then assonant /e/, then alliterative /ex/, and then reversing: alliterative /b/, assonant /i/, and finally consonant /r/ again.  How does this pattern reflect the persona’s emotional state?

You are welcome to use this poem in your class room, crediting the author.  I’d also be pleased to see a comment indicating where and when you did.  Thanks.

 

sharing the love February 20, 2012

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We teach what we like to learn and the reason many people go into teaching is vicariously to re-experience the primary joy experienced the first time they learned something they loved.

Stephen Brookfield

I suppose this is true.  I love reading and writing.  I love thinking about books.  I love discussing writing and reading.  The PE teachers love being in the gym and running about fields throwing little balls at each other.  The math teachers get euphoric about manipulating numbers and finding the patterns of the universe.

High school is a place of passions, and students gravitate to the teachers whose love for their subjects is a beacon.  I have more and more former students lately who are planning to become English teachers.  It’s a rather dramatic compliment.  It makes me feel like a proud mama.

Here’s to passions for our subject areas, and to spreading those passions like a virus!  😀  What passion do YOU spread?

 

What I make February 11, 2012

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For my colleagues…
Yay us!
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The Middle Planet July 3, 2011

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For the last year, I have been working in a Middle School teaching grades six, seven and eight.  For the eighteen years previous, I have worked in Secondary Schools teaching grades eight to twelve.  I have worked with Girl Guides of Middle School age level and I had taught grade eight in high school, so I figured it would be a fairly straight forward adjustment.  It wasn’t.

It was strangely reminiscent of my year as an exchange student.  The mantra definitely applied:  Not better, not worse, just different.

I learned a lot from my year on Planet Middle School.  Here are some pure generalizations.  Obviously there are exceptions, but in most cases, this is what I observed.

High schoolers are often juggling jobs with school.  Some are balancing babies. I am used to respecting their need to have some flexibility with deadlines. Middle Schoolers want to be allowed to make their own decisions about time.  Unfortunately, many don’t have the maturity to see the consequences if they don’t use the time that they are given wisely and they procrastinate about the deadlines until they can’t possibly catch up.  Lesson:  Check with them every  day to make sure they are keeping up.

High Schoolers in our semester system get four classes a day, 84 minutes each.  They are able to focus, with breaks and variety, for the entire class. Middle Schoolers, particularly boys, can’t concentrate for much longer than 30 minutes, and they really need some physical activity in their day.  Lesson: incorporate movement into the class room through games, group work, carousel activities, etc.

Middle school kids complain and say that they don’t want to do anything that you suggest.  In High School, I grant my students the right to make these decisions, and will modify lessons to accommodate their opinions.  If you listen to Middle Schoolers’ complaints, you will never do anything fun, because they are afraid of being un-cool.  They don’t want to welcome any suggestion that comes from an adult about what they would enjoy.  Lesson:  Play the game despite the whining.  Force them to participate and then chuckle behind your hand as they laugh and thoroughly enjoy themselves.  It’s their job to be oppositional at this developmental stage.

Secondary students expect to be treated as young adults.  They are willing to accept the consequences of their actions, and they can understand what those consequences are when they are explained.  They have real, complicated lives and they appreciate when the teacher works with them to  help them do the best they can in their personal situation.  Middle School students want to be treated as young adults, but they aren’t able to clearly recognise consequences.  They are more likely to be ruled by their emotions.  Lesson: give them opportunity to voice their opinions and feelings in a respectful manner, but provide a lot of safe structure.

Secondary students are generally respectful of individuals and property.  If something goes missing, they tend to take it personally, and will work to ensure that it is returned to the owner.  Middle students have less impulse control and so things disappear around them.  They are too concerned about their status in the group to risk telling what they know.   Lesson:  lock up any valuables, don’t bring anything to the class room that you aren’t willing to have wrecked or stolen.

High schoolers know that they are responsible for their future and that working well with adults is a necessary skill.  Middle schoolers are resentful of adults and their power.  The Middle schooler needs to push the limits and challenge adults.   It is important that there are adults who can recognise the learning that happens in that challenging, while providing clear boundaries.  What the kids want to know, is where those boundaries are.  They are happiest when they can function within them.  Lesson: be honest with genuine questions, but insist on respect to everyone in the room.  Be consistent in your expectations and responses.

When I was in grade six, I had a fantastic year  and made some life-long friends.  For grade seven I went to Junior High and more lasting friends.  Several of these friends are still in my life, decades later.  I had two really great years in grades 6 and 7.  Then we moved and I went into grade eight in a new school.  It was not a good year.  It was a year of learning how to be in a new environment.  I kept looking back with bitter sweet fondness to the two great years just past, as I struggled to adapt to new ways of doing things, new people, new attitudes and a new life.

Memories of those years came to me several times over this year.  I had just had two of the best years of my career  in the high school before I accepted a job in Middle School.  I’d had classes that had bonded tightly together, and I loved going to work every day to spend time with them.  At the Middle School, I experienced the same kind of jolt I had years ago when I was a grade eight myself.  As I attempted to adapt to new methodologies, new people, and new ideas this year,  I frequently felt awkward, uncomfortable and unappreciated in the new environment.

It was a hard year. It wasn’t bad, though, it was just challenging.  I couldn’t coast on the way I’ve done things for years in the high school. I had to find new ways to deal with the new reality.  I wish I had the knowledge at the beginning of the year that I had at the end.  It was frustrating for me not to be as good  as I wanted to be (or expected to be)  in my class room.  If I have the chance to do it again, there are a lot of things I’d do differently.  I would apply all those lessons I learned.  Middle School is an energetic and amusing place to be if you know how to live on the balance point that is  the special ‘in between’ place that these students inhabit.

 

subject -> kids January 8, 2011

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Over the Christmas break I was pondering my new life in Planet Middle School.  I thought about the amazing staff at the Elementary Middle School where I’m working and how their practice is different from what I’m used to from years in the high school.  Suddenly, I had an epiphany.

In high school, we teach subjects. We know our subject, we love our subject, and we seek to inspire that love to the adolescents on the cusp of claiming their world.  We work hard.  In our off hours, we study and explore to be genuine experts.  We spend hours connecting with our students and endeavouring to engage them and encourage them.  In the English department, we spend hours marking, evaluating and finessing fine points of language.  We model reading and writing in our real world.

Teaching subjects is necessary.  It’s profound work. It changes lives.  It lights passions.  It creates worlds.  We endeavour to share our passion for our subject and to inspire students to take our subject with them into their adult lives in some way.

In Elementary and Middle School they don’t teach subjects. They teach students. Moreover, they are amazing at it.  They juggle a million balls in the air, notice everything, understand behaviour, see long range consequences, and can plan and implement strategies to transform recalcitrant pubescent kids into functional members of society.   Pubescent kids are not particularly acquiescent about the process!  Yet in the hands of these experts, they are molded into improved versions of themselves and armed with the skills to face adolescence.  It is a higher calling, and I stand in awe.

I have so much to learn.

 

unpacking lessons October 20, 2010

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A while ago I got a note about a student.  I was told by a relative, “You should know that he’s a bad kid.” 

Wow.  Labels already.  Does the kid self-identify as a ‘bad kid’ and if so, how hard does he have to work to ensure his label is properly affixed?  (Not hard, actually, most people seem willing to accept it).

I wrote her back and said,“There are no such thing as ‘bad kids’ there are just ‘baggaged kids’ and it’s our job as teachers to help them to unpack.”

I thought it was a profound sentiment, and I realise that it’s not an easy chore.  Some kids come from homes where instability is the order of the day.  They have addicted parents and often have intimate experience with physical, emotional and sexual abuse.  They see  violence as the routine way to interact in their community.  Their behavior only manifests their reality.  

In Restitution workshops a few years ago, I learned one key concept that has been guiding my teaching practice since: 

All behavior is purposeful.

The behavior is meeting a need, or the person would not be doing it.  Whether they’re having a tantrum, doing drugs, or staring at a wall, they’re doing it for a reason.  The skill comes from teaching the individual how to meet his or her needs in a way that is socially appropriate.  We have to meet the need and coach growth and confidence.

Have you ever unpacked after a kid’s trip to camp?  The dirt ridden, crumpled articles that come out of the bag look nothing like the pristinely clean and neatly folded articles that went in.  Socks stand by themselves.  Underwear may be slightly green.  Knees are missing from pants.  Things are a mess.  There may be unfamiliar creatures along for the ride.  It’s unpleasant pulling the stinky, disgusting mess out of the bag.  Unpacking is a challenging thing.   No one wants to do that work.

We need to haul it all to the laundry to scrub things back into a semblance of their former state.  We need to stitch up the holes.  Sometimes the articles are so thoroughly destroyed that we need to replace them with new ones that can do the job better.  We need to get the kids squeaky clean and polished like they are heading off on the first day of school: full of promise and confident that they have the skills to face any challenge, secure in the knowledge that when there are things that they can’t cope with, that adults will be there to help them through it.

Every kid deserves a fresh bag of clothes.

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PS.  Sadly, I know that there are some situations that go beyond these skills. Sociopathy and psychopathy are going to require far more than metaphorical laundry soap, but society requires we endeavor to do our best.

 

Optimism August 25, 2010

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“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.”
~Helen Keller

This was on the white board at Curves today.  It made me think of all the people I know with clinical depression, and how they so rarely achieve the things that the rest of us think they are capable of.  Depression steals optimism.  Pessimism does not breed greatness. 

If you have hope, then the pages you write, or the course you take, or the person you call up fit into a possible future that you are willing to trust will be a good one.  A depressed person thinks, “Why write it down?  It won’t be any good.  No one will ever want to read it.  No one would buy it.”  Words of genius are lost to the world.  A depressed person thinks, “I’ll probably fail the course.  The prof won’t like me.  It’ll probably be boring.”  They miss the inspiration and enlightenment of education.  A depressed person thinks, “Why call?  She’s probably not home.  She wouldn’t want to go out with me.  I would probably embarrass her.”  An opportunity for a new friend or a great romance is lost.

Optimism is just a glimmer of faith that not only will something be fine, but that it might be better than it is.  Optimists fuel creativity, exploration, adventure, and thought. 

I am optimistic by nature.  When I envision a poem, a painting, a needlework, a knitting project, a sewing project, a story or a lesson, I am not expecting failure.  This is not to say failure doesn’t happen.  I have a lot of unfinished knitting projects around, in particular.  However, that fact just makes it more exciting when one finally does get finished! 

If I wasn’t optimistic, I couldn’t do the job I do, particularly in the environment I’m in.  I have been teaching 18 years.  When I started, I never imagined that I would have spent 18 years without belonging to one school, without knowing that the school district valued my labour and creativity enough to attach me to a single school where I could blossom forth brilliance that would make my class one parents encouraged their own kids to take, as the generations wrapped around.  One that inspired kids to become teachers or writers.  Instead, even after all this time, I can’t even plan a semester in advance.  I can’t arrange a terrific field trip to Ashland Shakespeare Festival a year hence, because I don’t know where I’ll be in a year.  I can’t invest in products or literature for my classroom, because next semester I might not be in that school.  Keeping teachers ‘lean and hungry’ does not make for quality education.  I miss the teacher I could be with security.

Still, I’m blessed, because I always find some place that needs my service, and I know even if the students are in different schools around the district, and even if I’m only a semester in a school, that I am inspiring some of those I teach.  Just today I had an email from a former student wondering if she could switch into my English 12 class.  Ironic, since I don’t know what school I’ll be at this year, let alone what I’ll be teaching.  If I wasn’t optimistic I would have curled into a ball and given up a long time ago.

Optimism is the key to happiness and success. 

Anti-depressants don’t hurt.

 

Why I love my job May 20, 2010

I am aware that I am among the most blessed people on the planet because I absolutely love my job. Every day when I walk into the high school where I teach, I enter a dynamic world that is constantly new and constantly entertaining. The challenges are many, but the rewards are greater. There are only six more weeks of classes this school year, and as I prepare to bid farewell to this year’s kids and enter my annual two months of unemployment, I am pondering on how I got here, and what makes my job great.

I have not been out of school for more than six months since I was three. That’s when I began my love of learning at Mrs. Hamilton’s Bo Peep Kindergarten. My mother needed me out of the house. I think I was exhausting. I spent three years with Mrs. Hamilton, and several of the students in the kindergarten graduated with me at Okanagan Mission Secondary thirteen years later. I loved elementary school (all four that I attended) and even junior high, because I had great friends and I was curious. I loved learning new things and I had a lot of questions. In grade three, I loved writing stories and sharing them in show and tell. I planned to be a writer. I was about ten when I decided I was going to become a teacher instead. I planned to teach grade four or five. My grade four teacher, Mr Lavoie, and my grade five teacher, Mrs Nemeth, had completely opposite teaching styles but I adored them both. I was completely inspired to follow in their footsteps.

Although I had amazing teachers in a brand new school in a lovely forest setting, until grade ten, life in high school was not pleasant. I spent a lot of time writing poetry and long letters to friends in other places. I read constantly. I invented stories on my walk to and from school. I wasn’t a loner though; I belonged to youth groups, choirs, and volunteered hundreds of hours at the hospital. I belonged to a lot of school clubs: library, newspaper, yearbook, and musical theatre. I had an active, busy life. In the senior grades the students became respectful and tolerant of others again, and high school became much more pleasant. At this point I returned to the debate. Should I return to the dream of being a writer or stick with the  plan to be a teacher? I had some inspiring teachers in high school, like Mr. Keith, Mr. Swanzey, Mr. Wendell, and Mr. Moore. You may notice that some of those names appear in Grace Awakening. This is a small tribute to their influence, although the characters are flat and not at all the intelligent, innovative and inspiring people these men were in real life! It wasn’t until I entered teacher training and started observing in other schools that I realised what an amazing vision our principal Mr. Monteleone had for us at OKM.

I was still planning to teach elementary and I was in University of Calgary’s education department working toward that goal when a new life got in the way. Time to re-think the plan. We were moving to northern BC where there was no university at the time, so I transferred my credits to Athabasca University, an international leader in distance education, which would allow me to continue my studies anywhere in the world. It took several years, but eventually I earned a BA in English. Next I had to figure out how to earn my teaching credentials. The solution was an innovative program offered by Simon Fraser University to train teachers in the communities where they lived. Because I had a BA already, and was missing some of the general credits needed for elementary (like old nemises math and PE), I had to re-think my planned teaching level. I did my training to be a high school teacher instead. Although I hadn’t expected to focus on that level, I discovered that I really enjoyed working with teens. Being flexible at every stage allowed me to reach my goals, and it stood me in good stead as I taught a wide variety of subjects in countless subbing jobs and temporary teaching contracts.

My students come from all walks of life. They each have unique challenges and goals. They are fascinating and fun to be with every day, despite the frustrations of trying to get them to live up to potential some of them don’t want to reach. I mourn with them when tragedy touches our world. Loss of our kids before or after graduation due to accident or illness always devastates. Too much potential is lost when a young person dies. Most days are celebrations though, and no one knows how to celebrate like teens! No school day or even hour is the same. The students ensure my days are never boring, and their energy provides fuel for imagination. Each one offers me information about the world and growing to understand their needs and talents inspires me. I get to share great works of literature with them and coax their awareness and understanding of universal themes. I get to see skills develop as students learn to manipulate words in prose and poetry. I get to watch them grow through the years and graduate into adult life, where I hope that they carry gleanings of ideas from my classes that will fuel curiosity and engagement with learning throughout their lives. I’m always so happy to hear from students, even though lately I have trouble remembering their names from semester to semester!

So here I am today, in my eighteenth year of teaching high school, looking out my classroom window over the trees to Shuswap Lake shimmering in the sun. I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world and I’m blessed to have one of the most fulfilling jobs in the world. Life couldn’t get much better.