>Teachers often talk about “attention-getting behavior,” mainly negative behaviors that develop in an attempt to gain center stage when the positive attention isn’t sufficient. But what happens when the attention-getting behavior is developed and sponsored by a major university?
The Child Study Center at NYU recently worked with a major advertising agency to create billboards that they felt called attention to child and adolescent psychiatric and learning disorders. Nicknamed the “Ransom Note” campaign, the billboards displayed ‘notes’ like this:

“We have your son. We will make sure he will no longer be able to care for himself or interact socially as long as he lives. This is only the beginning…Autism.”
“We have your son. We are destroying his ability for social interaction and driving him into a life of complete isolation. It’s up to you now…Asperger’s Syndrome”
“We have your daughter. We are making her wash her hands until they are raw, everyday. This is only the beginning…OCD”
“We are in possession of your son. We are making him squirm and fidget until he is a detriment to himself and those around him. Ignore this and your kid will pay…ADHD”

These ads spurred an activist movement that surprised their creators and sponsors. Autism advocates mobilized immediately to protest the implied hopelessness and inaccurate perceptions in these “notes”. Bloggers like Kristina of AutismVox and Vicki of Speak Softly stepped up, spread the word, and eventually were quoted in the New York Times. I read great posts by Mom-nos and Dr. Joe, both parents of children with autism. If you follow the trail from these four, you’ll find many, many more blogs that addressed the topic — written by parents of children with autism and adults with autism and Asperger’s Syndrome.
The campaign has been abruptly halted because of the negative responses. Dr. Harold Koplewicz, head of the Study Center that initiated the Ransom Notes campaign, made a public statement of apology, ending it thus:

“…Our goal was to start a national dialogue. Now that we have the public’s attention, we need your help. We would like to move forward and harness the energy that this campaign has generated to work together so that we do not lose one more day in the lives of these children.

“We invite all of you to continue this conversation online at a “town hall” meeting that we will hold early next year as we plan the next phase of our national public awareness campaign on child mental health. Look for details on our web site www.AboutOurKids.org.”

Well, as the saying goes, the road to you-know-where is paved with good intentions. Gaining the public’s attention by using shock isn’t a new tactic in advertising, whether commercial or public service. Autism isn’t new, either.

But considering that awareness is the lowest form of knowledge, far behind comprehension, application, and analysis, shouldn’t any public relations campaign be far better quality than this one? The autism movement has moved well beyond the awareness stage. Any major attention-getting ideas should be beyond that stage, too.

But you know what I say, “Should” is a bogus word. It’s meaningless, really.

I wonder what kind of “ransom note” they’d come up with for a hearing impaired mom, happily married, well-educated, professional, raising a teen and a college student? If you haven’t guessed, that’s me. And don’t bother with negative attention-getting behavior, either. I’ve taught too long to fall for that.

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>funday — Thursday?

>Reasons I predict the Packers to win tonight:

  • Favre hasn’t won yet in Dallas. It’s time. (Remember KC? Same thing.)
  • Youth and good health (receiving corps) + Experience (quarterback) = Win
  • Al Harris vs. T.O. — Harris is all talent, no ego. ‘Nuff said.
  • Packers are looking much better than they did at Chicago, their only loss.
  • Mason Crosby’s kicks have come through in a pinch — several pinches, in fact.
  • Tony Romo grew up idolizing Brett Favre. Beat his idol? No way.
  • And the final reason: It’s just a game, after all. And the Packers enjoy it and play it very, very well.

And as to the other “game” tonight, the NFL Network vs. Home Town Fans: we’ll leave the outcome to you, executives. But remember: Lambeau Field has been sold out for decades, not just years. We don’t even know what television blackouts are in Wisconsin. Packer fans have gone to the legislature, for heaven’s sake, to preserve their right to watch the games.
So without further ado, I’m going to pop a pizza in the oven and reach for my cheesehead.

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>Just when you thought it was safe to stop cleaning…

>I had just finished cleaning up the majority of the wake of Thanksgiving dinner at our house when this email turned up in my school inbox.

“I received a phone call this afternoon stating that the BOE [Board of
Education] has to go into closed session from 6:30 – 7:00 next Monday night.
They need a classroom to hold the closed session and due to your proximity to
the LMC [library], you win ~lucky you! Please see me regarding how the Powers
That Be mentioned setting up the room.”

Our local school board meets in a variety of venues throughout the year. This month, you guessed it, it’s my building. And as you can tell by the principal’s note, my room is the closest to the library, where the majority of the meeting will be held. When it’s time to meet in “closed session,” they’ll move into my room.

Most board members will be too busy with the meeting agenda to look around them. But just like at home, I’d like to make sure the room reflects positively on me and my students.

So… my lesson plans for Monday will include:

–desk cleaning for every student
–floor cleaning ( a pet peeve: how can so many pencils go rolling around the floor each day? Pick them up!)
–straightening the Book Nook and Reading Table
–cleaning/ straightening my own desk (kind of a scary proposition)
–adding tape to any art works threatening to fall from wall
–find out what kind of arrangement the board wants
–involve the students in any necessary re-arranging

I feel like my storage area on top of the cupboards is very cluttered, but there’s not much I can do. Most of what I own is up there in boxes, and most of those boxes are full of books. Maybe I can straighten the boxes a little. The counter area is a bit overcrowded, too. But anything I move from the counter will end up on top of the cupboards, making that area worse. I think I’m stuck on this one.
My overhead screen doesn’t stay down unless I loop the cord around a hook below the chalk tray. It’s quite worn, too. I can’t avoid that; it will have to be Exhibit A in the impact of revenue caps.
Since it’s still November, the basic room decor can stay the same. I don’t feel pressured to put up anything that screams “Holidays!!” quite yet — if ever, that is.

I’m sure this is a case of Murphy’s Law. If I do nothing, board members will look around the room and comment on it to my principal. If I knock myself out getting the room ready, their closed session will either be very short or cancelled altogether, and no one will even look beyond the door of the room.

I’ll feel best about the whole situation if I approach it with the children as a matter of pride in their surroundings, ownership of their learning space. Then, no matter what happens at the evening meeting, I’ll know I grabbed the teachable moment.

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>And the dominoes fall…

>It’s that time of year again: State Test Season.
Before we go any farther, this disclaimer: Accountability is good. Quality assessment is good. I do not object to using a test to evaluate my students’ skills.
I do, however, object to the negative effect that state testing, as per the requirements of federal law, has on instruction. Here we go, folks. Fasten your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

For just over two weeks, my students will have no writing classes. None. That period of the day is designated for test-taking.
A test period also displaces their weekly art class.
Rescheduling the art class cancels math on Tuesdays.
Rescheduling art also results in my orchestra students having to reschedule their weekly small group lesson.
Rescheduling their lesson means pulling out a third of my class during social studies.
Another class needs to use the computer lab as a test venue during our usual lab time. This means that we can’t use the lab for keyboarding lessons for two weeks.
Back to the beginning. Scheduling tests during our writing workshop also means moving their morning recess.
Moving recess cuts fifteen minutes out of reading class each day.
Moving recess also cancels our weekly library checkout. Rescheduling that changes spelling and penmanship lessons, which means those have to be skipped or taught some other time, forcing another domino to tip….

Now add in time for handing out pencils, scratch paper, and gum or snacks, and instructional minutes get reduced even further.
And that doesn’t count the make-up tests for those who were absent.

After the Test Window, I’ll pack up the booklets and send them off to the scoring lab. Out of sight, out of mind, until the scores come back in the spring.
And then I can teach again. My students can learn again. School, in earnest, can begin again.

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>An open letter to Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.

>Dear Mr. Kennedy;
I was concerned with the tone of your recent article on The Huffington Post. I speak as the mother of a child on the autism spectrum, and I also speak as a teacher. Frankly, your writing was inflammatory and biased. Here is my professional assessment.
You chose to use dramatic vocabulary such as “brain-killing poison” rather than defining such chemicals or citing actual resources and studies. You referred vaguely to “patronizing” and “poisonous” attacks on a specific group of people (mothers of autistic children who espouse a particular viewpoint), but you did not support your point of view with details or examples. Leaning on your own personal experiences, no matter how extensive those conversations, emails, and letters, does not prove a particular side or argument correct.
By describing Katie Wright and her group as “calm, grounded, and extraordinarily patient….highly educated…” you managed to imply that parents who disagree must be otherwise. By claiming that “…a rational person might do some more investigation”, you again imply that those who disagree must be irrational and have not done their homework.
The only source you quote is your own personal web site. Where are the “hundreds of research studies from dozens of countries…” to which you allude? Where are the links to the other research, that which you call”flimsy” and “borderline fraud,” part of the “…campaign of obfuscation and public deception”?
The piece is, quite simply, poorly written. It is laden with assumptions, name-calling, and emotionally charged words. It is missing research, references, and “dispassionate and diligent investigation” of its own.
Grade? D minus. Mr. Kennedy, in order to be convincing, even opinion needs to be backed up with facts.
Sincerely,
Daisy

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>What’s up your sk*rt?

>A close friend snuck a sign on my classroom door last year when I wasn’t looking. In a typically artistic font, mounted on two colors of tagboard, and laminated to boot, it announced: “Caution: I have a tuba and I’m not afraid to play it!”
Well, it’s not 100% accurate. I did play tuba for a long time, but I haven’t picked one up in at least 20 years. I like to claim that I wasn’t a very good player, just enough of a musician to fake it. Sometimes I’ve even joked that I knew how to end up where the boys were — sitting in the low brass section of the band. At that time, (the mid to late 70s if you must know) instruments had not yet gone unisex. The one boy who played flute (now a professional musician) and the few girls who played trombone and tuba tended to be free spirits, those gutsy types who were willing to try something out of the norm.
My friends from those days are surprised to hear that I joined a traditionally female profession, teaching elementary school, got married and had kids, and now drive (gasp) a minivan.
But inside this teacher’s skirts you’ll still find:

  • a politically active mom, passionate for causes that matter to my family and my students
  • an environmentalist who thinks globally and acts locally
  • a “pundit blogger” who will say what she thinks and grab the bull by the horns
  • a closet biker who keeps threatening to buy a Harley for her midlife crisis.

I wouldn’t judge a book by its cover, and I’ll let all of you know — don’t judge a woman by her skirts. You never know what’s on her Blackberry, her laptop, but most of all, her mind.

Parent Bloggers Network and Girl Con Queso are featuring a new site called sk*rt. Sk*rt bills itself as a “new social bookmarking site for women (and the men who want to get in their heads)”. They’re sponsoring a creative Blog Blast this week under the topic, “What’s up your sk*rt?”

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>I am, i said

>According to the new family everyday site, I am most like TV Mom Carol Brady. Huh? Moi? Some quizzes are better than others. I’m still waiting for my Alice to show up and cook for us.

According to this one, I am a Pundit Blogger. Pundit? Oh, Mr. Word Person (aka Husband), is that accurate? I’ll let you decide. If I answered the questions correctly and honestly, I guess i could take this as a compliment. I don’t know about “truly appreciated by many” because my readership is loyal, but limited. Insightful? Maybe. I like to think some of my posts might show insight of a sort.

You Are a Pundit Blogger!

Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read.
Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few

Curious? Try it yourself!

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>resting, refreshing beverages, and reading — news, that is

>I am a bit of a news junkie. I won’t give up my daily paper, provincial though it is. I surf the online headlines when I can. When we travel (which isn’t often, I confess) one of my chief pleasures is picking up a major paper wherever we are and reading it, cover to cover.
Why? Perspective. Keeping informed is important, but keeping perspective is essential. Knowing what’s happening is good, but without background and detail, that knowledge doesn’t get beyond the first level of Bloom’s Taxonomy.
Yes, I’m talking like a teacher. Teaching is a great field. My progressive state senator has called it a noble profession. I love my work. I need to repeat that; I love my work.
There are times when I dread my job.
I dread the nasty phone calls and meetings with parents who claim intimate knowledge of what I “should” be teaching, but barely handled high school themselves.
I dread the harassment of special needs students. Yes, it happens, at school and in the neighborhood, and I will continue to fight this through education, not bullying or verbal harassment.
I dread writing up yet another discipline referral and knowing that the only good it might do is to create a paper trail.
I dread the reactions of parents who claim their innocent angels couldn’t possibly have misbehaved. It must have been another Student/Teacher/Someonelse’s fault.
I dread reading yet another headline saying that scores on yet another bubble test will result in judging the quality of my instruction.
Hello?!! Is anyone listening? There are so many good families, good students, no, great families and great students, that the negativity shouldn’t take over. But ‘shoulds‘ are bogus, the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and the positive (and analytical) people are much quieter than the others.
If Greenpeace and a Japanese whaling ship can co-exist and one offer assistance to the other, but elementary school parents can not, what does that say about our neighborhood? Our town? Not much, people, not much.
Of course, I’m sure that’s my fault, too.

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>But the polls just closed!

>Didn’t I just say, I mean JUST say on Monday, no less, that I wasn’t going to even think about the potential for a flu pandemic until after the election? Well, the election is over, I’ve started to relax, and look what Mir posted. I like her attitude, though; she wants to go for the ice cream instead of six months of freeze-dried meals to hide under the bed.
So as long as I’m thinking about it — I have a freezer full of various foodstuffs, and our back hallway/pantry is pretty well stocked, but I’m not looking at 6 weeks or 90 days by any means. We feel fortunate if we can skip grocery shopping one weekend and just buy bread & milk & bunny food. If we plan well enough, we can do that frequently. Honestly, we could wait out several days worth of blizzard with what we have on hand.
It’s more practical in my book to plan for a blizzard than for a pandemic. If global warming gets significantly worse, I won’t even have to plan for those. But in the meantime, I think I’ll revise this to reflect the latest panic warnings. It will help me keep my head on straight and my priorities in order.

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>Random Sights on Election Day thus far

>At the polls:

  • a long line (Yippee! People taking seriously their responsibility to vote)
  • voters of all ages, from college on up
  • professionals on their way to work, dressed in their office best
  • everyday folk, dressed in their jeans and sweatshirts
  • a few carrying coffee cups
  • a voter carrying his bike wheel (one of those with the detachable front wheel to prevent theft, I think)
  • a mom and dad with their sleepy toddler in a stroller
  • a man in his pajama pants, big t-shirt, and slippers
  • two firefighters in uniform
  • a lot of friendly, talkative people who didn’t mind waiting in line

Bumper stickers:

  • If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.
  • Proud, patriotic, and pagan
  • I’m pro-accordion, and I vote. (<--my favorite)

And more:

  • The man in his pajamas was the first voter in line at our polling place. He came out the door, saw all of us still waiting, lifted his arms in the air and announced, “I’m number 1!” and proceeded to stick his “I Voted” sticker on his forehead. Yes, we laughed.
  • A residence life staffer from a nearby college told me that they’re running shuttles at regular intervals to all the polls that serve the campus. This young man also let me go ahead of him in line while he waited for a friend who was registering.
  • I teach in a school building that is also a polling place. We had 5th graders dressed in red, white, and blue holding doors for people as they came into our building. The kids got a great view of democracy in action, and the voters got a chance to meet some good kids.
  • The poll workers at our school request the location (are you ready for this?) because we provide them with comfortable chairs for the day. Many workers are elderly, and they work long shifts, so those of us with good quality office-style desk chairs loan them out for the day. It’s the least we can do to support these wonderful people.

I posted early this evening because I’m almost afraid to watch the results tonight. I’m quite nervous about the close races in our district. If they go the wrong way…. well, I won’t think about it.

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