>To Do, Ta-Dah! and the pile I don’t want to face

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That’s it. The “pile I can’t face today.” As character Frank Wheeler put it in Revolutionary Road, there’s an inbox, an outbox, and this pile. School is out for summer as of Friday morning, so I need to attack this pile now. Immediately. ASAP. Attack, full on, with the tools of the trade: file cabinet, recycle bin, shredder, and wastebasket.
Some will go home with students. The interoffice envelopes on the left are actually weekly take-home folders. Students deliver these to their parents on Fridays stuffed with memos, and bring them back on Mondays, hopefully empty.
Any copies I haven’t used will either get filed for next year or added to my “oops” or “extras” box for reusable paper.
Teachers’ manuals will stay on the shelf, ready for next year.
Any homework still on the pile is graded & recorded and ready to go home.
By Thursday, the file trays will be empty. These trays hold the daily work, the sheets and answer keys and materials necessary for each day’s teaching. I can have kids rinse and wipe the trays as they finish cleaning their desks and lockers.
By Friday? All will be well with the world. The cabinet will be clean, the desk will be cleared, and the room ready for summer school.
Me? I’ll be ready to sleep in a little (’til 7 at least!) and play in the dirt to my heart’s content.

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>Word Choice: Three word responses

>One of my Plurk buddies suggested ignoring Twitter’s 140 character limit and going for the three word statement. Brevity is, after all, the hardest trait to master.

Or is it?
Good morning, all!
How are you?
Life goes on.
Son has fever.
He feels achy.
Too much sun?
Final exams looming.
He’s resting now.
Listening to NPR.

Maybe the six word memoirs style would be more effective.
No sun today; scattered showers instead.
Cool breeze here; feels so refreshing.
Husband cooked brunch; delicious as usual.
Basic weekend chores; laundry, report cards.

Life is good.

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>Teaching Wisdom from the Gardener

>Gardening is a thinking time. It’s a contemplative and meditative frame of mind while I’m digging, pulling, and patting the earth. The acts of planting or weeding take very little conscious concentration, and instead let my mind wander along other paths.

The first year of the garden I struggled. I planted some things that just didn’t work in the space and the soil. The grass and the creeping ivy kept invading. It took several years to get the remnants of grasses out of the garden plot. There’s a reason for the term “grass-roots organizing.” Grass roots are strong, they don’t let go, and they are determined to live on and prosper. I’ll keep that in mind as I write letters to my legislators at the state and federal level and ask for more equitable school funding formulas.

I’ve learned along the way. My first few years of teaching I relied on basics, taking the textbooks as my guides. As I learned more and gained confidence, my teaching methods improved and I began to differentiate for various learning styles and ability levels. Every year I garden I learn something new. Last year the sun just wasn’t reaching the plants the way they needed it, so I re-planned the whole layout this year. Oh, I almost forgot, we cut down a tree, too.

I call myself a lazy gardener. No one dares call me a lazy teacher! It’s okay to limit the amount of extra time I spend on schoolwork by prioritizing, focusing, and organizing. My family needs me, and I need Me Time, too. I’ve already decided to drop off one of the main committees at school when the year is done: the committee that does the test score data analysis, among other tasks. I stuck with it through the grant writing and the introductory collaboration, and now that I look at the summer commitments for this group, it’s going to be too much. The data analysis itself will require a whole new set of training and skills that are just not in my schedule right now. I serve my school well, and this specific committee will achieve its goals without my presence.

Lazy gardener? I plant, weed, and water, and eventually harvest. If the weeds aren’t totally eradicated, I don’t sweat it. But that’s not laziness, really. Compost takes a small amount of time, and it’s well worth the effort. Reading books and browsing web sites on gardening also helps, and those activities take time, too. I find the time investment worthwhile. It pays off later.

That leads to another item: time investments. I’m dropping off a major committee. I did, however, register for a course in teaching students with ADHD. In the past two years I’ve seen more students than ever with difficulty focusing, staying on task, resisting impulses, and more. Some have diagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder, some with and some without the Hyperactivity element. A few kids probably don’t have a medical reason for their difficulties, but can benefit from some of the ideas and knowledge I’ll gain from the course. It’s worth three graduate credits, but more than that, it’s well worth my time. This time investment will pay out later in direct and improved student contact.

I’ll probably do the bulk of the coursework for this graduate class on rainy days, a cup of coffee by my side, while the rain barrel fills and the garden soil soaks up the water. I’ll do the rest on the deck after watering and weeding and turning the compost. Balance? Summer is all about balance. Maybe that’s the best piece of wisdom of all.

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>Tomatoes in a nutshell, er, in an eggshell.

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Gardening and teaching. I could make a Venn diagram comparing and contrasting the two. I had a random thought today that teaching and gardening are similar in that we choose and match the techniques that work for our students or for our soil and plant choices. Last year I did a little research on growing tomatoes. I found loads and loads of ideas, many of which were ridiculously difficult. Typical of my style, I chose the pieces that I could easily incorporate into my own routine within the time limits of my own schedule and the budget limits of my own wallet.

Last year I worked with the soil by adding shredded newspaper under each plant to increase drainage. That meant I had to make sure the plants stayed watered well, but it helped prevent swamping when we had a lot of rain. I’ll do it again.

I also added eggshells. All the other fertilizers seemed to cost $$ or be difficult to find. My soil already includes home made compost, and the tomato plants move to a different part of the plot each year. I didn’t feel like I needed Miracle Grow or any other such commercial fertilizer.

Was it the weather? The newspapers? The eggshells? Could have been all or a combination of the three, but my plants outgrew the wire tomato cages so much they collapsed.

I’m going to follow the same plan this season with one exception. I have a different set of trellisses, and I’ll gently tie up the plant stems with old tee-shirt rags. Last year’s plants grew to 5 feet tall, and with support they may do even better.

I always have plenty of shredded papers, and I can feed newspaper through the shredder if I need more.

Eggshells? I’ve been collecting since before Easter. Aren’t they pretty?

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>In Which totally meaningless moments make my day

>I can’t tell you about my day. I’ve tried and tried, but it just comes out sounding whiny and petulant. Instead, I’ll tell you about the trivial items: the things that don’t matter, or shouldn’t matter.

Random act of kindness: I found the copy machine in mid-job running packets for someone and out of paper. I refilled it, let the packets finish, and then did my copying. And then – I left my book in the copy room. Urgh.

Lunch time entertainment: third grader down the hall who doesn’t even know me came up, called me by name (teachers’ names are common knowledge), and showed me her loose tooth. “Look, I know it’s going to come out today!” Fifteen minutes later (on my way to the copy room), I saw her in the post-lunch line holding a little envelope and sporting a huge grin. She was right; the wiggly tooth had only lasted a few more minutes!

Two kiddos got sick within minutes of each other this morning. The first came back after having her temp taken, but felt a little under the weather all day. The second went home looking flushed and feeling feverish. Fifth Disease is running through the school; I wonder if she had/has it. It’s highly contagious, so I might be next. Flu? Who needs it? We have plenty of viruses in our own without letting any flying piggies in.

I made myself coffee (saves me money; I do this a lot) and brought it to school in a small thermos. It’s the perfect size – about two mugs of decent coffee. Then I left the thermos at school. Sigh; I can use my backup insulated mug. I just don’t want to carry both home tomorrow after school.

Amigo’s Concert Attire is due tomorrow. He’ll have to dress casual/dressy for the final concert in another week. Will he know how? We’ll see. Could be fun! I always enjoy his concerts.

And finally, last but never least, I planted zucchini squash after school. Beans, peas, and squash are now in. Rain? Bring it on!

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>Shoes and Dreams and — career changes?

>I heard bad news from a teacher friend recently; she’s discouraged and depressed with her field of work and looking to make a new career start. I don’t know where she’s going, but it’ll be a great loss to her coworkers and students.

She turned up in my dreams last night, and I must email her about it. I don’t remember the entire dream (I should have written it down right away!), but I remember her convincing me to buy sturdy but fashionable boots with a small heel rather than white patent leather ballet flats. As we packed up to travel (where were we going? I don’t think I knew), she reminded me to leave a stack of old wicker baskets and other bulky excess baggage behind.

I see meaning in this already. Like my friend, I’ve experienced a very discouraging year of teaching. Lack of administrative support, poor or non-existent communication, failure to respect the classroom teacher’s workload, and more, have led to an outrageous level of emotional wear and tear. It’s the kind of year that leads teachers to joke about installing a Prozac Salt Lick in the lounge. Beneath the joke, however, is the reality that our work is challenging, demanding, and often depressing.

The shoes – why were we shoe shopping together? Is there meaning in that, too? I was admiring a tiny, shiny pair of white patent leather flats that looked great on my feet when I heard her voice reminding me that this wasn’t what I was shopping for. Dressy and impractical shoes wouldn’t carry me where I was going. The boots, however, were attractive, sturdy leather, and strong. They would support my feet and ankles walking on an airport concourse or riding a motorcycle. These classy boots were a worthwhile investment in fashion and in my own health.

The baskets were used, in excellent shape, but of limited use. I could see myself in this scene easily. I’m a scavenger, spending pennies on second-hand items or picking up freebies and donations for use in my classroom. Maybe this scene has less to do with eliminating excess emotional baggage in my career and more to do with focus on the economic situation. It’s possible that the message is actually this: beware of being pennywise and pound foolish.

In any case, I’m sad to hear she’s leaving the field of education. She’s brilliant, caring, and practical. When we worked together, our strengths complimented each others for the benefit of the students we served. Those children grew emotionally and academically in our care. We knew it, and we felt good about it. Now we’re both experiencing the perfect storm of budget cuts, rising expectations, and poor public relations. Doing even more with even less is reaching an impossible level.

She’s leaving teaching. Maybe I should take her shoe shopping before she goes…

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>Happy Mothers’ Day!

>Happy Mothers Day! Rather than spend this day online when I’d rather be waited on hand and foot (I can dream, can’t I?), I’ll send you to some other Motherly posts.

Do they get it from me, or do I get it from them?

A story from my MIL’s past, involving (of course) a garden.

Was it only a year ago that Momocrats inspired moms to write about our dreams of peace?

Mom’s minivan is also known as Taxi.

Mother-daughter bonding can take many forms.

The parent-child relationship goes two ways in this sandwich generation.

It’s not on Compost Happens, but here’s a link to the annual calculations for the Worth of a Mom

Then again, there’s the group blog MidCentury Modern Moms. I’m up on Thursdays.

Enjoy your Mothers’ Day!!

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>Going green means staying green

>”GO GREEN!” screamed the email from the wellness coordinator. I joined in, of course, and then laughed when I saw the program’s suggestions. It’s great for beginners, but for an eco-conscious family like mine, most of the ideas were habits already built into our everyday lives.

Green sometimes means an investment that will pay off later. Cloth napkins, for example, cost me a few bucks (I’m a bargain shopper, so I do mean only a few). Since I bought the first batch, however, we haven’t purchased paper napkins at all.

Dryer balls cost a little, and I do mean a little. I spent less for the pair than I normally do for a bottle of Downy, and I expect them to last longer. Less $$, fewer chemicals, and it’s a winner with me! I’ve heard that an old pair of tennis balls will have the same effect. I plan to keep my eyes open at rummage sales and try this technique, re-using and re-purposing: both frugal and green.

As I updated my Go Green participation record, I noticed that the one-point activities were second nature. Recycling at home and at work, using a reusable lunch bag and a washable coffee mug at work, printing/ copying on both sides of the paper; I do these as a matter of course. The high-point earners, the permanent changes, are either things we already did or a little less common. Start a compost pile, install a programmable thermostat, insulate the water heater: these are all 4 point activities, investments we made years ago. Install aerators on the faucets, low-flow showerheads and low-flow toilets, vote for a green candidate: well, we do those 3-pointers, too. We can do better, though: we could easily refurbish furniture, change to a few more CFL bulbs, and lower the water-heater temperature.

Go Green’s list suggests caulking or weatherstripping windows. We’re taking that a major step farther by replacing several old windows that may be original to the house (c. 1890). They’re lovely, but leaky. The investment in new windows will be a good one. I gulped and gasped when I saw the bill, but in reality, it’s reasonable. It will pay for itself within a few years in energy savings. We may get a rebate for energy efficiency, too, if Husband’s research is correct. As for comfort, better windows can only improve the indoor climate. No more drafty kitchen when the wind blows! The back hallway/ pantry might not be cold enough for a psuedo-root cellar any more! Oh, wait, maybe that’s a small disadvantage….

The Go Green program limits participants by not allowing any one activity more than once in a given day. Even with few four-point pieces, I’m easily reaching the maximum nine points each day. That tells me that integrating small habits can be a big deal. Yes, Kermit, it is easy being green.

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>Pandemic Flu – just a phase?

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Seasonal Influenza vs. Pandemic flu: do you know the difference?
Seasonal Influenza in my neck of the woods (the Northern Hemisphere, Midwestern U.S.) happens in winter. The virus starts spreading in November or December and eventually peaks in late January or early February, affecting (infecting?) 5 – 20% of the population.

Pandemic Flu can come at any time, any season. It might occur 3-4 times in one century, affecting (infecting?) 25-50% of the population. Pandemic flu puts all age groups at risk, not just the elderly, the infirm, and the young.

Watching the news got me thinking (a dangerous pastime, I know). We’re at Phase 5 now. Phase 6 is the actual pandemic period itself. When I started training to be a public health volunteer, we were in Phase 3, avian flu was the big headline-maker, and planning was in place “just in case.”

I’m alert, but not panicky, and if you know my paranoid streak, that’s significant. I’m a worrier. I’ll continue to track the news, stock my pantry, and wash my hands a lot. Then I’ll know that I’ve done all I can for my family and myself. But in the meantime, it feels a lot like the early Homeland Security warning system: Orange? Yellow? What does that mean? It means stock the pantry, but also pick up wine and cheese and stock up on firewood for cozy family get-togethers.

Source: notes and handouts from a Public Health Volunteer training, two years ago. For the most current information, look to the CDC or the Red Cross. Wash your hands often, and stay calm! Our Health Departments, state and federal, are ready for this. They’re taking precautions to prevent any true pandemic from being the killer it was in 1918.

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>Doing more with less leads to — Burnout.

>It happens to the best of us. Work, work, think, think, inject passion and knowledge and experience into daily tasks and long-range pieces. When the graph diverges with the effort line rising and the results line falling, falling despite the best knowledge, falling despite doing everything possible and more, then the danger grows. The danger of professional burnout.

When the teacher looks at a student and says to herself, “This kid has emotional problems beyond my training. I need to get him some help,” and the help just isn’t there? Burnout.

When the teacher reads research and thinks, “We need to intervene now so this child doesn’t grow up to be a scary statistic,” but there’s no one to talk to? Burnout.

When teachers can point out the bullies in their own school, but their efforts to stop them are rarely supported, what happens? Burnout.

My solutions? I do what I can. I do my best. Maybe my best stinks sometimes, but if that’s the only intervention available, at least it’s something.

I teach social skills to kids on both sides of the issues: the bullies and the victims. I teach the victims how to change their behavior when it draws negative attention to them. I teach the bullies that there is no tolerance for picking on another student. I catch as many misbehaviors as possible and stop them. I write up discipline referrals for those who go above and beyond the average everyday consequences.

Last time school was feeling inhospitable, I sat down at my computer and completed building plans for two kids. Working through the process reminded me that I know my students and know what they need. These plans will help them next year.

And then I go home. And I lay my head on the counter as the coffee reheats, doing my best to leave the day behind. Doing my best to remember that I’ve done my best, really.

And if I’m lucky, I’ll sleep. And I’ll wake up the next weekday to light my candle again, hope it won’t burn on both ends because I’m running out of strategies to put it out before it’s gone.

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