>I’ll pass the test, Mr. President, but give me a chance.

>Dear President Obama;

I’m worried. My state, like many others, is in a budget crisis, and it’s affecting education. Wisconsin is one of many who covet a piece of the economic stimulus pie. To stand a chance, however, we’d have to change laws. Important laws. Laws that govern how I do my job – and how to evaluate if I’m doing it right.

Mr. President, in order to be eligible for stimulus money, test scores must be used as part of teacher evaluations. That’s where I get nervous.

You see, Mr. Obama, I teach in a unique neighborhood. The gap between the Haves and the Have-Nots is huge. You name it, I teach kids who’ve lived it. Poverty. Homelessness. Abuse, physical and otherwise. English Language Learners who read at a kindergarten level – in fourth grade. Transient families who move at least twice each year. Families who care about their children and want them to learn, but struggle to pay the rent and put food on the table, with no energy left for homework assistance, no money for books.

This is a great school with a great staff. We’re not shy about accountability. Sit in on a staff meeting and you’ll hear us discuss ways to do more with less- less money, less time, less respect.

However, we can’t control our raw product. If I were producing paper and received an inferior load of pulpwood, I’d refuse to accept it. If I ran a restaurant and my supplier brought me poor quality meat, I’d send it back. I can’t control my class list; I have to teach them all, reach them all. That challenge is a part of the joy of my work.

I speak for many teachers when I say we want all children to succeed. We continue to work with each child, finding time when there is none, motivating those who are incredibly behind to make as much progress as possible. I’d love to see the child who reads like a second grader improve to a fifth grade level on my watch. I’ll work toward that goal every minute that this young person is in my class. But if this child fails a state test one day, a test mandated by the folks in some faraway city, should it hurt my career? My paycheck? My job security? My reputation?

If the child with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder runs out of medicine the day of the test, please don’t blame me for the way her scores drop when she can’t focus. I want her to succeed even more than she does. When the bipolar student hits a major depression, let me help him get counseling and medical care; don’t force me to force him to fill in the bubbles on a high-stakes exam.

President Obama, please rethink this part of your program. Instead of No Teacher Left Untested, let’s apply stimulus money toward leaving no child behind.

Sincerely,

Daisy

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>Random thoughts and sights near my classroom

>On top of my file cabinet, in front of the sub folders, evidence exists that I’m a fan of books and small cute animals. Underneath it all, I’m still a Green Bay Packers fan. That, and the top of the file cabinet is ugly as all get out, so I used the title towel to cover the worst of it.

The main train poster looks great in the hallway. With La Petite and Chuck (the man with the shoes) to advise me, I made this one myself.

The scene below was outside my classroom window one morning. The three fifth graders had a little trouble with a tangled rope on the flagpole, and the liaison officer stepped in to help. It’s such a great feeling to see kids getting a positive experience with a police officer – when many in our neighborhood see only the negative side of law enforcement.

The picture I didn’t take – the dead squirrel on the ground under a tree and the young girls surrounding it, looking for all the world like they were having a funeral. Some events don’t translate quite as well to the blog space. You’re welcome.

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>Seven Ways I’m not "Green Enough" – and why it’s okay

>I have a talent recognized by me coworkers; I can rationalize almost anything. This skill comes in handy when applying for grant money or writing persuasive papers. In the real world, rationalizing helps balance wishes with reality. I wish I could be more eco-conscious, but when all is said and done, I’m pretty darn good. Here are my confessions, along with the rationale for each weakness.

1. I don’t own a clothesline.

Family members have seasonal allergies, so hanging clothes in the pollen-filled breeze is a bad idea. Sleeping in sheets dried outside will trigger sneezing and wheezing at the least, hives at worst.

2. I use commercial laundry detergent and dishwasher soap, too.
Time is money and money is time, so making and experimenting with DIY soaps isn’t practical. I do use anti-static dryer balls instead of fabric softener in all loads but delicate. The Balls don’t work as well with sweaters.

3. I drive a minivan.

We still need to move La Petite back and forth to college a few more times, and the minivan is also the only vehicle (short of a full sized van) that will hold Amigo’s recumbent 3-wheeler. This is a need, not a want. My elderly minivan (a 1998 Pontiac Transport-Montana) would have qualified in the recent Cash for Clunkers rebate. I didn’t do it. The new, and smaller and more fuel efficient vehicles are great in concept, but I don’t think the program would have rewarded me for trading one minivan in for another, not to mention the challenge of making car payments and tuition at the same time.

4. Chuck (the husband with the cool shoes) buys bottled water, and I don’t stop him.

This is a convenience issue. He needs to be able to grab a bottle and go, taking it with him on the job. Amigo and I solve this by filling our reusable bottles at the school’s water fountains (bubblers, in the local vernacular). Chuck doesn’t. Oh, well, it’s a balance.

5. I use paper coffee filters.

I compost them. ‘Nuff said.

6. I don’t compost year-round.

This is a weather/ climate problem. I’ve noticed that scraps placed in the bin in October or November will still be whole and recognizable in late March or April when it’s time to spread the compost and till the garden plot. It’s simply too cold here in the Northern Realms for the process to happen naturally. The bin itself is in the back of the yard, difficult to get to in the snowy Wisconsin winters. I’m working on this dilemma; I’ve placed the new composter where I can reach it in midwinter, and I plan to let the big bin sit for an additional year. Eventually, I’ll be letting one sit and decompose while I fill the other, and then switch.


7. We don’t use cloth bags at the grocery store – well, not all the time.

Amigo and Chuck do the grocery shopping and do it well. They prefer not to be bogged down in details like bringing bags to the store. When it’s just me, I re-use the paper bags they bring home. If we’re just stopping in for a few things, we use the cloth bags I keep in a convenient place at home or in the car’s glove box. It’s a start, and we’re getting better. We hardly ever get “new” plastic bags in the house any more. Again (see #4) it’s about balance.

So on we go, along the long and winding road of getting greener each day. It’s discouraging sometimes, when spreading the word feels like trying to teach kids to work on their math without talking (if you know the secret, I’m listening). But as my eco-colleague says over at the Green Phone Booth, feeling overwhelmed doesn’t have to mean becoming immobile.

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>The first week of teaching — for a gardener

>A week of teaching means little or no time in the garden. My poor tomatoes are gasping for breath, craving water. My beans are doing fine at the end of their growing season. Parsley looks good, and the bunnies are happy with that news. But the squash, you ask, the squash…


How did I miss these huge zucchini? Where did they come from? How did they get so, well, huge??


I didn’t plant any yellow squash this year. Who snuck in and cross- pollinated my greens with yellow? There are two more on this vine, even tinier than the two you see with the blossoms still on.

And last, but surely not least, the white pumpkins (if that’s indeed what they are) have been joined by what might be one of their orange counterparts. Maybe. Perhaps. I didn’t plant this, either.
Did someone or some thing sneak into my garden recently? It’s a mystery, all right.

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>Ah, Zorba, your Summer Veggie-Corn Chowder is delicious.

>An open letter to Zorba Paster of Public Radio fame:

Dear Dr. Paster (May I call you Zorba?); I enjoy your heart-healthy recipes. I find most of them delicious and practical. I often print out the good ones on Saturday morning as I’m making my list for the Farmers’ Market. When I heard Summer Vegetable-Corn Chowder, my reaction was “MMmmmm! Must make this!”

But Zorba, there were a few weak spots in this one. I present it here to share with my readers, complete with my own Daisy-style commentary.

2 potatoes, peeled and diced (What kind of potato? Russet? Red? Yukon gold? Blue?)
1/4 cup leeks, sliced thinly (I’ve never cooked with leeks before. This will be fun.)
1/4 cup red onion, diced
1/4 cup celery (feed the leftovers to the rabbits, of course)
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 Tablespoon margarine
2 cups low-sodium broth (my homemade broth is low sodium, but somewhat higher in fat)
2 Tablespoons cornstarch
4 cups skim milk
2 16 oz. cans Corn (Cans? Zorba, it’s harvest season! Get fresh corn! Cans? No way.)
1 cup evaporated skim milk
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon hot pepper sauce
1/4 cup parsley, minced (this came from the garden, and the bunnies got the leftovers)
1 Tablespoon Dill Weed (I skipped this)

But wait – before we even start. Dr. Zorba, this recipe aired in late August. Really. Think about it. What do gardeners and farmers’ markets have in abundance in late August? Zucchini!! Where’s the zucchini in this recipe? And how about herbs? They’re all over, fresh as can be.
I added 1/2 cup grated zucchini and at least a Tablespoon each of thyme and oregano and rosemary. The house (and my hands while cooking) smelled wonderful.

Back to business. In a large soup pot over medium heat, add chicken broth, potatoes, leek, onion, and celery. Add in margarine and garlic. Cover and simmer 25 minutes, stirring frequently.
In a saucepan, dissolve cornstarch in cold skim milk. Whisk over medium high heat until thickened, and then whisk into soup pot. Add corn (cans? Hmph, I used fresh corn), evaporated skim milk, salt, and hot pepper sauce to pot. Simmer uncovered for 15 minutes. Stir occasionally to thicken the chowder. Don’t allow to boil! Serve warm in bowls, topped with parsley and dill.

I had fairly good luck with this recipe. I wish I had cut it in half. It says “serves 6” and they mean it. I was feeding three, and I could have halved the recipe and still haved, er, had plenty.
It wasn’t thick enough for my taste – I like my chowders thick and creamy – but I think that was my fault. I was feeling impatient and hungry and the teenager was too, so I rushed the cornstarch and milk step. Had I given it more time, the chowder might have been thicker. As it was, the soup was still delicious and the house smelled heavenly.

Really, Zorba, I like going to your web site and finding full nutritional details for the recipe along with many other heart healthy selections. Right now I’m searching for recipes with fresh vegetables, and this one fit the bill.


But really. Canned corn? Bleh.

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>Random thoughts on browsing the newspaper

>A small feature in the state section notes that homeowners are using less water. The Public Service Commission found that we residential Wisconsinites are using 7% less water than we used to use. Maybe the rain barrel craze is helping with that number.

In the National section: For those without a job, Labor Day is just another day in the struggle. For laid off teachers and school paraprofessionals, it’s a reminder that the school year is starting without them. It’s not that they’re not necessary; the fact is that budgets are too tight to hire enough staff to fully meet student needs.

The editorial cartoon by Joe Heller reminded me of what I heard on NPR the other day: the H1N1 cases we know are just the tip of the iceberg.

Preparedness is a balancing act. I’m stocking the freezer and the medicine cabinet, washing my hands frequently, and in general taking all the precautions I can to prevent H1N1 from devastating my family. I’ll be prepared, but I’m not going to worry outright until it happens close to home.

One commentary writer put the Obama speech in perspective with a satirical column asking “How dare Obama urge kids to succeed?” Really, folks. How did this planned short speech take on such conspiratorial tones? It’s not a campaign, it’s not a dramatic town meeting on health care reform. Whether your family supports President Obama or not, it’s time to respect the office if not the man. Let’s teach our children to listen and think and interpret what they hear rather than to plug their ears and shut out the elected leader of the free world.

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>Back to school and Pondering Potter

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Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place.

What makes a book or series worth re-reading? A good story, believable and likable characters, a unique world so strange and splendid it can’t be imagined – unless described by a brilliant storyteller. Harry Potter is one such series.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone has a special magic. The shortest of the seven, it introduces Harry and his readers to a whole new world: a world of magic. Witches, wizards, a sport played on flying broomsticks, owl post, powerful potions, and more incredible yet believable things exist in this parallel world. In The Sorcerer’s Stone, Harry first learns of his family and his wizard identity.

Readers can share his awe as he learns that his new school has its own train that leaves from platform Nine and Three Quarters at Kings Cross Station. Somewhere between platforms nine and ten, he encounters the Weasley family, asks them for help finding the train, befriends Ron, and the rest, as they say, is history. Mythology? Legend? Wizardry? Ghostology?

I enjoy rereading The Sorcerer’s Stone because of JK Rowling’s genius. The settings are magically unique, but she describes them in a matter of fact tone so that we readers know this is only the beginning of the mysteries to come. When she describes the staircases at Hogwarts’ School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, all 142 of them: “…wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday…” it’s simply in a paragraph about Harry attempting to learn his way to his classes.

And the classes! No Intro to British Lit here. Harry takes History of Magic (taught by a ghost), Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and the cursed (literally, but we don’t know that until a later book) Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The “strange and splendid place” in the first line is the Great Hall as Harry sees it on his arrival at Hogwarts. In his limited upbringing by his neglectful Muggle (non-magical) relatives, he had never even dared imagine a world so wonderful.

Thankfully for all readers, JK Rowling did imagine such a strange and splendid place – a world nearby, yet far different from our everyday Muggle existance. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone stands on its own as a wonderful story and sets up the reading world for an adventure that begins – and ends, several books later – on Platform Nine and Three Quarters at Kings Cross Station.

My students won’t have wands, owls, or school robes. They’ll write their assignments with pen on paper or type them on computers, not ink and quill on parchment. One of my challenges, though, is to create a safe place for them to experiment, read, and write. Maybe one of them will create a strange and splendid story for another generation – some magical day in the future.

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>Before and After: the school poster story

>Step one: I took all the posters out of the drawers, spread them out, sorted the collection. What a mess! To top it all off, I didn’t have anything that illustrated the theme for this year: trains, the Fourth Grade Express.
I attacked it the way I attacked the dearth of science posters a few years ago: with clip art and the overhead projector. Decidedly low tech, but also low or no cost, it worked for me. Luckily, my artistic daughter and my husband’s knowledge of trains provided the needed boost to make these posters come alive. Here’s the rough draft of the “Read” poster.

Here’s the big view of three posters above my students’ lockers.

Here is the final product of the “Read” poster. La Petite decorated the city, added a sunrise, and made all three passengers reading during their commute.


What would I do without family? No, don’t answer that. Family members who willingly help with a school project are truly priceless.

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>Blanching and Freezing Beans: Yes, I Can!

>According to my Twitter friend City Slipper, blanching is easy. I just need a colander and a big
stockpot for boiling water. But wait – my colanders are too big, or my stockpots are too small!


Okay, the steamer basket fits. I can do this.

Step one: bring water to a boil. Lower beans into water. Bring water back to a boil, and boil for three minutes. I can do that. Yes, if you’re wondering, those are indeed Daisy’ Famous Green Bay Packer beans.

After the three minutes, put the beans in ice water for three minutes to cool.

Remove from ice water, and then dry. I had all three steps going at once in my tiny kitchen. Packer beans boiling, green beans cooling, and yellow wax beans drying.


Since the drying step takes the longest, I eventually had all the beans spread out on the counter at once. I froze them in quart-size Ziploc vaccuum bags. Some time in December or January, we’ll have really good beans, better than anything on the grocery store shelves.

The best part of cooking these will be knowing they were grown locally. About a third of this batch grew in my garden; the rest came from the farmers’ market. It took a little research and a little time, but this action was worth it.

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>Questions on examining a Class List

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Is that Samantha, Sam, Sami, Sammie, or something entirely different?

How about Edward? Ed, Eddie, Ted, Teddy, Ward?

No, William, I won’t call you Squilliam, despite the SpongBob reference. Will, Bill, Willy, Billy, or anything like it will do. And Jake? No, “the Snake” is not an appropriate school nickname.

Does Dominic go by Dom, Nick, Nicky, or Domo? If Benjamin can be Benjie, I suppose Dom could be Domi.

Elizabeth is Ella, not Lizzy or Beth. Isabel is Izzy, and Christopher is Topher, not Chris.

How about Clayton and Carlton? Clay & Carl? Or not? Oh, wait, one of them goes by CJ.

How many Ashleys and Emilys can there be in one grade?

Then we get the creative spellings. I don’t even want to go there.

But after I master the name game, we’re good. I hope and plan that we’re ready for a good year.

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