The price of time off

I only took the morning. In fact, I finagled two appointments in one morning so I could handle these issues with one morning off instead of a few hours or even two half days. See how teachers think? We hate being gone. Even in my current job, where I don’t have to prepare plans for a substitute, I don’t like being away from school.

I was rather pleased to manage my schedule in such a way as to minimize time off. But I couldn’t feel too smug; look what I faced when I got to school. This is my gradebook. The puffy A+ symbols mean that students have submitted work to be graded.  The only classes with nothing to grade are those that haven’t started yet.

Daisy’s Gradebook

The load was significant, too. Most of the section gradebooks had at least ten portfolios or tests in them.

I filled up my WSRA – Teaching Wisconsin to Read coffee mug and I hit the ground running, er, clicking. By the time the day was done, I had replied to seven parent emails, graded two science portfolios that came in the mail, and –well, see for yourself.

Daisy’s Gradebook – later

That’s a beautiful sight, those blue A+ icons. Now let’s see if I can be ready for Friday, when the first writing portfolio, a personal narrative, is due.

 

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October is the cruelest month.

Forget April; October is the month that throws us into a frenzy at the O.K. Chorale. Parent-teachers conferences, NFL football season, appointments, weather, and more, culminating with the ever-overwhelming state testing. This year involves more travel than ever.

Last year I traveled twice for testing. We’re a public charter school, so our students take the required state tests every year. We’re a virtual school, so our students are scattered all over the state. To test, we go to them. We set up test centers in several locations around the state and then we assign our students to the location closest their home. When that’s all scheduled, we schedule our teachers to travel to the test locations.

So that’s the end of the month – testing, which crosses into November, too. Let’s jump back to the top of the October calendar.

Appointments. Two this week, at least one next week. I have a staff meeting Wednesday, too. Why do I do this to myself? No, don’t answer that.

NFL travel: Chuck has to go to Indianapolis to run the station’s satellite truck before, during, and after the Packers play the Colts.

I have parent-teacher conferences for three nights, too. Conferences look different in a Virtual School, but they still mean three additional evenings at school.

But wait, there’s more! While we slice and dice our schedules so that the bunny gets fed and Amigo isn’t on his own for too long, there’s one more game that means travel for Chuck – and while he’s in St. Louis eating fried ravioli and sending satellite transmissions of the Packers, I’ll be heading out to guide a large group of students to fill in the bubbles neatly and thoroughly, erase any changes completely, and make their new marks heavy and dark.

La Petite is stepping in. Amigo will keep her company for a few days while Chuck and I hit the road for our respective job responsibilities. Amigo will feed her bunnies, Sadie and Krumpet, and jam on guitar with La Petite’s significant other, a talented musician.

October is the cruelest month for our schedules. When that’s over, we’ll start preparing for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthdays – lots of them. I think I can handle that portion of the calendar year.

I don’t even want to think about March.

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Dear World: your sense of humor escapes me. Kinda.

Dear Clinic That Shall Not Be Named; We’ve discussed this in the past. I’m growing steadily more disillusioned with your system. Like many teachers, I do my best to avoid taking sick time unless the situation is urgent. Assigning me to a medical professional who only sees patients from 9:00 to 3:30 just isn’t working.

Dear Replacement Referees; If nothing else, you have reinforced what most of the world already knew. Green Bay Packers fans are awesome. We didn’t riot in the streets (much), we didn’t tip cars or blow up dumpsters. We took to the social media instead. Tweet, tweet!

Dear Union Buster Walker; Did you really suggest that the NFL negotiate with the officials’ union? Really? Hell must have frozen over. First Favre really retired, and then Walker found a union he liked.

Dear city crews; Wisconsin has two seasons: winter and road construction. If you keep delaying the project on our street, road construction season will be over and it’ll be – you guessed it – winter.

Dear zebras; We’re sorry you lovely gentle animals are getting harassed by association.  The replacement referees do not deserve the nickname Zebras. We’ll call them… readers, what do you suggest? Flying pigs? Mockingbirds?

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So we should eat which opponent this week?

“Daisy, you should have had a second cup of Starbucks coffee!”

I was greeted with this after a nearly sleepless night. Eating the Opponent — well, I’ll start with Sunday’s menu.

On Sunday, Iron Chef Chuck cooked up a fabulous salmon dish with a crab stuffing on top. With sides made from apples and potatoes, our Eating the Opponent: Seattle meal was perfect. Almost perfect.

Monday afternoon we (a vanload of teachers) took a small detour off the highway on our way home from a field trip. One of my coworkers pulled up his smart phone and found the nearest Starbucks for me. Why? People, people, Starbucks coffee, a quintessential Seattle product, was part of the plan for “Eating the Opponent.” This nice young teacher, a native of Cleveland and a Browns fan, guided us to Starbucks, where I treated myself to a Pumpkin Spice Latte in honor of the occasion.

Readers, if you didn’t watch the game, I’m sure you heard about it. I’m sure you saw replays of the final play, one of many botched calls by the replacement referees, and the disastrous results.

Back to the beginning. My coworkers first suggested that a second helping of Eating the Opponent might have helped. However, it wasn’t the Seahawks who beat Aaron Rodgers and Crew. It wasn’t the eleven men on the field or the mythical Twelfth Man, as they call their fans.

The replacement referees beat the Green Bay Packers.

So how does a family go about Eating the Opponent when the opponent isn’t the other team and the opponent has no home field?

My friendly cubicle neighbor suggested something stinky– limburger cheese –to represent the stinky job the officials had done. Another added sauerkraut to the list. Chuck sent me an email suggesting zebra burgers and vanilla-chocolate swirl pudding.

With that, readers, I need to stop. The NFL lockout of their officials is anything but a joke. The replacement refs are in a no-win situation in more ways than one. The more mistakes, the more doubts, and the more anger from players and coaches and fans. If the league is serious about maintaining any integrity to the 2012 season, they’ll negotiate now and negotiate quickly, before their substitutes in black and white get eaten alive.

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Would you do it for free?

Our union building rep (BR) brought us reports and advice for dealing with our new not-a-contract Handbook. One piece of advice: do not, under any circumstances, use our own personal funds to buy supplies. If we even need something as small as a pencil, we are not to bring it from home or buy it ourselves.

So today I sent myself an email. Of course I send myself emails; doesn’t everybody? I send notes from work to home to remind me to do or bring something the next day. Those emails usually look like this:

to: Me, of course
subject: BRING (in all caps, of course, so I don’t delete it)
And then the message arrives, looking more like a shopping list than a memo. Today I sent home a note that said “BRING — binder, small to medium.” 

And then I remembered. We are to bring no supplies from our own homes, buy nothing with our own money. Pencils? No problem; we have boxes of nice pencils sporting our school logo. Pens? Virtual teachers travel fairly often for standardized testing and field trips, so most of us have a collection of (oh, readers, I hear you laughing; you’re way ahead of me) hotel pens and scratch pads. Binders? I keep a box at home because Amigo uses a lot of binders for his Braille papers. Many are repurposed from Chuck’s workplace. I almost never pay money for a binder. They’re too easy to scavenge for free.

Where does this put me? I didn’t know. I probably didn’t pay any of my precious pennies for this binder, but it’s mine. All. Mine. And Amigo’s, too, if I’m totally honest. 

It’s like getting stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I BYOB (Bring My Own Binder), I send the message that it’s okay, I’ll handle this. Don’t spend the school district’s money on necessary supplies. I’ll supply the cash.

Now take the BYOB dilemma up to a higher level. It’s the guilt trip I’ve been hearing from top brass in Chicago, but it’s a guilt trip I’ve heard from fellow teachers at times, too.

“What’s best for kids?” is the question. “Do what’s right for kids,” is the answer, too. The unsaid piece, though, is this: How far will teachers go? How much will educators do without recognition, without compensation, without pay?

Some take it as a point of pride when they “ignore the contract” to organize and put on an evening event at school. Staffers who choose not to attend can be shunned at school based on the implication that they “don’t care enough.” In other settings, coming to school to work on a weekend can be a conflicting act. If a family drives by school on a dreary weekend and sees my classroom light on, they see me working overtime – for free.

And that, my friends and colleagues, is where the conflict begins. How much will teachers do for free? Is a teacher’s skill and expertise and experience worth $0 per hour? How long and how far do we go before we collapse and say, “NO MORE!” . How long can quality education last under circumstances in which the experienced and educated professionals are told, not asked, that they are worth nothing?

Chicago teachers, you have my support. Don’t ever let the big kahunas tell you that it’s “good for kids” when their teachers work for nothing.

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Uncertainty and cautious optimism in Wisconsin

A Circuit Court Judge in Dane County, Wisconsin, has ruled Act 10 null and void. Act 10 is Scott Walker’s baby. It’s the collective bargain law, the one that makes public employees feel like public enemies. It’s the law that caused several Democratic senators to flee the state to prevent a quorum, hoping to delay bringing the piece of legislation to a vote at all. It’s the one that inspired thousands, not hundreds, of  protesters to crowd the Capitol with their bodies, their voices, their drums, and their banners. And now, a judge has ruled that this law violates both the Wisconsin Constitution and the Constitution of the United States.

We’re wary. We’re not celebrating yet. It’s not quite final.

We teachers feel vindicated, but only a little. Those other public employees are looking rather tentative, too.

No one is planning a party, so hold onto your red Solo cups. There’s so much pain and bitterness involved that a blowout demonstration just doesn’t seem right.

After the most recent union meeting, our building rep brought back news of wildly inconsistent interpretation of the new handbook that replaced our contract. She also advised us not to spend our own money on anything – not even a pencil.

Walker and his clones, er, cronies plan to appeal. If it ever makes it to the state Supreme Court, we predict this badly conceived and poorly written law will be upheld because the Tea Party types hold a majority. Then again, the Supreme Court isn’t without its own drama. I’m sure they get choked up just thinking about it. Not.

Now what? Readers, I’ll let you know. I’m not spending any extra money, though. I’ll just keep teaching, teaching, teaching.

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Welcome to cubicle land!

As the school year begins, as our cruise ship for the pathways of learning pulls away from shore — oh, that was awful. Boats don’t travel on pathways. Canals, maybe. I’ll start over.

The first task for teachers at my virtual school is the Welcome Call. We call each and every family on our roster and talk to the student(s) and the learning coach, usually a parent. These calls can take anywhere from fifteen minutes to thirty minutes to over an hour. The calls are well worth the time.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, in the cubicle known as the O.K. Hardware, these calls sound different. My cubicle is in the middle of the action. I hear snippets of phrases, sometimes full sentences, but they’re all out of context. Put together, they create a whole new conversation – or no conversation at all.

Captured Talk on a Welcome Topic

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

It’s confusing.

You have how many cavities?

Call me back at…..

Do you have other animals at home?

I have a garden, too.

Don’t try that without asking your parents.

Well, the City Council said…

And that’s something else.

How are you doing? How are you? How. Are. You?

–no, this last one wasn’t me.

I think I like this new cubicle. At the very least, it’s entertaining.

 

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Trouble in the Windy City

Trouble. We’ve got trouble with a capital T and that stands for Teachers.

With apologies to the Music Man, Rahm Emanuel might be singing this tune. Mr. Mayor has a problem. Chicago teachers said “We’ve had enough!” and walked out on strike. 26,000 teachers. Countless students. Parents scrambling for child care. Police officers on duty to monitor picket lines and wayward students.

I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the issues except one: the use of standardized test scores to evaluate teachers. Regular readers know how I feel about that item. In fact, I’m going to hold my test-fail examples for another post to really do them justice.

The part of this story that hurts the most, the statement that cuts right to the heart, is Rahm’s statement that “…our kids do not deserve this.” If he intended to spark a guilt trip, it almost worked. This was a low, low blow.

Teachers in Chicago and elsewhere have put children first again and again and again. Have you heard of teachers buying classroom supplies with their own money? Teachers coming in early and staying late? Bringing work home? Grading tests on weekends? Attending meetings without pay? Walking a child to their waiting parents so the hallway bullies won’t act? Making sure their students get fed, even if it means buying snacks out of their own wallets? Teachers want the best for children.Teachers want to do the best job they can because (guess what) the students deserve a good education. 

For teachers to walk off the job, to stop teaching, means a lot more than a contract dispute. It means that these teachers have lost their trust in the system, a system that is supposed to support them as they educate tomorrow’s workforce.

Rahm, er, Mr. Emanuel, needs to cut the guilt trip. The teachers in Chicago have worked harder and harder, achieved more with less, over and over. They are beyond the point of feeling like they’re leaving students in the lurch. Teachers were hung out to dry a long time ago, and their declining working conditions had a direct impact on the students.

Most teachers agree that students do not deserve the effects of a strike. Teachers are not in the profession for the income; they’re in it for the outcome. A strike is a last resort.

Maybe my opening lyric today would be more effective as “Trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with D and that stands for Disrespect.” The syllabication is all wrong, but the meaning rings true.

Chicago teachers have the emotional support of millions of educators across the nation. Once in a while drastic measures are necessary. This is one of those times.

 

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Random Math – Prime examples of real life applications

“Mom, stop being a teacher!” is one of Amigo’s favorite taunts. He uses it when I’m, well, trying to teach him something he can use in real life. Some of these skills might come in handy. I swear it.

Today’s topic: Math. Math skills in the big bad world outside of a classroom. I encountered three examples recently that were all money skills: adding up a total, making change, calculating a tip, and figuring out a unit rate. Oops, that’s four. Sorry.

At the farmers’ market, the young woman was a little frazzled from the busy sales on this nice warm day. I needed two pounds of sugar snap peas and two pounds of green beans. She weighed out the vegetables, and then she stopped. “How much? Um, wait a minute.” She reached for a pocket calculator. “2 times $2.75 for the peas, $5. 50. 2 times $3.50 for the beans, $7.” Then she needed a total. “$5.50 plus $7 is $12.50. Right?” She looked to me for confirmation. I nodded and handed her a $20 bill.

Now in a classroom, I’d have the students count up first. $12.50 plus 50 cents is $13. $13 plus two is $15, and five more make $20. They would then hand the customer a five, a one, and two quarters or some other variation of $7,50. But I made it harder – or easier – by handing her a $20 bill and two quarters. Oh, no! I changed the problem! The buzzing and busy young woman figured it out by using her calculator, and I smiled as I double checked my change.

Class, I mean readers, we’re at two skills now: total and change, involving multiplying, adding, and subtracting.  Be it farmers’ market, garage sale, or lemonade stand, these are necessary skills. Put them in your business plan.

Tips. Folks, I’ve been a waitress. I wasn’t a very good one. I appreciate a server’s hard work, and I tend to tip high rather than low. Here’s an easy way to figure out a standard 15% tip. When your calculations are done, I recommend you round up. Your server most likely earned it.

  • Step one: look at the bill’s total.
  • Step two: multiply by 10% by moving the decimal point one place to the left. For example, 10% of a $30 check is $3.
  • Step three: find half of the ten percent quantity. Using the above example, half of $3 is $1.50.
  • Step four: Add ten plus five percent to find fifteen percent. $3 + $1.50 = $4.50.
  • Step five; If you’re like me, and I hope you are, round up. A $5 is appropriate in this instance.

Did we have one more math application? Oh, unit rate. Unit rate is a ratio expressed as a comparison of two unlike quantities. Huh? Think miles per gallon, ounces per price, pounds per unit price. The goal is to find out how much relates to one, and then compare to find the better deal. Some grocery stores do this for you on the shelf tags. Read them. The bigger sign isn’t always the better deal.

The best deal is recognizing a deal when you see it. Whether it’s shoes (20% off the clearance price for my new black Mary Janes) or produce, math is a real-life skill. Now I’m going to go measure tomatoes for salsa. Oh – measurement and proportion! Here we go again!

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Disabilities in the workforce

I wear two hearing aids. They’re tiny but powerful digital electronic devices that tuck behind my ears and feed sound into my middle ear. This technology makes a huge difference in my life. My hearing loss is an important part of how I face the world: how I work, how I use a phone, how I listen and interact with others. It’s not all of me, but it is part of me.

In 2011, I jumped through a series of hoops to document my disability for my employer. I have a great job, and I’d like to keep it. This emotional obstacle course was tough on me, though. Phone call after phone call, email after email, fax after fax, one office visit after another – all this to keep working in my field. When I finally met with the last doctor on the list, he expressed surprise that I had handled my own accommodations for most of my working life and my education. He was impressed that I knew of a position that would suit my abilities, and even more impressed that I’d already gone ahead and gotten the job. He documented my hearing loss and made his recommendation: that I keep my position teaching virtual school.

I’ve never kept my hearing loss a secret from employers and coworkers. Unfortunately, honesty can be a dangerous policy at times. Discrimination against disabled people still happens, despite the Americans with Disabilities Act. However, there is hope for improvement.

Today’s young adults grew up side by side with their disabled peers. Disabled or not, they’re friends, classmates, and teammates. Coworkers is a natural next step.

The number of disabled veterans from the Iraq and Afghanistan wars calls attention to the issue of employment. These (mostly) young men and women want to pursue rewarding careers and support their families, just like their peers. They are a large and visible group that can’t be easily ignored or put down. These newly disabled join those blind or deaf from birth, those handicapped by illness or accident, and those with unexplained challenges.

Now is the time to be inclusive. Now is the time to look forward and make reasonable accommodation an everyday occurrence.

I fear a Romney-Ryan presidency. Both Romney and Ryan have already voted for laws that minimize women’s rights. They support Voter ID laws that present obstacles for low-income voters and people of color, those who do not have ready access to paperwork or the money to procure the necessary documents. Romney and Ryan would move our country’s philosophies backward, not forward. Romney’s actions and speeches show him to be out of touch with the mainstream, and I consider myself, hearing aids and all, part of the mainstream.

Barack Obama will move us forward. He recognizes that all people are created equal, regardless of gender, race, disability or sexual orientation. He believes in hard work earning rewards, and he supports policies  that will support the middle class. Under the Affordable Care Act, insurance companies cannot refuse to accept me just because my hearing loss is a pre-existing condition. Based on his record, President Obama is the leader who will best support disability rights in the workplace.

Information regarding increasing numbers of disabled veterans from Senator Tom Harkin on Huffington Post. 

 

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