Chairs... who cares.
Students, are they mutants?
Frustration.. I wish I were Haitian.
My head pounds and all I hear are hounds.
What a week. The week behind in retrospect couldn't have even been scripted, my "langweil". My extreem "Kopfschmerzten" and the "kinder und Eltern" who got on my "nerven". First, the flu hit. He gusted in like a sneaky old spy, stayed a long while until Penicillin shewed him away. My weekend was a long somber slumber. I nursed away the realities of the day. I remembered those skills from long ago, moved by the illnesses.
Arbeit is far from bright. The goal is worth the pain, the solitude is motivating my outlet to write, write, write. The students I teach reflect my vision, my goal, my personal legend "that every student will read, and go to college". My personal legacy is to invoke a light within my students that reading opens a new wondrous world of opportunities and possibilities. Literacy determines your life. I know and have seen the realities of illiteracies. Illiteracy leads to ignorance, inviting expensive experiences.
The world is full of ignorant people who make decisions concerning unreal realities. The world if full of caring, helpful, and engaged people who generally do good. The world is full of beauty and misery. The world is made up of whatever we choose to see; yet reading can alter our realities, can lend a path to a brighter future. Change our reality, almost change how we engage, talk, and speak. Critical thinking comes through engagement in reading and reading that magically enlightens, informs, and allows one to enter and alter their world. Reading changes your world.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
top reasons I am at loss for words...
Inside my domain...
I often feel things are upside down. Yet, when I go to put my finger on something, I am at loss for words. I wonder if kids are what they learn. Or, can they learn what I want them to learn. What do I do to help them learn what they need to learn. My room only has 4 simple rules; better than the golden few. Yet, my realm, my space, and my world seems to be somewhat upside down by the end of our time together. I find myself breathless from repeating the rule "be safe". "Was that safe?" Wow, I loose my air, my breath, and my voice from what I see happening. Though it seems it is only for the moment, for some. When I turn again, it is back to being toppsy truvey. Yet, for others I know the repitition creats in their minds the thoughts " her she goes again"... Yet, I remind myself to stop. I praise the good I see, hoping to reverse to what the thorns I see looking past these behaviors to aspire to see their positive in hopes it will over weigh all else. I turn my back, take a breath. And there it goes again, what I do not see affects me, should it? Kids do well after they learn the rules. But how do they learn? Kids are selective like all adults in hearing an agenda, a learning moment. From themselves, all kids can learn. Naturally kids are affectionate, friendly, kind, worried about others, eager to share their comments all the time. Kids naturally want to be heard, get attention, and be loved.
Yet, what do you do when behind the scenes there is mayhem? I turn a back and wow, I don't know how things could turn inside out and upside down. Human interactions move and change the situation. Kids one-on-one but one-on-twenty one is a different story. Kids have character, kids have spunk, and are curious. Kids are silly, make me laugh. Kids are bright like a light. Kids are fascinating, their connections are real, pertinent.
They are in the moment. They vaguely remember details of yesterday but can recall, write, and read like encyclopedias. Kids want to learn to be full from learning, they thirst, and are hungry to listen to how a story will end. Kids
Yet, some kids make me really really think, what is going on in society. What are they seeing, hearing, and doing outside my space my Kids picking up other kids. Kids dropping kids. Kids kicking, bonking then someones else's teeth bleeding. Kids blaming, than eating pencil erasers, Yummy, you must have been hungry. Kids chatting. Kids farting... laughing, kicking, poking each other. Kids learning all about verbs... the ones they regularly do, from A to Z. Kids stick little beans in their ears, Kids pocket little items; not to mention parents oblivion to returning them. Kids ask questions until they get an answer. Kids are amazing.
I often feel things are upside down. Yet, when I go to put my finger on something, I am at loss for words. I wonder if kids are what they learn. Or, can they learn what I want them to learn. What do I do to help them learn what they need to learn. My room only has 4 simple rules; better than the golden few. Yet, my realm, my space, and my world seems to be somewhat upside down by the end of our time together. I find myself breathless from repeating the rule "be safe". "Was that safe?" Wow, I loose my air, my breath, and my voice from what I see happening. Though it seems it is only for the moment, for some. When I turn again, it is back to being toppsy truvey. Yet, for others I know the repitition creats in their minds the thoughts " her she goes again"... Yet, I remind myself to stop. I praise the good I see, hoping to reverse to what the thorns I see looking past these behaviors to aspire to see their positive in hopes it will over weigh all else. I turn my back, take a breath. And there it goes again, what I do not see affects me, should it? Kids do well after they learn the rules. But how do they learn? Kids are selective like all adults in hearing an agenda, a learning moment. From themselves, all kids can learn. Naturally kids are affectionate, friendly, kind, worried about others, eager to share their comments all the time. Kids naturally want to be heard, get attention, and be loved.
Yet, what do you do when behind the scenes there is mayhem? I turn a back and wow, I don't know how things could turn inside out and upside down. Human interactions move and change the situation. Kids one-on-one but one-on-twenty one is a different story. Kids have character, kids have spunk, and are curious. Kids are silly, make me laugh. Kids are bright like a light. Kids are fascinating, their connections are real, pertinent.
They are in the moment. They vaguely remember details of yesterday but can recall, write, and read like encyclopedias. Kids want to learn to be full from learning, they thirst, and are hungry to listen to how a story will end. Kids
Yet, some kids make me really really think, what is going on in society. What are they seeing, hearing, and doing outside my space my Kids picking up other kids. Kids dropping kids. Kids kicking, bonking then someones else's teeth bleeding. Kids blaming, than eating pencil erasers, Yummy, you must have been hungry. Kids chatting. Kids farting... laughing, kicking, poking each other. Kids learning all about verbs... the ones they regularly do, from A to Z. Kids stick little beans in their ears, Kids pocket little items; not to mention parents oblivion to returning them. Kids ask questions until they get an answer. Kids are amazing.
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