<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246</id><updated>2009-10-13T03:22:27.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Other Side of the Desk</title><subtitle type='html'>My "life" as a student teacher.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7814372841313641549</id><published>2008-09-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:43:55.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END</title><content type='html'>Well, after spending a summer desperately pleading for a job in Western Washington, I gave up on teaching.  I know I'm not owed a job, but I do feel that after ten years of working with children, I should be eligible to get an entry level job doing something other than substitute teach for $15,000 a year with no benefits.&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I took a job in tech support and data analysis for a school district. The job pays better than teaching, and it pays hourly- meaning my whole life won't be wasted away by meetings.  Turns out, the vocational education I got in high school was worth more than the 6 years it took me to get a degree and a license.  So my teaching career is over before it begins.  I have no interest in begging someone for a job that hard.  I have no interest in begging anyone for any job.  I enjoyed the work, but I cannot tell you what a relief it is to know that I never have to endure that kind of abuse and stress again. I guess I was just a poor kid who went to school for the only thing I had any experience in.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still  be working a couple hours a day at a Boys and Girls Club teaching reading/writing/arithmetic because I enjoy it, and they have the decency to pay me a respectable wage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7814372841313641549?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7814372841313641549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7814372841313641549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7814372841313641549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7814372841313641549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/09/end.html' title='THE END'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-8651525649592643263</id><published>2008-05-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:08:13.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it out alive!</title><content type='html'>After 5 months of 70 hour weeks, I have made it through student teaching alive and in one piece.  I've been decompressing, and dealing with the viral bronchitis I was given as a parting gift.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping this blog afloat and discussing my job prospects, and whatever my future job will be.&lt;br /&gt;But, consider it dead for the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-8651525649592643263?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/8651525649592643263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=8651525649592643263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8651525649592643263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8651525649592643263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-made-it-out-alive.html' title='I made it out alive!'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-2874334248193613930</id><published>2008-04-16T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:05:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week's worth of postings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-3-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yet another test today.  Middle school teaching is great- assigning the test today effectively provided me with a day long planning period.  I've got my grading completely up to date, with the exception of today's test, and it's on a scantron so grading will be effortless.  I've used the time thus far to plan tomorrow, Monday, and I believe I'll complete the bellwork for all of next week before the day is out.  I'm stressing my planning on applying mathematical concepts we're studying to "real-world" sort of scenarios.  I'm also trying to lighten the atmosphere a little by breaking up the monotony with a little activity, etc.  I want my students to have more independence.  I do not want to spend my whole day asking so and so to sit down, stay on task, etc.  I want to talk a little at first, set an activity in motion, and then step back and work on planning the following week.&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;n } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;4-7-08&lt;/p&gt;Time is continuing to fly past.  This job is really pretty easy now that I am more comfortable with it.  My second coop teacher has taught me a lot about how to manage a class in a less labor intensive way than the last one did.  Grades are posted online so students can track their progress daily,  quizzes are mostly computerized and done on the student's time in a two week window, etc.  Next week will be TCAPs- meaning I have &lt;i&gt;no &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;planning to do.  That's such a wonderful thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I assigned homework today, to much weeping and gnashing of teeth.  My coop teacher told me not to do it.  I thought maybe I'd learn something from trying it.  We'll see.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;   	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  	 	 	 	 	Did a little coin toss probability thing today.  In general, I think it was a good thing for my class.  But there was one problem.  One ugly, nasty problem.  I did not expect flipping a coin 100 times, working with the data, doing a bellwork problem, etc. would get done so quickly.  Idle hands in the classroom spell disciplinary problems, and classroom management happens to be my weakest area.  So I spent a little too much time screaming all day.  From now on, I need a backup plan for &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;single activity.  Some sort of quiz, test, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.0  (Linux)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20080414;11562400"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="16010101;0"&gt; 	 	 	 	 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;4-14&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;TWO WEEKS LEFT! TCAPS start tomorrow- this week is going to be really, really annoying.  I loathe trying to manage and control behavior all day, and that sounds like what i get to do.  So I'll only get one week of fun stuff to do afterwards.  I hesitate now to do anything that they claimed to be interested in, because I don't know if I believe they could behave themselves long enough for me to get it done.  I'll give it a swing on the first day or two and see.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-2874334248193613930?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2874334248193613930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=2874334248193613930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2874334248193613930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2874334248193613930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/04/weeks-worth-of-postings.html' title='Week&apos;s worth of postings'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-545167927241389100</id><published>2008-04-01T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:45:12.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Student Story EVER</title><content type='html'>From 3-31&lt;br /&gt;Today I was talking to one of my Sudanese students about her life.  Since I've known a lot of Sudanese immigrants, I know there's always an amazing story to be had if you ask the right questions.  The long and short of it is:  When she was born, her tribe threw her out on a rocky hill for the lions to eat because something was wrong with her.  So that night her mother snuck out and got her, and ran away.  She ran right into the wars in southern Sudan/central africa, and grew up in refugee camps. &lt;br /&gt;Now she's moved here to a horrible town in TN that must seem like paradise.  I have absolutely unlimited patience for this child because I am so happy that she is alive, and she is so happy to learn.  But she knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; of the material that's required of her.  And it's not like she can get testing in Dinka to see if she qualifies for special services...&lt;br /&gt;Still I have spent time after school with her daily going over material, and going all the way back to where her knowledge begins to try and scaffold her up.  That's so much of what tutoring work really is- going to material lower than is available and making sure that a solid foundation exists for new knowledge.  That's hard to do when your education didn't even begin until you were 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-545167927241389100?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/545167927241389100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=545167927241389100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/545167927241389100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/545167927241389100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/04/saddest-student-story-ever.html' title='Saddest Student Story EVER'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-431788293933692659</id><published>2008-04-01T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:38:46.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day</title><content type='html'>So, only 4 weeks left- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;.  As soon as I get into a placement that feels like it might be teaching me something, it'll be done.  I taught most of the day today- Monday I just felt too rusty and unprepared.  Things went pretty well- though I still feel mostly clueless about how to discipline this age group.  We got a smartboard- a bluetooth device that lets me write on the computer screen wirelessly.  So far I can see it helping a lot with classroom management, because I no longer have to interact physically with the board to get things done.  I simply walk toward a disciplinary issue and it fades away most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;The discipline system at this school is so dumb.  It's in four stages like they typically are.  1)warning 2)educational assignment 3)detention 4)removal to the dean.  There's one glaring problem:  it doesn't restart, at all.  So while I need to be issuing warnings or detentions, I can only go to the next step or higher- not lower.  It makes no sense, and it leaves me feeling powerless most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-431788293933692659?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/431788293933692659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=431788293933692659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/431788293933692659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/431788293933692659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-4769863274818332280</id><published>2008-03-21T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T10:38:10.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>I can officially see the end of all of this...  whether I'd call it a light or not, I dunno.  I took total control of the class Thursday.  I think that was ahead of the schedule, but I doubt anybody will care.  I love the group of kids I am dealing with, I really do.  They test my patience at times, but way less than I anticipated them doing. &lt;br /&gt;My lesson on order of operations was going great until 3rd period came in and caught me doing something wrong with exponents.  Now I remember why I hate math...  I think they ended up more confused than they were before they came in.  The rest of the periods went well.  I'm learning much faster in a middle school environment than I did in an elementary school environment.  Teaching the same lesson 6 times a day means that I get immediate feedback and make immediate changes- I like that.  It does mean that 1st period gets shortchanged a lot, though.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a sunny day and I am eating sushi on my patio listening to records and writing this on my laptop- this might turn out to be the biggest perk ever.  Time off is really all I want from a job- I want my time to yield the most money per hour worked possible.  It doesn't concern me how much money is on my W2, the ratio is what really concerns me.  I work at UPS with plenty of people who make 100K+, and I could have that.  But the trade off is working 80 weeks every week- year round. &lt;br /&gt;As it stands, I work that many hours.  I had to start taking anti-depressants and my personal and work lives are in shambles.  All to go teach a subject I have little to no interest in ever teaching professionally.  Thanks for the memories, MTSU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-4769863274818332280?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4769863274818332280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=4769863274818332280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4769863274818332280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4769863274818332280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-8047191405752323553</id><published>2008-03-19T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:00:28.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hi, I'm Your New Student Teacher"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day I introduced myself to the class and set down my expectations.  I also tried to pry some information out of the students about what they were interested in.  I told them I'm not a math teacher, and they should help me come up with stuff to study after TCAP.  Luckily, cooperating teacher says that they're all mine to do with as I please.  It was a "you can take my interests- from my cold dead hands" kind of situation.  Mostly them seem to enjoy sports and drinking red vault from a 2 foot long twizzler with the ends bitten off.  Oh, and shock and indignation, they love that too.&lt;br /&gt;discipline is going to take some getting used to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-8047191405752323553?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/8047191405752323553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=8047191405752323553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8047191405752323553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8047191405752323553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-im-your-new-student-teacher.html' title='&quot;Hi, I&apos;m Your New Student Teacher&quot;'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-921655110634600931</id><published>2008-03-17T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:11:12.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of New Placement</title><content type='html'>The new school is a much newer, better equipped building than I was prepared for. &lt;br /&gt;The environment is much less regulated in some ways, but a lot more regulated in others.&lt;br /&gt;The morning began with a daily dress-code check- all students stand and demonstrate that their shirt is tucked in and they are wearing a belt, etc.  Many students simply tie a shoelace around their waist for whatever reason.  Students are not allowed to carry anything but those dumb single pouch vinyl bags that are on strings.  Athletic wear manufacturers design bags especially to sell to this market.&lt;br /&gt;But then the kids are allowed to live on a diet of Vault and Cheetos, and the hallway is a deafening game of slap and tickle.  It was St. Patrick's Day...ok it was to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them,&lt;/span&gt; but nobody told them that the pope moved it to last Saturday.  Try telling a middler schooler that when they are trying to pinch you.  I only had one do it, I think he was the only one who was too dumb to understand my pinch-me-and-i-will-break-your-fingers posture.&lt;br /&gt;Math seems like it will be easy to teach, it's so cut and dry.  I've really never taught anything like that, so I hope that the new coop teacher has more material on file than it looks like she does.  She says I can do anything I want with them after the TCAP... and thats &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;what I was hoping to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-921655110634600931?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/921655110634600931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=921655110634600931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/921655110634600931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/921655110634600931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-1-of-new-placement.html' title='Day 1 of New Placement'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-2033840603784381872</id><published>2008-03-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:51:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day  of First Placement</title><content type='html'>This Wednesday was my last day.  The kids gave me a lot of notes, my cooperating teacher gave me a briefcase, I got a card, etc.  I didn't expect to get so attached to these kids so quickly.  Now I am sitting in day two of tedious, but occasionally  interesting presentations.&lt;br /&gt;I finished the majority  of my MTSU formalities.  That feels good.  The rest of them will be completed during spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will do differently in my next placement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start out tough on discipline.&lt;br /&gt;get to know my students more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;keep copies of my planning.&lt;br /&gt;meet the administration and nearby teachers quickly.&lt;br /&gt;grade students harder&lt;br /&gt;demand more feedback from my cooperating teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mortified by the prospect of teaching mathematics.  My department has stalled me past having time to negotiate another placement.  One of my classmates describes my next school as "a penitentiary."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-2033840603784381872?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2033840603784381872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=2033840603784381872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2033840603784381872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2033840603784381872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-first-placement.html' title='Last Day  of First Placement'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-434050413727985867</id><published>2008-03-03T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:00:43.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Mexico...</title><content type='html'>I have a number of Chicano students, and I love them dearly.  For years as a kid, every afternoon playing video games with the mexican-americans up the street.  I always joked with their mother that if she fed me any more, my own mother was going to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can remember, I have gravitated toward immigrants of any stripe.  I guess we share the alienated feeling.  I'm not often accused of being easy to approach- quite the opposite in fact.  But for whatever reason, immigrants have always gravitated to me.&lt;br /&gt;We have this one "chapter book" in the class library &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Plague of Mexico, 1850&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the book never gets checked out but it always gets looked at.  And I don't want it to get checked out because it starts fantastic conversations like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F:&lt;/span&gt;  Mr.C Mr.C Mr.C Mr.C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F:  &lt;/span&gt;My uncle told me that there are vampires in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;That's what I've heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F:  &lt;/span&gt;He says that they stick you with their claws this deep(holds up fingers) in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;  Are you sure your uncle was not talking about a Chupacabra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F:  &lt;/span&gt;No, they scratch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;deep (holds up fingers a little farther apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or This one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:  &lt;/span&gt;Did you know that in Mexico, they have witches and ghosts and Vampires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I've heard they are having problems with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:  &lt;/span&gt;My Aunt has a witch that walks on her roof at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:  &lt;/span&gt;That's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;  We tried throwing rocks at her but she keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or My Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"My Aunt called my mom this morning.  My cousin was riding his bike and he got attacked by a werewolf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-434050413727985867?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/434050413727985867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=434050413727985867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/434050413727985867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/434050413727985867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-mexico.html' title='In Mexico...'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-3617791825081357191</id><published>2008-02-27T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T08:09:12.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student teaching'/><title type='text'>TEST TEST TEST</title><content type='html'>Everything I hated about working in a corporate environment is true about education and it &lt;br /&gt;hit me only today.  My friends who are IT professionals and the like constantly complain about long meetings, unrealistic goals, silly sounding pep-talks full/ of meaningless double speak, etc.  I had my share of that kind of environment at UPS during school.&lt;br /&gt; Everything we're doing comes back to test scores.  The other day my teacher/ told me about a plan book she had gotten.  The subject was building community, and she showed me some activities she had planned to help build community in her classroom.  Sounds like a great idea!  The student body seems to be really needy emotionally, and some semblance of family unit is exactly what the doctor ordered.  Now, I don't doubt this woman's commitment for a second- she loves these kids like her own and they know it.  But what she said next shook me to the core: "because studies show that building a community atmosphere can raise test scores."  What has this environment done that has polluted the mind of even the most loving, selfless teacher I have ever known?&lt;br /&gt;        Yesterday we watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Underdog&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a reward for those students who met xyz requirement for being one of the "good" kids.  It bugged me to death to lose instructional time, but the kids seemed to enjoy it and honestly, they probably needed a break.  Then after the film, they got a peptalk about how the principal wanted the students to be like the Underdog on the TCAP.  We can't even watch a movie anymore...&lt;br /&gt;         This kind of environment feels so much like the corporate environment that I want to scream.  I went into this because I wanted to be in a field that was not a selfish rat race.  Instead, what I'm finding is that test scores have replaced profits.  At least in a mindless, pointless race toward profit I might make money.  As it is, I'm in a mindless, pointless race toward an increase in score on a test that I believe is fundamentally flawed.&lt;br /&gt;         All of my campus school profs told me not to worry about test scores- if I taught well, it would happen.  But I really feel like displaying that attitude in the field would get me canned pretty quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-3617791825081357191?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/3617791825081357191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=3617791825081357191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/3617791825081357191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/3617791825081357191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/test-test-test.html' title='TEST TEST TEST'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-1498358785591242365</id><published>2008-02-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:46:20.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Standardized Testing Gets in the Way of Real Learning</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Brian Cambourne's Responsive Evaluation: Making Valid Judgments About Student Literacy in my evening spare time.  Nothing particularly revolutionary about the book to me- but I have really enjoyed it.  It's not that often that I read something I can use the next day.&lt;br /&gt; As a teacher, I have two ways to teach material:  I can parcel it out and micromanage it (that would produce the kind of spreadsheets and bar graphs that would really impress someone like a parent or a principal) or I can teach the material holistically.  You can guess which of these methods I prefer.&lt;br /&gt; As a teacher, I can't just teach the material that's on the standardized tests given by my state.  No knowledge exists in isolation, and to teach it in isolation is essentially a memorization skill.  Since my brightest students seem to do poorly in memorization, it's clearly not an effective measurement of student aptitude.  When you teach things in isolation, or in the memorize-it way, you have to be mindful that you may be teaching the wrong thing unintentionally.  I'm thinking of my wife and I's work teaching analogies:  she and I both have the same problem.  We've been asked to teach analogies to children that haven't yet gotten a handle on abstract thinking.  Believe it or not, they are a second grade standard in a lot of states.&lt;br /&gt; That's the real problem with standardized testing- it prevents us from A) Teaching to the ZPD of students, and B)Teaching holistically.  It doesn't make a lot of sense to teach a progressive plan and then assess students in a conservative way.  By locking in a mandatory conservative testing method, the state has locked in conservative methods.  Methods which, by the way, have been proven ineffective for well over 50 years. &lt;br /&gt; But the pressure is so intense on administrators, because of NCLB and state expectations, that criticizing this kind of testing in public could be tantamount to career  suicide.  The last thing a teacher would want an administrator to think is that they don't take standardized tests seriously.  So we're completely prevented from having this discussion in the first place- and it's far to important to keep out of the public forum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-1498358785591242365?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/1498358785591242365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=1498358785591242365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/1498358785591242365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/1498358785591242365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-standardized-testing-gets-in-way-of.html' title='Why Standardized Testing Gets in the Way of Real Learning'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-675687550648489174</id><published>2008-02-19T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:11:54.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reading Program:  It's Not Rocket Science</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I've probably mentioned how much I loathe the basal reader my students have.  It's full to the brim with the most boring and tiresome tokenism- among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I started a new reading program:  Read what you like to read.  The first day was today, and I am already predicting a great success.  Students are taking great interest in reading their books.  My only requirement is that they submit a small book report on each book, just as proof that they read it.And because of course I need a massive, constant stream of grades to prove that I was doing...grading?  Seriously, I'm tired of this mentality that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must be assessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We'll break things down into a short mini-lesson, and then some one on one reading remediation with each student.  Just a quick way to counsel with them to see how they are progressing.&lt;br /&gt;I really want this to work well.  I can tell my cooperating teacher is highly suspicious.  She favors the assessment-heavy approach of breaking reading down into tiny bits of skill to assess individually.  I can see the logic in that- if I were designing a standardized test.  But I want reading to be a "whole" skill that my students have.  They could ace most of the standardized material if they could just read and think critically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-675687550648489174?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/675687550648489174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=675687550648489174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/675687550648489174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/675687550648489174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-reading-program-its-not-rocket.html' title='My Reading Program:  It&apos;s Not Rocket Science'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-1116093520431913745</id><published>2008-02-17T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:10:49.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Day Weekends</title><content type='html'>Best invention of all time.  Now I can put off all of my weekend work until monday morning, instead of Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;I came home this weekend with a backpack that weighed 50lbs.  I don't resent grading at all.  What I do resent is grading busywork.  Work that we have assigned only to keep students busy- and that we grade only to make students prove they were busy.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not supposed to penalize students' grades because of behavior.  I fail to see how this is not exactly what I'm being asked to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's really starting to grate on my nerves how little of my time is actually spent teaching.  Between the parties and the walking in line and the recess and the PE and the dismissal and the "SIT DOWN" there's just not enough actual instruction going on.  The school day needs to be about half the length it is.  I'd rather teach the material with urgency, and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-1116093520431913745?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/1116093520431913745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=1116093520431913745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/1116093520431913745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/1116093520431913745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-day-weekends.html' title='3 Day Weekends'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-4954805258202093257</id><published>2008-02-14T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:22:17.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easier All the Time</title><content type='html'>I felt like garbage today.  Seems like the flu shot and a handful of vitamins is just enough to keep me from calling in.  I think I've felt this way for weeks now, too.&lt;br /&gt;I walked in today, having been gone a couple days between a career fair(blah!) and a snow day (yay!)and find that one of the students who has been obsessed with my hair style since the day I walked in is now wearing that same hair style.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm learning to be sensitive to 5th grade egos, I chose not to say anything.  But it looks great on the kid.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is getting a little easier as I make it more "mine" than it was before.  I was not very good at stepping into my cooperating teacher's mold.  I'm starting to feel a big conflict in our personality types on the horizon.  She's so organization-minded, so into spending extra time(she's in on weekends and nights all the time) and I'm a lot more into getting everything I can out of a day.  I remember how much I resented my teachers wasting my time.  So when I design activities, or units, they don't sum up into multiple choice tests very well. And I hate multiple choice tests.  I like essays, I like discussions, reports, art, music, presentations, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;Multiple choice tests are another way that public schools imprison the minds of young people.  If you're creative enough to see more than one interpretation of a question, you're punished with indecision about it.  When you bottle up creativity, it comes out looking like rage.  And we wonder why our youth creative and enjoy such violent, angry art.  What are they angry at?&lt;br /&gt;They're angry at a great big machine that's smashing all the energy and creativity out of them- stealing their most active, energetic hours of the day and wasting it on something somebody at the state told your uneducated grandma they'd do so they could get elected.&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, I get to be one tiny cog that's making that machine lurch forward over a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Being part of this system feels like driving nails with bananas.  I know what it is I want to do, and I've got the energy.  Feels like the right motion, but nothing is happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-4954805258202093257?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4954805258202093257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=4954805258202093257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4954805258202093257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4954805258202093257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/easier-all-time.html' title='Easier All the Time'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7782528863946196551</id><published>2008-02-11T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:42:18.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If They Were All This Easy.</title><content type='html'>Man, I wasn't miserable for any portion of the day today!  Was it the extra caffeine?  I don't know...  The kids are a lot better disciplined than they were last week.  I told them all to make a point of having a good week- it's a relatively short one(super early why-did-we-show-up dismissal) and then another three day weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm sure there is some banal 5 hour long meeting for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;us&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Educators seem no more concerned about wasting each other's time than they do about wasting their students time. Of course that doesn't stop any of them from starting literally every single part of the meeting by saying "I know you're all in a hurry to get out of here so I'll make it quick."&lt;br /&gt;Now wait a second, this was supposed to be a positive posting.  &lt;br /&gt;Let me try this again.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons went relatively painlessly.  I am taking more charge and I can tell it is helping my cooperating teacher.  She's having a lot more time to take care of her business.  My setup is so unconventional that it's hard for me to tell how much responsibility is really mine.  I'm entering the grades, writing the tests, making the worksheets, planning reading, social studies and science, etc.  Because of the weird structure, though, nobody is in complete control.&lt;br /&gt;Also, this weekend I learned that I now know everyone at Wal-Mart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7782528863946196551?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7782528863946196551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7782528863946196551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7782528863946196551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7782528863946196551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-they-were-all-this-easy.html' title='If They Were All This Easy.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7855305796605130898</id><published>2008-02-08T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:48:28.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying the Hammer Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I laid the hammer down yesterday, and I still don't know if I should have.  I know I was too easy on the students for the first few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I have about a 10 students who I spend the whole day censuring.  They all lost recess for a week, and lost their privilege to attend an ice cream party.&lt;br /&gt;They've been scowling at me ever since.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that last week after one of my hardest days.  I've just started the first day of the next week and they are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;much better than they were before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to be wary of swinging to far right and over-disciplining them.  In that scenario, I have no control and they force me to try and come up with something worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7855305796605130898?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7855305796605130898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7855305796605130898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7855305796605130898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7855305796605130898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/laying-hammer-down.html' title='Laying the Hammer Down'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-154129461085210297</id><published>2008-02-07T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:30:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week from 1 quarter done!</title><content type='html'>So this time next week I will be half done with my internships!&lt;br /&gt;Having a lot better week this week, because so many people have been sick at my night job, I've been bumped up into doing a job thats a lot easier and that ends earlier.  Another hour in the day was just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good talk with the ESL and GT teachers at my school yesterday.  I really think a pull out program is where I want to be if I teach.  Standing in front of a class and asking them to sit down a million times in 5 hours is just getting awful.  Nobody can get learning done for 5 solid hours.  This isn't pickup trucks we're making here- learning takes time to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that college classes had days in between because they respected that their students were adults and had things to do.  Then I had this internship and realized that clearly this was never the case.  Those breaks are there to let things sink in.  &lt;br /&gt;Public school would do well to consider an alternating schedule of 3 days a week of mandatory classes, and two days a week of online classes that students choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start the more aggressive reading program I have designed for next week.  Too many of my students need help for me to spend time on their silly textbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-154129461085210297?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/154129461085210297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=154129461085210297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/154129461085210297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/154129461085210297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-week-from-1-quarter-done.html' title='1 week from 1 quarter done!'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7790557448082479643</id><published>2008-02-04T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:10:27.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Mondays</title><content type='html'>I always come in on Monday mornings with a lot of enthusiasm. It's the only day of the week that I can come in having had enough sleep to be firing on all cylinders.  All the other days I feel a little bit stupid because of sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, what I gain in enthusiasm and planning and content knowledge, I lose in my classroom management ability.  They just walked all over me today.&lt;br /&gt;They also really disappointed me with how disinterested they were in my lecture on Immigration.  Half of the them are recent immigrants, but they don't seem to make the connection, or show any interest at all.  I know they hate the lecture format, but sometimes it's the only way I know to teach something.  I don't know a way to make everything into a game, and I get sick of the idea that I should trick them into learning.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a chance to go over a basic reading level test that they took at the beginning of the year.  It explained everything about some of my students- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;many&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; of them scored in the kindergarten to second grade level(as fifth graders.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of them were not identified as LD, but clearly need more attention than I can give them.  Reading has really got to be my new priority, no matter how much I enjoy social studies.  If they can't read, I'm wasting everyone's time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7790557448082479643?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7790557448082479643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7790557448082479643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7790557448082479643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7790557448082479643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/rusty-mondays.html' title='Rusty Mondays'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-6325735518745922377</id><published>2008-02-03T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:49:50.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>It can't be Sunday night again already.  Everyday is just a day closer to getting out of this non-stop stress lifestyle.  This internship is the most classist, sexist thing I have ever had to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Business interns?  They get paid for their services.  Me?  I had to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; $3K to get myself into this mess.&lt;br /&gt;Planning 7 subjects for 5 days is completely impossible to do adequately.  No one is learning anything in my classroom- they're just memorizing.  I'm perpetuating a horrible cycle of poverty and stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;Poor kids all go to the same school- so that school produces lousy test scores(because, you know, my students have other things to think about, like eating) and so they come under pressure from the state or, more recently, the feds via the state.  So we get asked to drill and drill and drill on the same inane, ignorant, useless, and irrelevant material until the children can cognitively vomit this material back onto the test.  (By the way, I was instructed regarding what to do if a child vomits on a standardized test.  You'd think they were the dead sea scrolls or something...)So these children do poorly on the following year's material.  Because every year, the material gets harder, until middle school and high school happen.  Then the material becomes too much to memorize- you have to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;understand&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.  So they drop out because, well, school is completely impossible.  How could you memorize an entire high school math class?&lt;br /&gt;That's only one of the many things that is disgusting me about the public school system.  All the latent rage and contempt I felt toward this system is slowly coming back to me, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle the idea of stamping all the originality or character out of children.  I can't handle the doublespeak of an institution that gives daily anti-violence announcements, and then paddles misbehaving students.  Most of all, I can't handle how much of my time is spent on engendering the stupidity that fills their textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;All memorization is a waste.  All learning under coercion is a waste.&lt;br /&gt;The internet happened and made 99% of my work completely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how many ounces are in a cup?  Don't waste your time filling your brain with that kind of inanity. Ask google.&lt;br /&gt;My students need skills like critical thinking, data management, data organization, interpreting statistics, understanding finance.  When they need to know what magma is called when it reaches the surface, they can google from a mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;All my students need is a class in how to be a good steward and good manager of all the data they have at their fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;And until education is willing to make that kind of turn, my career will be 99% waste.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how long I can continue to work a job where I have to trick my employer into thinking I am teaching geology and not critical thinking.  I don't want a job where I live for the 1% of my day in which I get to teach something meaningful to the 1% of my pupils that want to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;This is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-6325735518745922377?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/6325735518745922377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=6325735518745922377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/6325735518745922377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/6325735518745922377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/02/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-8627486158489109467</id><published>2008-01-30T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:21:01.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Missed Day.</title><content type='html'>This morning, I walked outside to my truck to drive to school.  I released the e-brake, and I backed up- except nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, the brake was stuck, the cable broke, and I think I might have blown up the clutch trying to rock the break loose.  Renting a car would have involved an extra gouged price- the lowest quote I got was like $60 for one day and about 40 miles.  On top of whatever my repair bills will be, that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to miss a day of the internship and I feel horrible about it.  I am stuck at my house worrying how our small groups are going to work without me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went really well without my cooperating teacher there.  It's good to know that the majority of the respect and authority I have in the classroom are because of me and no one else.  Everything went well except for a random fight that happened at the end of the day.  They were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to go to the principal's office first thing this morning... but then I didn't show up.  It's going to be hard to enforce that 48 hours later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-8627486158489109467?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/8627486158489109467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=8627486158489109467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8627486158489109467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/8627486158489109467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-missed-day.html' title='First Missed Day.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7423048051427830994</id><published>2008-01-29T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T04:41:12.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Training Wheels</title><content type='html'>Today I have no cooperating teacher.  So I guess this is the day I figure out how much of my authority is still coming from the perceived threat that disobeying me will provoke my cooperating teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Mercifully, our day is extremely segmented and well planned.  So this will pass pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, one of my "heavier" students broke straight through a chair.  It took everything I had not to cackle- especially after one of my students with a particularly staccato prosodic speech problem said "oh uh-snnnn-ap-uh."  Getting over this reminds me of getting over my squeamishness as a surgical assistant.  You just get over your feelings because you have a job at hand- not through any convoluted emotional thought process or rationalization. Except I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get over squeamishness- but not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I was sucking up my own laughter while telling one of my students not to laugh.  I must have done it pretty convincingly though- because my student gave me that ashamed look I always gave in his situation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7423048051427830994?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7423048051427830994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7423048051427830994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7423048051427830994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7423048051427830994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-training-wheels.html' title='No More Training Wheels'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-4262911135755930945</id><published>2008-01-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:39:42.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY.</title><content type='html'>Time is passing so much more quickly than it was for the first week.  Of course, this was a four day week...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We can't &lt;i&gt;buy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; a snow day, we keep getting close, and then failing.  Just enough nasty cold weather that I can't take the kids outside during their recess time.  They are so impossible and annoying when they are cooped up in the room- an old science lab.  They find the loudest games in the world, and they bother me the whole time.  I usually try to sneak in a little bit of grading during that time.  I've been trying to assume more of the administrative tasks this week.  I hate them, but I really need some experience with them to help me learn how to better manage the massive paperwork burden.  I'm finding myself doing a lot of work like counting, tallying, averaging, recording, etc.   When I hear those gerunds, only one thing comes to mind: this is the kind of work a computer should be doing.  I'm no coder, but seriously, theres got to be a better way to do this.  I've got a couple friends in IT who might be able to help me with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Buying the eee PC is turning into a watershed event in my life.  It's become attached to my arm.  Everything computer related that I need to do, I can do immediately.  I use a password manager so that I don't have to waste time logging in to anything, or remembering petty things like that.  I use google calender to manage my schedule, and it's alerting me of even little things like picking up my class from the gym.&lt;br /&gt;And they're so cheap that I might be able to write a grant and get one in every student's hand before long.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that comes after learning how to plan a week worth of class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-4262911135755930945?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/4262911135755930945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=4262911135755930945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4262911135755930945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/4262911135755930945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday.html' title='FRIDAY.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-7817496101234932963</id><published>2008-01-25T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:27:11.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is getting easier.</title><content type='html'>Overheard this week:&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we were wondering that too.  We heard he got stabbed at the skating rink."&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;"You can't get reduced lunch unless you don't have a dad!"&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that even a 5th grader can put together the economics of having an unplanned, unwed pregnancy, but their parents can't!&lt;br /&gt;That first week there was miserable.  But now that I'm almost done with the second week, time is passing faster, and things are getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;I planned all of the next week's Social Studies and Reading instruction- a big step for me.  I even designed most of the Social Studies unit from the ground up.  Last time I ever do that!  No more reinventing the wheel for me.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have probably already mentioned it, but this job is too hard for the money.  I'm working harder and longer hours than a whole, whole lot of careers that would pay me a lot more.  Not being paid for your time is supremely insulting.  I love working with the kids, and I really enjoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;of the job.  But this is not a career, and there's not a future here so far as I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could be a martyr if I was living on a trust fund, but I have a retirement to plan, and I'm capable of planning that quite well in another field.&lt;br /&gt;So now my question is:  what do I get my master's degree in in a few years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-7817496101234932963?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/7817496101234932963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=7817496101234932963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7817496101234932963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/7817496101234932963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-getting-easier.html' title='This is getting easier.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175240271710382246.post-2520716178561471551</id><published>2008-01-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:56:00.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got dumped on.</title><content type='html'>I think today was the day that the kids got comfortable enough around me that they opened up a little bit.  I worked with a lot of them one on one for the last few days, and I think that they understand that I'm a person who cares about their well-being.&lt;br /&gt;And that's a double edged sword.  Today I was talking to a boy about his geology test, and a girl walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned around and she said "my mom had a baby when she was 15."  All I could say was "That must be awfully hard."  Earlier in the day a couple of boys were taking a makeup test with me, and one of them was about to fall asleep.  I asked him if he had gotten enough sleep.  The other boy volunteered "my mom was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;drunk last night."&lt;br /&gt;Ramon also told me that he lives in a trailer with his big brother and his sister in-law.  His parents got deported in Kansas City and now he has to watch his baby cousin from when he gets home from school until 8 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't born yesterday, and I'm wary of please-don't-give-me-homework martyrdom stories.  But I don't think any of these kids are making this stuff up- or their delivery was exceptional if they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175240271710382246-2520716178561471551?l=lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/feeds/2520716178561471551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6175240271710382246&amp;postID=2520716178561471551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2520716178561471551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175240271710382246/posts/default/2520716178561471551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeontheothersideofthedesk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-dumped-on.html' title='I got dumped on.'/><author><name>deltasleep</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08188404556794827507'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>