The Principal and the Substitute

Anne took the photo that became the two pictures with this post. She also thought up the title(s), so I can’t accept any responsibility or blame. She took the photograph last Friday, after a full day in the elementary school, so she probably felt a bit like the Triceratops. It should be noted that both the T-Rex and the Triceratops in these pictures represent the pre-Jurassic Park view of dinosaurs. These statues portray the slow lumbering predecessors to the faster more agile ones portrayed by Steven Spielberg. Then again, maybe these two are just the overweight Midwestern cousins to the ones in the movie?

At dinner that night, she told me about recess duty. She had to breakup a “game” of tetherball. In this “game” one participant stands next to the pole and waits. Another participant hurls the ball round and round, until it begins to wrap itself around the pole and the first player. It ends when either the ball hits the first player in the head, the rope wraps around the throat, or both. After she broke it up, the players all complained, “We were just playing a game!” In case you were wondering, a Y-chromosome was required to play. After work today, we rode in the Park together again. We got 10 miles. Anne is 17 for 17 in May!

No Child Left Behind

Le Marquis has alluded to the fact that I have spent the last three and a half weeks working with our school district’s Assessment Coordinator, primarily on high school level testing.  It was interesting work, but I am finding it hard to summarize.  Should I talk about the process, the students and teachers, my reaction to this years experience compared with others, or the politics of the No Child Left Behind Act?  Dear readers, what has your or your children’s experience been with mandated testing? (I know your out there, I can hear someone breathing.)

I’ll try not to launch into a full political rant, fun as that might be, because my experience in the trenches did not really change my opinions, and my rant would not change your opinions, but might annoy you.  (Like teaching a pig to sing…) 

We administered nine different tests at the high school this spring, four of which Missouri requires to be completed by graduation.  To clarify, the students can graduate without having taken them, but the school district loses rating points if more than 5% of the students escape without taking the tests.  In a small district like ours, that means three students untested is too many.  We thought we were done on Friday, but on Monday, we found three seniors who hadn’t taken all four tests.  We pulled them in and tested them, even though they might not have been in that class for a year or more.  Two students were transfer students, and one was absent last year for the Bio test.  Check that off our list.  Our District Testing Coordinator (DTC) is known as the “Queen of Spreadsheets” for good reason.  There is a lot of organization going on behind the scenes.  As we wrapped up this year’s testing, and checked all the seniors off our list, we were putting the tests taken and raw scores received into our spreadsheet for the juniors, the Class of 2012.  This spreadsheet will be used before school starts next year to make sure all our ducks (I mean students) are in a row.

The EOC (End of Course) tests are now administered on-line instead of paper and pencil.  This is a good thing, and in general works well.  Our IT staff has discovered that it works better if we hook up each students laptop to an Ethernet line, rather than using wi-fi.  Each classroom has an Ethernet hub set up for testing, and the classroom is configured so that all desks can be reached.  In some cases this resulted in two concentric circles, sort of like the Stonehenge program Le Marquis is now watching.  I don’t think the IT staff aligns the circles with the sun, but I could be wrong.  The students all load the EOC browser, which automatically shuts down all other programs on the student’s laptop until they have finished the test.  We did have a technical glitch or two, but they were all resolved, and the tests are not timed, so the students were not penalized for computer issues.  In one case, a student complained of double vision, just as the test was starting.  Our quick-thinking DTC brought the nurse with her, to make sure it wasn’t a true medical emergency, then set the student up to use a desktop computer with a large screen, setting the monitor so the words were extra-large.  After confirming that the student could read the screen without blurring, she left me to proctor the student one-on-one.

I will close this screed with one last thought.  Much of the time I was working in a conference room in the basement.  There are high windows looking up into some bushes and a tree.  A male cardinal kept banging his head into the window, apparently seeing his reflection in the glass as a rival to be attacked.  Somehow, I feel that is a metaphor to the No Child Left Untested process, but I did say I wouldn’t get into politics, so I guess I should quit while I’m ahead.

A Muse Amuses Musically

A muse amuses musically, this is what my muse spoke to me when I invoked her prophetic powers with this question, “What should I blog about today?” “A muse amuses musically, what does that mean? I don’t understand”, I tooted. “Be quiet now and I will explain what it means”, she trumpeted.

How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Practice, practice, practice!

One of the classes that Anne participated in on Monday was band. In this class the music teacher was employing a study aide called SmartMusic. This software tool helps students with their practice. It let’s them see how well they are doing; by showing them how well each note was played. It also helps them hear how well they are doing, by playing back what they have played. It also monitors home practice sessions for playback by the teacher.

Big Brother is watching! – George Orwell, 1984

It was this last feature that was used to draw out the object of this day’s lesson. Students were chosen seemingly at random, at least at first, to perform the assignment, The Russian Sailor’s Dance. After a while it became clear that three notes was the best that this chosen lot could do. A little haranguing ensued.

What starts with a P and ends with ice?
Pterodactyl lice!

After the dose of vinegar out came the sugar. The music teacher explained different ways to practice: play each note twice or start from the end and then build from the back. After just five minutes of these exercises there was already a noticeable improvement in the band’s sound. More importantly, the need to practice at home or the consequences from not, were driven home.

A little musicality, please! – from Strictly Ballroom

The final lesson the music teacher had to give his students was derived from the Super Bowl. Singer Christina Aguilera flubbed a line in the National Anthem and the Black Eyed Peas’ music in the halftime show was lackluster. “Those people are entertainers, not musicians. They don’t have to play well to be successful. You students are musicians; you must play well to be successful in this class.”

The bell rang!

Being a public school teacher is a tough job. Being a teacher of the arts in public school is double-down tough, first to be cut, last to be appreciated. Anne and I salute her colleagues for the great work that they do. They hold the future of America in their hands, until three o’clock, and then it is up to the rest of us.

If Pigs had Wings

If pigs had wing, we would need a bigger birdfeeder and way more birdseed too.  As everyone in Saint Louis already knows and as anyone in the eastern U.S. should suspect, baby, it’s cold outside.  Sunday morning while the winter storm was moving through town, I took pictures of the multitude of birds at our feeders and also of the ones that sit in the snow below the feeders and feed off the droppings (food, not the other type) that the messy eaters above send forth.  The below, stylized photo captures this scene.  

Planning this post, I had planned to riff off of the Frank Loesser duet, Baby, it’s cold outside.  The lyrics in that song were designed to be heard as a conversation between a female and a male, marked as “mouse” and “wolf” on the printed score:   

Mouse – I really can’t stay
Wolf – but baby it’s cold outside
Mouse – I’ve got to go away
Wolf – but baby it’s cold outside

Our birdfeeders are intended to feed the birds, but out neighbor’s cat, the Alpha Predator, views them as his personal birdfeeder too.  I had planned on rewriting Loesser’s lyrics to fit this post’s birding theme and recast Mouse and Wolf as Bird and Cat:

Bird – I really can’t stay
Cat – but birdie it’s cold outside
Bird – I’ve got to go away
Cat – but birdie it’s cold outside

Anyway it was just a thought.  It is still cold outside and now the birdfeeders need to be refilled.  So baby, is it cold outside?

I’ve already supplied enough dribble to fulfill any normal post’s needs, but dear fans I cannot stop until I have shared this with you.  I’m speaking of a confidential communication, no, not some wikileaks about Ahmadinejad or his ilk, but something special from the fourth grade.  Anne intercepted the pictured note above; here is the note’s text:

Should we do notes?
Yes      No
The teacher is knitting

It is a very pretty note, but not very conducive to covert activities.  Anne caught the note on its return run.  The yes was already circled.  Anne is wondering why she didn’t see the first student so creatively color the note’s envelope.

Anarcho-Fascist Kindergarteners

Anarcho-Fascism is one of those hybrid political philosophies that are really best left to five-year-olds to practice.  When adults try to practice these philosophies it almost always ends up being just all balled up.  Really, this is to be expected with almost any of the hyphenated political movements.  The hyphen itself symbolizes the dichotomy that is always present whenever two separate political beliefs are brought together.  As a recent example, I offer up the Republican-Tea Party movement.  Kindergarteners are uniquely blessed among humans and are more than capable of holding two disparate belief systems in their minds, simultaneously, without the slightest bit of consternation.

Anne confronted the Anarcho-Fascists when she taught kindergarten this week.  Being five-year-olds, the kindergarteners, barely follow the rules anyway, so anarchism comes naturally to them.  During morning gathering, little Johnny says he can sit over here, but all of the rest of the class yells that is not his place.  This anarchy was fully expected.  What was not expected was their fascism.  “We don’t use the whiteboard for gathering, we use the green paper.”  That is how it is done!  So only the substitute must follow the rules?  These Anarcho-Fascists may think that they are tough, but compared to the sixth graders, they are still just only kindergarteners.

Anne substitutes throughout the school district.  So like their predecessors she might see these kindergarteners through the years, as they climb their ladder to their 2023 senior year.  Well, maybe not these too young youngsters for Anne.  I think that it is her procession through the arc of their ever rising grades that these children progress through that keeps her going.  This is especially true through the tough days and there were a couple of them this week too.  In past years she has seen kids that were major pains, convert and become adults and even apologize for their past behavior.  Dan and Dave have long since graduated, but Anne still regularly attends each year’s high school graduation.  She likes to see her anarcho-fascist kindergarteners finally walk across the stage.