I guess this is my last post. I know we are supposed to say advice for upcoming classes and I’m not sure if I have much advice that seems scholarly or that could bring one to tears. I do feel however that this class showed me what it means to be a teacher. My advice would be to listen. To listen to Garcia and to REALLY listen to others. I’ve never learned so much in a class through other people. Blogs might seem silly, but you see a different side to people. The side of a person that is really just their thoughts and words are much different, much more impacting, then a paper they write that you grade. Words from the heart always seem to strike a different cord on a different instrument. I love words and everything they hold. Write as many as you can. Unload your thoughts in these blogs… I regret not doing that more often. Maybe some think I did TOO much, but I know I held back. Speak up, you’d be surprised at how much people want to hear what you have to say, even if they know they will disagree. Listen to the thoughts and views other people have about teaching. Listen to their stories and ask questions about their life… Our past shapes how we treat others… especially our students. Comment on blogs, on papers, and on videos from genre papers. I didn’t do that very much but I know the feeling of a response. It can be scary putting your heart on a paper, and even more so when no one acknowledges it’s there. Get to know people in this class. This was the first time I put fourth an effort to reach out to people and make friends within a class and I’m so grateful I did. Even if we don’t keep in touch, I learned about people, learned about their struggles and thoughts, learned about the possible students i could have one day through my classmates.
This class was the best class I’ve ever had. I’ve enjoyed it more then any other. It challenged me in a different way. It challenged my stance on things, my views on education, it instilled hope for me to become a teacher and to keep going. There’s so much more I wish I could say, but it will start to sound silly. Being a housekeeper was a joy, most favorite job by far 😉
Take a deep breathe, this class helped me to see that we should never let a bad grade determine our fate… it’s about our hearts and determination that will help us to build our dreams one day. “A”‘s won’t do that. (as much as i’d like to think they would).
We should keep posting on this far past this class. Keep in touch and tell each other the new things we are learning and experiencing. Advice we have or stories we just have to tell people other then our facebook status box.
Thank you all for such a great semester, and thank you Garcia for opening doors!
Here is a link to my final paper! I thought it might be interesting for people to look at simply because you could maybe use it one day in your classroom!
I’m pretty sure I’m in the same boat as everyone but this semester has really been a true challenge. It’s cool because I feel like my hard work has really paid off. For the first semester of my college career I think I might be able to walk away with not one single “C”… only “B”‘s… maybe it’s not that big of a deal but for me, it’s huge. Anyways, for one of my classes, which I know everyone and their mom is in with me or has already taken it, we had to do a thing called Scope and Sequence. We turned them in last monday and on wednesday she informed the class that someone got a 55%. For the past week I’ve been worried sick that that was me, that I was the one that failed a projet I had worked so hard on. Today, after our final, we got them back. I was one of the last one’s left, along with Tealana so I think she felt comfortable talking to me about my grade out loud (I totally didn’t mind). Long story short, I got a 62% on the project. I couldn’t help it, I just started crying! I’ve been so stressed and so overwhelmed that the only thing I could do was cry! It just happens. It’s the only thing I know how to do when things get bad. **Side note, a bunch of us were studying and I told you that I had yet to cry during finals week, well, today I failed**
She told me why I did so bad – I failed miserably at labeling. It was so frustrating that I did poorly on something that was there but I didn’t highlight it, put it in parentheses, or label it. She told me to show her where these certain things were, the things I was supposed to label, and went through it went me. She saw that I had it all and told me to go ahead and label them all. Then raised my grade. Yes. SHE RAISED MY GRADE!!!! to an 87%. I couldn’t believe it. So I naturally cried again lol (im an emotional person, obvi) and told her how grateful I was. I couldn’t thank her enough. She told me one thing: “Remember what happened today. All I ask is that you pay it forward and do what I did for you, for a student of yours someday.” I promised I would and I plan on it. Here was a teacher who saw a students potential and wanted to make sure that a silly mistake didn’t hide that potential as failure.
I want to be just like that. I’ve never had a teacher understand the stress behind a project so well that they were willing to let you simply just explane yourself even when it’s all said and done in order to help you. She knew my work, she knew me and what I was capable of. A teacher like that calls their students higher, REALLY believes in them and makes sure their students see it too.
I really just wanted to share that. In the mist of a hell week, there was a light! Now I can breathe.
I hope everyone else gets to see a light this week in the mist of finals. Hopefully it doesn’t wait to show itself till the end of the week.
Good luck my friends!
I’m losing things to blog about. Really I just want to find a small hole and crawl in it… disappear for a little. I hate finals… the week before. whatever. Anyways. I saw this. I love it. I really like this guy, he said good things. And I love this kind of poetry, it makes me so happy… It’s 6 minutes long but stick with it!
I know everyone is posting about the class which I will totally do… after this. But first. I was watching one tree hill on Netflix with my roommate, pretty much blowing through 7 seasons in days… so sad, when She said “Shelby, I bet one day you’re going to be a teacher like Hayley.” And then I thought “God, I hope so.”
I’ll tell you why I want to be like Hayley from One Tree Hill. Finally, T.V. got something right. Long story short, Hayley publishes an essay written by one of her students who grew up in foster care. The essay waas filled with drugs and sex and things of the like. When hayley’s principal found out she was going to publish the essay in the school newspaper, she told her she would fire her if she went through with it. Hayley published it because she felt like it was relatable raw, and real. The principal then told her that she needed to write a letter of apology and then apologize to her class for poor judgement. Hayley didn’t and then got fired. She told her principal: “Congratulations. You made a good teacher not want to teach and good students not want to learn.”
I thought it was really cool that Hayley didn’t back down from what she believed in and wasn’t afraid to step om toes. In Pam Cokes class we talk a lot about certain cases that happen in the classroom and who the stakeholders are. Usually the first stakeholder is the principal. I guess I always knew that your job was in the hands of another, but not like that…
It got me excited too. I want to kind of be like that when i’m a teacher. Not go out and get myself fired, but be a great teacher who makes students want to lean simply because I’m not afraid to step on toes, because I cross boundaries and break lines… maybe. It also kind of freaked me out… I wish you could be the principal AND the english teacher. That would be super legit.
Anywho. That’s all I had to say. Not much but something.
Saw this tonight. I thought it was so interesting… good food for thought I guess.
I’m clearly not becoming a teacher for the money… no one really does. However, is this what I desire? I feel so conflicted sometimes.
I like how he said that we are just raising kids to be just like us. Which got me thinking; as a teacher what am I going to do to make sure that the kids I am teaching and influencing are not going to grow and live how we did? I’m NOT saying that we are not doing it wrong, but our generation sure is… I would hate for my kids to continue this generation’s problems and lifestyles, ya know, the whole “generation X” the one that nothing good came from… 😦
So for my final project I am submitting my work to the Journal for Teacher Education. They are doing a special edition that asks for people to submit work on how to teach across the disciplines. Their main focus is how to teach Shakespeare… it’s like they knew what I wanted to do. BECAUSE i was planning on teaching kids Shakespeare through Harry Potter while using the OED as a supplement. This way they get to learn a rough subject through something they can relate to and enjoy. They also get to learn how to use the OED in the classroom.
My question is this: what kind of research is needed for such a project? I feel a little lost. I need lots and lots of resources but mainly just research… I’m just not sure what kind would be best.
This whole project also sparks another thought of mine. I wonder if there are other ways to teach rough subjects. Shakespeare is so dry (that’s how I feel at least) that the more time that passes, the more and more disconnected students are going to feel from the subject. I feel like it’s important to keep up with times even when we are teaching students things from long ago. Other rough subjects could be grammer, or maybe even English for lots of kids, ESPECIALLY math (dryer than the dessert, sick). subjects that are hard to stay connected with, it’s important to keep students related to them.
I’d love to hear ideas about my final project, and even what other subjects you all have thought could use some “housekeeping” 😉
🙂 This made me giggle because it happened to me just the other night. WORST. PAIN. EVER.