Kids are the final assessment step in the way you are viewed as an educator. Most mentor teachers will tell you the child’s well-being is your top priority and that you shouldn’t “teach to the test.” Kids are complicated and their success or failure should not be predicated on a test. Of course this is true but not always the best, most practical advice.
The test these days is king. It is not wrong to use it as your focus.
Getting kids ready for the “flight” of the test should be part of your routine. Giving kids a similar test over and over (daily? every other day?) is a great way to not only get data to adjust your teaching but also to get them “used to” the format and scenario of the test situation so,
View your time in preparation for the test as a flight simulator. I actually call the pretests I give “flight simulators” to the kids. At first they thought I had a video game for them, lol. Now they know what I mean, and they get excited about a chance to create their own success.
When you take on a project, it’s important to remember that your ideas will grow and develop as you travel through it. Too many times I have visualized the end product of a project before it was time and ended up unsatisfied at the end. When a boss or family member etc. asks us to do something for them, we are filled with enthusiasm, we want a quick product. But would we settle for a quick product if it was for us personally? I wouldn’t. I spend a long time researching cars I want to buy (for example) or themes I want to use or websites I want to make before I set out to make them. The same should be true when we are working for others. Stay open minded and let the project take on a life of its own. I have always believe that life is a journey not a destination and if you know the destination before you start the process, you’ll be disappointed at the end.
This is especially important to remember now with the employment rate being as low as it is. We should emphasize what we can do today and out tomorrow will be better.
I read this story and was so inspired. Not because I’d like to cut my arm off, but it shows the capacity we have as humans to do what we have to do, however horrific, to survive. This article is truly an example of a possibility thinker in action.
KERSHAW COUNTY, SC (WIS) – A Kershaw County man is sharing his story of survival. He faced a life or death decision when his hand got stuck in a piece of farm equipment, and then a fire broke out around him. What he did next might shock you, and we have to warn you that some of the details might be disturbing.
Sounds morbid huh? Not to me. I see it as a positive, self-improvement mantra. Most people have seen a dead person like a grandparent or friend in a casket at a funeral. We know they don’t look real. I remember my grandfathers both looked like wax. It is not their appearance that hits me the hardest it is the realization that they are not animated anymore. Some might even argue (and have) that it is because their soul has left the body. Whatever your explanation, it is undeniable that dead bodies look vastly different than living ones. I think you reach a plateau with the fear of death and you accept that everyone of us will indeed die. At that realistic point you can start to view people you encounter as really just temporarily alive.
You can ensure your words mean more because anyone you encounter, be it a boss or friend, will one day die. This can help with being direct, saying what’s most important only, and attempting to make a long lasting influence as much as possible. Of course it is first and foremost helpful in living a qualty life to accept that you yourself are only “temporarily alive.” This possibly morbid but certainly full-of-impact phrase has the power to change your life for the better. Laptop memory is affordable, but when our minds get to a certain age … all we can do is look back. Make the most of the time right now.
How might your day go differently with this mindset?
This is from some time back, I can tell by the ages of my kids in the post. Life is indeed short. Anyway, I think it’s still a great diary entry so I’m putting it back out for you all today :) You’re welcome!
My son and I were driving home the other day and we were both starving with the dream of a local buffet we love. We called my wife and asked her if she was up for it. As it turned out, she was busy and not hungry so she gave us the green light to go on our own. Since my girls are almost 2 and 4, they are beautiful but often a big hassle to bring out. Needless to say, Dad and son were stoked to get a reprieve. We don’t get to do much alone just he and I.
I think it’s important for us humans to treat ourselves once in a while.
You and I recreate our minds and feed our mental energy when we eat, laugh, and love with those we care about. No need to be a “glutton” but good food and company with a good friend gives health to the soul! :)
As I ate my chocolate cake and sipped my coffee. My son told me all about the book he was reading. It’s moments like that you can’t describe the value of as a dad. I hope you have the means to go to a buffet soon with someone special. Life is too short to miss out on this stuff.
Notes and reflections: May was a disappointing month in some ways and a revolutionarily cool one in others. I lost PageRank on my personal blog and Postcards which were both my biggest ad sources of income. Of course, the monster of irony is that the ads I got prior to losing my PageRank will now cease. It’s a dilemma that will probably never halt between good-hearted bloggers who seek to make a living and Google who seeks to take all that away. On a stranger note, my teaching blog gained a PageRank notch and is now a 3. If you look, last month I pretty much did every other post as a paid post … go figure. Google will never counsel you or tell you why they do what they do but in a way it’s a good thing:
I always explore more new things when I have no PR.
“Plenty to live for and nothin’ to lose.” -Dave Sharp
In a word I’ll describe my plans for June: “automate.”
’nuff said. See you with the blog stats that will follow on the other side of 40 in July. Take it easy.
So there ya have it! While I am always working on a perfect model to make money and reputation online, these folks are working an a better treatment for acne. I recommend checking their site out if that is an issue you struggle with. A lot of people do.
It’s a good question, what would I want to be remembered for after I’m gone. As I sat with a yellow pad, a lot of the same old values came out. I listed them. After that, I decided to eliminate the ideals that I liked doing in favor of those that I truly wanted people to remember me by. I came up with 5.
Loving Dad: I really want to leave memories with my kids and an impression to the world that I was a loving dad. This is sometimes easier than others but it can be challenging.
Effective teacher: A daily/weekly/yearly process and pursuit.
Reader: I need tons of work here. Instead of putting out so much I need a daily practice of taking in what others have written.
Loving husband: This is a fun challenge and I hope people remember how much I love my wife.
Welcome to the November 2015 NaBloPoMo writing prompts! As with all NaBlo prompts, Saturday and Sunday are for free writing.
This week’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “indescribable.” Use the actual word in your post or just base your post on something that defies description.
If you’ve ever kept a diary you’ve probably experienced looking back at something you wrote in the past that has changed in meaning. Perhaps you were nervously anticipating an upcoming challenge that turned out being no big deal at all. Or maybe you were sounding your trumpet about an event that now, later in time, seems to have lost it’s sheen.
At 46, I could never explain this and I don’t know why I’m trying to do so to people younger than me. It’s less important to define everything and more important to define those universal themes that have stood the test of time for ones life. Like the photo above I found on Tumblr, we can’t see the track ahead clearly. The forest/city/town that we’ll see down the tracks will likely defy all current description. The best advice I can give as you travel through life is to take it easy and believe all things do change.
Women are the saving grace of humanity. Unfortunately, they are an enigma to us men. We can watch and wait patiently in hopes of gaining understanding. But understanding our lady is a lifelong pursuit.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lazy Learners.” Is there something you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t gotten around to? What is it and what’s stopping you from mastering the skill?
Whether it was my first crush in grade school or after the first few months being married, I’ve always wanted to understand women. I love my wife, she takes sych good care of me and our kids. It would seem the things she does along that path make perfect sense but they don’t always. It seems like men are easier to figure out. They have primal motives. Women are different and that intrigues me.
There is a sort of permeating sadness in all the women I have known. It’s as if they carry an extra burden in this life. That sadness makes them beautiful. Sometimes we men will do all we can to reach out and cure their sadness but we are not usually successful. I think the human race relies on that sadness for balance. Greed, hatred, bigotry, racism … these are all sins that cause wars and strife. Women carry a place for the lost of the world in their hearts. This is partially why we find them beautiful. I learn a little more each year I am married. I wait and watch and discover. Understanding a woman takes time and an open mind the likes of which I never imagined before I got married. It makes me better being married to a wonderful woman but I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand why. I’ve always wanted to understand women but the closer I get, the further it seems.
Through the ages there has been this idea that finding your soulmate will solve all your personal problems. It’s a false notion. I married well and my wife is definitely the best I ever had! Thank goodness she stooped to my level and said “I do.” For that I feel qualified to write this today. I’d like to give my take on a soulmate. I certainly feel I have found mine after 13 years of marriage (on 11/9/2015).
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Yin to My Yang.” How do you define the term “soulmate,” and do you believe in the existence of such a person — for you?
A soulmate is one who makes you better. You go through your teens and twenties learning who you are. After that I think is the best time to start thinking about a soulmate. People say they know the “one” before then but as for me, it would have been darned near impossible. I et my wife when I was 33 and she was 25. The age difference showed up here and there as a communication block but we aways worked through those times. Now it is almost never a concern.
When you decide to marry someone, you should know that labeling them “soulmate” is not the grand panacea or any marital ailment. I think of the soulmate as the one who can fight fair with you. Yes, there is a lot of fighting in marriage, I don’t care what people may say to contradict me. You choose to be with someone over and over until you die. At the end of your life is when you can look back and rightfully claim someone was your soulmate and not before. It’s a choice not a fairy tale. But, if you find someone who can fight fair with you and loves you enough to learn to fight fair, it can e the most wondrous sharing experience of a lifetime.
Poverty is something most young people can’t comprehend until they experience it or even just see it. Seeing it transformed me on a trip I took to Mexico at age 18. I was forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “When Childhood Ends.” Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).
When I was 18, I went with a group of Southern California kids and adult leaders to give food and supplies to an orphanage in Tijuana. I had the opportunity to give a child a bike. The place was actually situated behind a dump. It was regular practice for the kids there to trash pick for food and other items. The leaders gave me a rebuilt bike to give to a boy who they told me had just discovered his parents stabbed and dead in the dump. It was sobering and sad.
I learned a lot on that trip. As an OC brat, I took a lot for granted growing up. That experience really made me grow up in an instant. I saw that security was not granted for everyone as it was for me. Poverty is real. I think all children growing up in the lap of luxury with Disneyland right in her/his backyard should spend time in poverty. It made me thankful for my parents and my family. It made me realize that I was always just a couple paychecks away from being in poverty myself and that I needed to invest in myself in college and savings to ensure a life far from poverty. I also learned that Tijuana poverty is far below any poverty I had seen in Southern California all my short life.
John Lennon sang, “All you need is love.” Why doesn’t anybody want to hear that anymore? My mom said something similar as I was growing up. It annoyed me then but it’s foundational in my family and work now. Daily Post Prompt: Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when … Continue reading Love Each Other
John Lennon sang, “All you need is love.” Why doesn’t anybody want to hear that anymore? My mom said something similar as I was growing up. It annoyed me then but it’s foundational in my family and work now.
Daily Post Prompt: Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when you were a kid, despite the fact you hated it back then?
My mother would always tell us kids, I’m the oldest of 4, to love each other when we would fight. I remember pushing and even punching in the back seat on road trips. Sometimes my poor devoted dad would have to pull over to make good on his threat to.
I was an ornery kid to be sure. In some ways, I think I deserved a higher level of consequences than they gave me. But at some point, I turned out alright. Now I tell my own kids to love each other and even my “at times brawling” students. I did hate hearing it but now it’s my certified slogan. May it spread.
I would call my second year as a Pizza Hut Manager a valley that I rose to a mountaintop from. I left teaching because I was overwhelmed and the result was a valley I thought I’d never rise above. I control my destiny, I decided where my career would go, twice.
The Daily Post writing prompt: Describe a time when you quickly switched from feeling at the top of the world to sinking all the way down (or vice versa). Did you learn anything about yourself in the process?
From 2000-2002 I managed the Pizza Hut in Dana Point, California. I had 10 years prior experience there and I was bilingual and highly educated, perhaps beyond necessity. They took me in and made me a manager. The first year was exciting, it was different from teaching and I liked that. The second year was drudgery. I couldn’t make the numbers they set for me and I didn’t have much time off. I felt lower than low. I was living alone and dreading each day walking into the place. I think they could tell as well. After some highly revelatory personal experiences, I knew that teaching was for me so I quite Pizza Hut, started subbing and within months has several interviews. In August of 2002 I was hired as a 5th grade teacher, I was 33.
I think what makes me proud of my valleys is that I looked up at the mountaintop and I didn’t let despair take over. This is an important life skill: When down in the valley, look up at the mountaintop. If you can see it, don’t take your eyes off it as your destiny and you’ll get there. I’ve been a public school teacher now for 16 years. ALL my experiences, especially the valleys make me the great teacher people recognize today.
What if you had a time machine and you went to the end of the world in it. What if you found out that a small number of people were remembered as being loving and peaceful. Would you want to be among them? I would.