New Sandals. A Free Day. Grading.

One of the most difficult things about teaching is the grading. I want my students to improve, so grading is necessary, but I also don’t like to discourage them by making negative comments on their papers. I can still remember frowning faces drawn by early elementary teachers, comments that said my teachers were very disappointed with me because I was so smart but lazy in intermediate grades, high school teachers who only marked a few pages of the papers I’d spent hours writing, and college professors who said I really needed to learn how to write. I don’t want to put those stumbling blocks in front of my students. Even though I am 37, when I sit down to write, I still have to remind myself to put away the voices of past teachers.

That being said, next year I am bringing out the big guns. My students will not know what hit them. We’re working on kicking everything up a notch. We’re going to write more, read more, learn more literary terms and devices, and we’re going to end up super smart by May, not that my students right now aren’t super smart. I just know that I can drive them much more passionately than what I have this year. The trick is not leaving behind those students who might need more help. This is the dance, and this is where the extra hours come in.

Though, I have to work extra hours, sometimes I get an occasional bonus day, like today, when my students are taking standardized exams. On free days, I grade, write, and read, which I suppose doesn’t really make them free days. I like them, though, because they are slow days. The one drawback is that I miss my students, and I miss watching them learn. That’s the pay-off of teaching, watching your students grasp a new concept or formulate a new idea. There is nothing else like feeling that you somehow had a part in their accomplishments.

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The barefoot running is going well. I just finished reading this book by Barefoot Ken Bob, and I strongly recommend it if you’re going to try barefoot running. Though it is pretty repetitive, the repetition helped to cement the concepts and techniques into my head. Lift your feet, bend your knees, maintain a straight posture, fall forward at your hips, and increase your cadence. This is the beautiful simplicity of barefoot running.

However, for some reason my right foot keeps getting small blisters on the ball. I am not sure if it is because I toe off or because I land too hard on that side. I do know that my right leg is slightly longer than my left, and that my form has to have something to do with it. They aren’t bad blisters and I know that I can still run much farther without pain than I could in shoes. And my recovery time is far less than it was before. All in all, barefoot running has changed my life.

In order to make sure that change sticks even through winter and super hot summer pavement, I ordered a pair of Brancas last night. They were only $30 and they seem a much better idea than VFFs, because the sole is thinner and it isn’t formed to fit the foot. Simply put, they are a flat piece of rubbery goodness that fits between the sole of the foot and ground to guard from heat or cold and nothing else. They have shipped, so I hope to get them before we head to Cincy on the 8th-grade trip.

A Whole New Chapter

On June 2, I plan to start a whole new chapter of my life, a technology-free chapter. I have been spending far too many hours with my face smashed into the computer screen, most of which has been spent on Facebook, Twitter, and email. My addiction has gotten to the point where I spend more time clicking back and forth between social networks and email, compulsively and to no good end. When I open my computer, I automatically open several tabs that I check obsessively until I log off the computer. I have found myself mindlessly clicking back and forth from tab to tab for hours. Sometimes a whole day will be taken up with the mindless shuffling between sites. There is no good reason for my compulsion, so I need to stop. I am giving myself an intervention.

On June 2 (and until August 14), I am not going to use the computer at all. Well, correctly stated, I will not use the Internet at all, but I have to use Word to type my dissertation. I plan to only use my cell phone with no texting for the duration of the summer. Why? Two reasons first come to mind: (1) I have become detached from people who are around me, being absorbed into my computer, even when there are people I care about in the room with me, and (2) I have to get a couple of chapters of my dissertation drafted.

I think this will help me to wean myself away from the social sites. Also, I hope to find myself getting much more done, including painting the house, refinishing the floors, drafting two chapters, writing some creative nonfiction, and running and swimming every day, except Saturdays when I will go for bike rides with Bec. I set goals. I don’t always keep them, but I never lose hope that I might, one day, make my goals.

Breakfast (AM)

Breakfast of champions: mango, beans, rice, spinach, onion, and Scorned Woman Sweet Magic hot sauce

ISTEP+

Today my students are taking the ISTEP+. I have a really hard time finding value in tests like these. My students have read, understood, interacted with, and reflected on texts that are so much more meaningful than those provided by the state for the purposes of the testing. My only hope is that they don’t get flustered. Every day before we take the test, I remind them what my mom used to tell me. “All I ask is that you do your best. I can’t ask any more of you than your best, and I certainly don’t expect any less.”

I think my problem is that these tests serve one purpose and one purpose only, which is to rank students on an artificial scale. They are, in my opinion, a means to a capitalist end, as are grades. If we rank and file students, then it makes them easier to control as adults. We can begin, at an early age, to sort them into who they will become.We determine through these tests who will succeed and who will fail. Though we claim that they do otherwise, they do not. They do not access how well the students have mastered what they have taught, they simply measure whose parents have shown interest in them throughout the school year, whose home lives are relatively stable, and whose creativity and ability to be intellectually curious has been sucked from them to the highest degree. They don’t want you to be creative. They want you to be drones.

Imagine an educational system in which students’ levels of ability determined what section of each subject they would attend, instead of their ages or grade levels. Imagine if students were encouraged at whatever level they function at, instead of constantly being forced to attain a level beyond their capabilities or below their capabilities, in some respects. Imagine a school in which a student’s age did not determine your curriculum, but his intelligence and interest level did. Imagine graduating student who had for all the years of school been asked to do their best because teachers cannot possibly accept less nor require more. What would this world look like if we leveled the very first playing field, education? There is plenty of time to be sorted out into the haves and have-nots throughout adulthood, but I think if we re-imagined education, we’d eventually close that gap.Of course, it might mean graduating students at the age of thirteen or fourteen if they’re intellecutally capable. Are we ready for that? No.

Because we’d no longer be in such drastic and marked competition with each other, we’d also place equal value on people who work in the service sector, recognizing that their abilities are just as necessary for our culture to function. A custodian who cleans the hospital, a housekeeper who does the laundry, and the nurse who creates the sterile environment, are just as important in a successful surgery as the surgeon who performs the task and gets the glory. Without the hierarchical form of education we now deem necessary, the surgeon may recognize at an early age that his success depends upon the success of his classmates.

There may also be an increase in students who don’t feel the pressure of going to college, who will choose to live a different lifestyle by taking a minimum-wage job and living frugally. Right now education is on a strange teleological path that ends with the heaven of the ivory tower, but what if we taught our students that there is more to life than being financially stable, owning multiple cars, a big house, and a summer cottage? What would happen then? What our students realized they didn’t have to buy into the nonsense that is the US capitalist economy? We just might end up with a few more geniuses.

Barefoot Running

One thing about barefoot running that I will never understand is the way people act like it’s a new concept. I left school the other day to go on my standard 3-mile run. Typically, I wear running shoes, but since I’ve been running barefoot (and loving it) I left the shoes up in my classroom. It was raining just a bit—probably why I got blisters, but if felt so right—and I swear you wouldn’t believe the looks I got! One woman even stopped her car, got out, and started talking to me about it. Thankfully she was positive, but some others weren’t. I have gone barefoot most of my life, including a good chunk of college where I didn’t wear shoes unless there was snow or it was below freezing. I guess I just don’t think of going barefoot as being so revolutionary, but I always have loved Zola Budd. Even when she and Mary Decker had their little tiff, I always loved Zola. Her bare feet were scandalous. 🙂 I love the feeling being barefoot gives me. And I love the low-cost footwear!