tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48091531220331500612024-02-19T09:56:06.521-06:00Miss ChelseyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-46474604855599673542013-05-23T13:29:00.002-05:002013-05-23T13:29:44.215-05:00You Are My Heaven.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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“Chelsey has such
potential and she’s such a smart girl, but she has got to start paying
attention and stop trying to read her books under her desk during class.” I was
exposed to be literature and music at a very young age and they are both
hobbies that I enjoy today as an (almost) adult. There is not a single period
of time in my life that I remember where I was not reading a book, aside from
that one time when I was still wearing a pull-up and my brother told me that
when people die they die with their eyes open, and then he pretended to be
dead. I have spent my whole life reading, sometimes to the dismay of the adults
surrounding me; and I have spent many Sunday mornings standing in front of a
church singing by myself or as part of a worship team. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
can remember being a very young child laying down in the backseat of the car
while listening to early 90’s country songs. I would listen to the whole song
and then when it was over I would tell me mom what I thought the singer was
trying to say. I was the same way with books, I would read an entire book and
then search through the house for my mom and make her stand there and listen to
me while I told her everything about the book that I could remember. I was so
enamored with the stories that came from books and from songs, and I loved
trying to decipher them. I can tell you now, there are plenty of country songs
that I definitely did not understand until I was much older, and then I would laugh
at imaging how my mom must have felt when I was seven and eight years old
trying to explain all of these songs that dealt with situations that I wouldn’t
understand for a good twelve years.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Books
were my haven of my childhood. I could entertain myself for hours on end,
devouring a whole series of books in a matter of days. I was the only kid that
my mom really enjoyed taking grocery shopping, because she would take me into
the book section of Wal-Mart, wait until I sat down on the ground with a good book,
and then she would leave me on my own and go on with her shopping. I was the
only kid that I know of that was ever grounded from reading; television and
video games never mattered to me and I could have cared less if I wasn’t
allowed to watch them but I just hated when my books were taken from me. My mom
says it was the only thing that I ever cared enough about to really have any
effect on me. I can remember when the Left Behind series came out and my mom
bought the first couple of books from the kid’s series for me and the first
book of the adult series for herself. Later that day when we were back home I
asked my mom if I could read her book and she said no, that it was too grown up
for me, and then she hid it from me. Only a few days passed before she walked
in on me laying on the ground half under her bed, reading the “hidden” book. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Unfortunately,
not all of my experiences with books have been wonderful. I remember the day
that I laid on the couch sick, reading Old Yeller. I hated that book. It was
the first time that I had read a book and not enjoyed it, but it wouldn’t be my
last. Very shortly after that my older brother began reading the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Let The Circle Be Unbroken</i> series for
school and I decided that I wanted to read them as well. I read <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry </i>and when I
finished the last page I stood up, walked silently to the kitchen, and threw my
brother’s library book into the trash can. I own that book now; it’s a lesson
that I want to pass on to my students and to my own children, but I have never
again even cracked open the cover of it. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
have so many other memories associated with music and literature, memories that
would take up so much more than two or three pages for a school assignment,
memories that would take much longer than a week to compile. There is not a
single period of time in my life that I remember that isn’t filled with
memories of book and of music; they are my life. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-22991592007153808012012-08-23T11:58:00.002-05:002012-08-23T11:58:19.429-05:00Show Me What I'm Looking For.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“I
bet you could fit into this locker,” my eight year old self said to my younger
sister. “Don’t worry, I have my combination here, I’ll let you back out!” As
luck would have it, the locker that was assigned to me for my third grade year was
at the end of the hallway one floor directly above my mother’s new classroom,
so it was a short run down to her to explain in a panic how I had locked
Chassey into my new locker and couldn’t get her out. My mom had taught before I
was born but this was the first time in my memory that she was going to be a
teacher and so, the beginning of my own journey. </div>
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Being the middle
child of two teachers who had both just taken jobs in USD 494 meant that I
spent a lot of my free time running up and down the hallways of the elementary
and high school, terrorizing janitors and pestering my parents coworkers. I was
never shy or timid as a child and any friend, acquaintance, or friendly
stranger of my parents became my immediate friend. My parents never bothered
giving me the speech about not speaking to strangers for many reasons, but mainly
because they were confident that anyone who decided to kidnap me would bring me
back within the same day, tired of being hassled. I was loved as a child, and
yet while I knew that I was loved I still never really fit into my role in my
family. In my mind I was always at least ten years older than I really was and
knew way more than my little kid britches could hold. I loved to sing and
dance, loudly, for anyone that would watch and as an eight year old I wanted to
be a high school cheerleader more than anything else. I knew that I was
different than most people, because I always felt so much older than anyone
else my age, but for the most part I was a happy kid. My third grade teacher
was Ms. Kalinoski and on the evenings when my mom had too many papers to grade
my sister and I would go over to Ms. K’s house and hang out with her.
Eventually she started letting me help her with her grading. I graded so many
papers and it didn’t matter to me at all that these were the papers of my
peers, or that I now knew sensitive information about them; I could have cared
less about the grades of my peers, but I so enjoyed using that red pen to
notate an error or to draw a smiley face at the top of the page.</div>
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My parents got
divorced a few years after my third grade year; I honestly could not tell you
when exactly, as it just wasn’t an important event in my life. At the end of my
seventh grade year my mom and I decided that I would attend a private Christian
school in our town. I had just gone through cheer tryouts and made it for the
second year in a row but I was miserable in school; it was hard to be a true
trouble-maker when your mom was on the other end of the building that connected
the high school to the elementary and always just one e-mail away. With a sad
heart I explained why I had chosen to enroll in another school and handed back
my uniform. </div>
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The public school
in Syracuse, KS at that time was a 1A school and the private school that had
just reopened after over 10 years was even smaller. First through twelfth
grades were all in the same room and there was approximately 25 of us in all. I
had gone to church with some of the other kids for years and a few others had
gone to public school with me, so it was not a scary transition but a welcome
one, and my best friend was there too. I was twelve and Maggie was sixteen and
she was one of the most confident, laid back, grown up sixteen year olds that I
had ever known. A lot of the confidence that I have in myself today is due to
the friendship with Maggie that we still maintain today. I completed two years
at Syracuse Christian Academy before my mom remarried and we moved to Udall, a
small town that none of us had ever heard before and didn’t sound too
promising. The two years in private school had allowed me to surpass all of the
students my age and I spent the last three years of high school struggling to
even find anything to do. After a blow out between the principal and I where he
suggested that maybe I drop out of school my mom once again stepped in to save
the day. They agreed that I would be allowed to spend the mornings in the
elementary with her and her classroom, tutoring children to read and acting as
an aide for my mom that ran errands or graded papers. Despite the fact that my
mom and I had stopped being really close years before because of my attitude
towards adult instruction I had still spent every summer helping prepare her
classroom for a new group of students and spent a lot of my lunch breaks in her
room surfing the internet on her computers, so it was an agreeable suggestion
to me that I spend my mornings with her. The first time that I helped a girl
learn to read changed my life; not to say that I suddenly started being any
less stubborn and troublesome, but I knew then that I had to finish high school
so that I could go on and do something great with my life, and become a
teacher. Starting my junior year of high school I started enrolling in college
classes at the community college a few towns away and by the end of my senior
year I had almost finished my freshman year of college. </div>
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Despite the fact
that I had found my calling in education, college became a struggle for me just
as high school had. I didn’t want to continue with classes because I was so
bored and if I had to hear, “because that’s how it is,” one more time when I
asked my adviser why I had to take so many lame classes just to be a teacher, I
was going to scream. My supportive mom agreed that maybe it was best that I
took a few years off from school to get my life figured out and so I
immediately withdrew from my classes and moved out of the dorms into an
apartment by myself. Maybe I didn’t want to teach after all? I started working
in a hotel and I loved the business aspect of it all, I loved the guests that
came from all over to attend business in Wichita and I started dreaming of
going back to school for business administration instead of education. After a
few months of living in Winfield, Kansas, I moved on to bigger and better
things by getting an apartment in Wichita. I started a job working at GMAC
Financial and found out that they offered to pay for higher education, as long
as I was willing to go into business. I toyed with the idea for awhile,
fascinated by all the challenges that would be offered to me if I did something
new and exciting. I enrolled back into college but didn’t declare any major, I
just took some classes. I had finally grown up enough to realize that even if I
hated it with all of my might; I still had to take college algebra. First
though, I had to take an entrance class, because it had been years since I had
even looked at a calculator and knew that I wouldn’t be able to pass algebra
without a precursor first. My Introduction to College Algebra class once again
opened my eyes to the beauty of learning. I realized that all that we were
doing was learning different methods to solve the same problem and that by
doing so the professor was giving everyone a chance to solve the problem in
their own way; it was genius. I declared myself an education major once more. </div>
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I could not now
look at my life and my future and see myself anywhere except in a classroom. My
earliest memories of life and learning started in that hallway when I closed my
sister inside of that locker and I want my last memories to be in a similar
hallway, doing what I do best. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-66025204148424625082011-08-25T10:10:00.001-05:002011-08-25T10:26:18.797-05:00You're my crack of sunlight.<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Chelsey Hann</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Instructional Technology</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">Dr. Shellie Gutierrez</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">August 18, 2011</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I become frustrated a lot. I knew it was a part of my personality to want to teach others how to find themselves in this world, and how to have their own moral code that matches my own, all the while exploring the world that is out there; but I did not realize how much that characteristic defined my personality until I took the Keirsey Temperament test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Kiersey test defined my temperament as Idealist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Idealists, in general, love to contemplate themselves and their own personal growth, as well as the growth and development of the people around them. We as Idealists see things in black and white, right and wrong. I immediately felt a connection with the report while I was reading it, it described me almost perfectly!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reading further through the report, it said that Idealists are kind of rare, only making up about twenty percent of the population, which gave me reassurance that I was not always requesting too much of people, but rather that we’re just different personalities and see the world in a different way. I am okay with this concept, but I am still working on how to incorporate that knowledge into my daily life, how do I go into a classroom and teach a body of students who do not think as I do? With love and lots of patience, hopefully. The MI Learning Styles test was a little confusing for me, seeing as how a lot of the numbers matched very closely to one another. Maybe it is trying to tell me that I do not have a particular learning style that I prefer best, but that I do have some that I do not like at all (Naturalistic was only a 26%). Linguistics and Music were my highest levels, with Music at a 45%, and Linguistic at a 43%. Mathematics and Kinesthetic followed closely behind, both with a 39%. I think the test was pretty accurate, I love to read, I talk with my hands, I love putting anything together with my hands (or taking it apart),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and currently while writing this paper I’m listening to Pandora Radio. Most people that know me well would disagree with the mathematics as I have never done well in a math class, but I do love logic, and I think I just find math classes lacking in challenge and importance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The VARK questionnaire just solidified what I already knew from the two previous tests, I have a multimodal learning preference (a little of each). Reading/Writing and Kinesthetic were tied at a 7, Visual was 6, and Aural was 5. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">The knowledge that I was slowly coming around to figuring out on my own was answered in these tests. I love to teach and help individuals find their way through life, but I can very easily get frustrated when it seems that they are not on the same page as me. When working with children, that is something that I will have to take into consideration. I have known a lot of teachers who spend a lot of time yelling in class, and I know a lot of parents who spend a lot of time yelling at home. I do not want to ever be either of those. That being said, I also do not want to worry so much about how I come across to my students that I never teach them anything because I’m too afraid of pushing them too far. I think knowing my personality temperament is a swell thing, but I think knowing what the other temperaments are will affect my teaching style more, because I will have incorporate those into how I think and how I teach.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I would like to be able to say that I do not have any weaknesses but since I do, instead I’m going to say that acknowledging my weaknesses for what they are is actually one of my greatest strengths. I am driven, and passionate, and honestly want to make each child that I come across realize that the world is completely open to them in so many ways as long as they apply themselves. I love kids and I love teaching, and every time I skip count in front of a child and watch their brains click and make connections it just brightens my whole day. On the flip side, I know that being who I am means that I sometimes want too much from my students; that I have too high of expectations of them, and that if I do not keep that bar of expectations down to child height I could end up stressing everyone out, myself included. I have excellent communication skills, I’m organized, I am a planner and a list-maker, I’m creative (which I tend to think is an extremely excellent strength when it comes to children), I work well under pressure, and I’m not afraid to reach out to those around me for help. However, I am also (slightly) demanding, impatient at times and easily stressed out in small situations. I do not really care for rules, but I’ve never figured out whether I honestly think that is a strength or weakness. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">I will have to adapt who I am into a classroom of diverse students, because very few people out there are like me personality-wise. Instead of imagining what it would feel like to have each of my children get the highest score possible in the state assessments, I will have to learn to focus on more tangible, realistic ideas. The majority of personalities out in the world are a Guardian temperament, meaning that they have very realistic views of the world, and if I stood up in front of the classroom with my art equipment each day they would all start running for the hills. Showing them concrete proof of what it is that I am trying to teach will reach them more effectively. That also is being said for the other two temperaments, but in their cases I will have to adjust my ways of thinking to acknowledge that they might cut corners to get the results that they want, and that I need to be appreciative of the fact that they at least got the correct answer (that does not say that I condone cheating, merely thinking outside of the box). Everyone has to adapt in life to get along with each other, and I think that those who were born to be teachers (and I do think that people are “born” to be something) are naturally able to adapt better than others.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-85087548416971238202011-08-20T09:10:00.005-05:002011-08-23T18:51:52.446-05:00Intellect has powerful muscles, but no personality (Hey, wait!)I am taking Instructional Technology this semester which I thought meant that I would be learning how to use technology (i.e., doing nothing), but apparently I was incorrect. Instructional Technology is how to incorporate technology into education, I guess that's why this class is required for my degree (boo, Chelsey). So our first assignment is to take three tests - one personality test and two learning styles tests, and then write a paper reflecting on our personality/learning types and how to use those/adapt in the classroom.<br />
So! The first test:<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Idealists at Work</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;">Your beliefs are the arbiter of your actions, even if you cannot articulate those beliefs specifically. You hold a strong, clear sense of the way the universe works, what's "right" and what's "wrong," and what your purpose is in the overall scheme of things. In your ideal job, you can embody those beliefs in your relationships with other people. Because you likely have a talent for de-escalating situations and can almost always find just the "right words", you often significantly improve the morale of organizations to which you belong.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
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</tbody></table>These few paragraphs were like my own personal bermuda triangle. I started reading and it just sucked me in. This is me (minus the part about always being able to find the "right words")! I've already started writing my paper and have almost finished it, which isn't due until the 29th (over-achiever Chelsey to the rescue!) and I will be suuuure to share it with you as soon as I am done! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-30869276887471828702011-05-03T18:34:00.002-05:002011-08-20T09:12:11.788-05:00I have a philosophy!<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Chelsey Hann</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Intro to Teaching </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Philosophy of Education</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">May 3, 2011</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I had to take an Introduction to College Algebra class one year, and much to my surprise it was actually my favorite class of the semester. Each couple of weeks we learned a new process, and then spent those weeks learning different methods to tackle each type of process. Now, some of these ways were horrible for me personally, but in each set of weeks, I learned at least one way to handle each set of problems that fit me, and if need be, I could solve the problem using a different method as well. Now, math will never be my forte, and I cannot even really look at a calculator without cringing, but I left that semester and that classroom with more confidence in my mathematic abilities than I had ever had before, and will ever have after – guaranteed. This is what successful teaching looks like to me; students learning to flourish and grow into themselves by any method necessary, surrounded by teachers who do not expect them to figure out the secret of pi, but still encouraging them to try. Albert Einstein said, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid”. If I could make this one sentence my entire philosophy and stop at that, I would. Instead, this quote is what I want to base my philosophy on.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">In my classroom children will become well-developed in the fields of math, science, history, and English through the means of hands-on and minds-on learning. Core subjects are very important to me; they are the foundation upon which the school system was built. That being said, I think creative outlets like music and art are supremely important to the development of a child as a whole. I believe shop class to be good for the mental development of young men, and I think sports are cathartic. Schools should keep an atmosphere of discipline, while incorporating creative techniques that will introduce students to examine and question realities. John Dewey was once quoted as saying, “Education is not a preparation for life; education is life itself”. It is my role as a teacher to prepare children for the adult world with real life experiences, and I think it is important that children are knowledgeable, and it is the roll of my students to ask questions, and to argue, and if they think another method is superior to the method that is given, then I want to hear it. I want to inspire children for life, not just the months that they spend sitting in my classroom. I want to encourage them to over-achieve, inspire them to think outside the box, and push them to achieve their highest goals. Each student is unique, and I believe in arming them with the knowledge and intellect and emotion that is required in the world that they experience. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Teaching is important to me because I think every child has the potential to be outstanding in life, in their own way, and they just need someone to show them how to get there. I will be that person.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-49529613742479217382011-04-27T12:04:00.007-05:002011-05-03T18:47:48.902-05:00Earth Day!Teacher: Chelsey Hann<br />
Subject: Science<br />
Grade Level: Third Grade<br />
Date: April 27, 2011<br />
Time Frame: 1 class period, 35 minutes<br />
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<b>I. Content: </b>I want my students to be able to know the definition of "pollution", develop personal actions to solve pollution, and learn ways to practice reducing, reusing, and recycling.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>II. Prerequisites: </b>Students must be able to give a vague description of what they think "recycling" is, and how they can help. They also have to be able to write a complete sentence with correct spelling and punctuation. </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><b>III. Instructional Objective: </b>Students will all be able to write one sentence describing how they personally can help stop pollution/start recycling.<br />
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">1. Purpose/Objective:</b> The purpose of this lesson is to teach students the importance of taking care of the world they live in; that unless something is taken care of, it will wither and perish. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>IV. Instructional Procedure: </b></div><div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><i>9:25-9:30:</i> Watch Youtube clip of Eco the Butterfly, and find out what the students already know about pollution and recycling.</div><div style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><i>9:30-9:40: </i>"Michael Recycle" by Ellie Bethel, and introduce extra credit spelling words: "pollution", "environment", "ecology", and "recycle" (the actual definitions of the words can be explained during spelling time).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>VI. Assessment/Evaluation: </b>The spelling and punctuation will count for 5% of the total grade, otherwise, if there is a sentence describing how the student can help the earth by either stopping pollution or by reducing, reusing, or recycling - then they will get an A.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>VII. Follow-up Activities: </b>For homework, the students will take home a "Think Green" word search, and if the student tells their parents what recycling is and have the parent sign the word search, then the student will get 5 extra minutes at recess.We will also color and label different boxes and set them up throughout the classroom, for paper, plastic, and aluminum cans, and students will be expected to use the correct boxes throughout the year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Subject: Writing<br />
Grade Level: Third Grade<br />
Date: April 13, 2011<br />
Time Frame: I week, 25 minute classes<br />
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<b>I. Content</b>: I want my students to be able to practice writing by composing a short poem based upon personal experience.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Kansas State Standard: Third Grade - Standard 1:Writing - Bench Mark 1 - Indicator 2:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Practices writing by using (1) personal experience (2) observations (3) prior knowledge."</i></div><br />
<b>II. Prerequisites</b>: Students must be able to identify rhyming words, and must be able to write a short story using proper punctuation and capitalization.<br />
Anticipatory Set: Reggie the Rhyming Rhino (http://teacher.scholastic.com/activities/bll/reggie/index.htm)<br />
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<b>III. Instructional Objective</b>: Students will demonstrate their understanding of the state standard listed above by writing a poem based upon a personal experience. The purpose of this week's lesson is to find and experience the fun of poetry. Poetry is a hard subject to find enjoyment in later in life if it is not properly introduced early on. My objective is to show the fun of writing a poem, to prepare them for later learning.<br />
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<b>IV. Instructional Procedures</b>: The first five minutes of each class will be spent using the smartboard playiing "Reggie the Rhyming Rhino" each day - focusing the kids onto rhyming and poetry, and refreshing their minds on what they already know.<br />
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<i>Monday: Intro to personal experiences</i><br />
9:00-9:05 Reggie the Rhyming Rhino<br />
9:05-9:10 Explaining the day's objective: writing a short story based upon a personal experience<br />
9:10-9:12 Modeling my own short story:<br />
<div align="center" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><b>Last summer my family and I went out to the lake, and while I was out there I became very sunburnt. I was so sunburned that it hurt to lay in bed! From now on, I will listen when my mom tells me to put on sunscreen.</b></div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;">9:12-9:25 Students will write their own short story.</div><br />
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<i>Tuesday: Poetry Introduction</i><br />
9:00-9:05 Reggie the Rhyming Rhino<br />
9:05-9:20 "Boa Constrictor" by Shel Silverstein and "Daisy Head Mayzie" by Dr Seuss.<br />
9:20-9:25 Smartboard - "Boa Constictor"- Circle the rhyming words as a class.<br />
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<i>Wednesday: Personal experience poetry</i><br />
9:00-9:05 Reggie the Rhyming Rhino<br />
9:05-9:25 Modeling my poem, and guided practice, based upon fake personal experiences.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div align="center" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><strong>I went out in the sun,</strong></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><strong>and that sun ruined my fun.</strong></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><strong>Now it hurts to sit,</strong></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><strong>But I guess that's what I get!</strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div></div>(Remember: rhyming usually happens at the end of the line, but it definitely doesn't have to. Make the poem your own.)<br />
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<i>Thursday & Friday:</i><br />
9:00-9:05 Reggie the Rhyming Rhino<br />
9:05-9:25 Working on their own poems.<br />
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<b>V. Materials & Equipment</b>: Smartboard: used for Reggie the Rhyming Rhino as well as the worksheet over "Boa Constrictor" and the guided practice. "Daisy Head Mayzie" by Dr Seuss. "Boa Constrictor" by Shel Silverstein. Construction paper: to glue the poems to after they're finished.<br />
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<b>VI. Assessment</b>: Every misspelled word will be counted off, name on the paper, punctuation on both the story and the poem, and at least one pair of rhyming words.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Story: 50 Points</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Personal Experience: 25 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spelling: 10 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">Punctuation: 10 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">Name: 5 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Poem: 50 Points</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Personal Experience: 15 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 Pair of Rhyming Words: 20 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spelling/Punctuation: 10 Points</div><div style="text-align: center;">Name: 5 Points</div><b>VII. Follow-Up Activities</b>: Decorating the poems, gluing them to construction paper, and hanging them up outside the classroom.<br />
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<b>VIII. Self Assessment</b>: I think this is a fantastic week of writing class, if I do say so myself. Maybe it should have been a Haiku instead though. Writing a poem based off a story is actually a little harder than I thought.<br />
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I am going to be completely honest: my introduction to teaching class almost broke me of my will to live. There were a lot of times throughout this semester that I almost thought about dropping the class, or changing my major, or giving up on life altogether. It took me the majority of the semester before I realized that the attempt to break me of my will to teach was intentional, and now nearing the end of the year, I can say with complete confidence that I still want to be an educator.</div></div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">I'm positive that there will be hard times, and I am certain that there will be children that make me want to scream and cry. I am equally as confident that I can change the lives of the children that I teach; I am ready to be the inspiration to these children that they can carry with them past their years in school, and throughout life.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">It was a surprise to me to find out that I would be able to teach any level with the same level of competence. For the majority of my life I was sure that I would only want to teach elementary school, and then, only recently, did I decide to do special education. Never did it occur to me to want to teach general education at the middle or high school levels. After my observations though, I realized that I would not mind it too much. I still think that what I can provide to an eight year old would be more worthwhile than what I could provide to an eighteen year old, and I enjoy younger children more - but I do not dislike the older students and in fact, had a lot of fun being around them.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">This semester in school made me face the fact that there will be hard times and that I will face situations that I have never had to face before, but it also confirmed that this is what I want to be doing with my life; I want to teach.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">I parked next to police car. I cannot even begin to explain how weird it was to be parking next to a police car, preparing to go into a high school and observe. I got the eye from a security guard, who told me I needed to get to class, and I passed a bank. A real bank, where these kids used their debit cards and got out money. After the first five minutes of being there, I was completely weary of being in <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Derby</placename></placename> <placetype w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">High School</placetype></place></placetype></place>.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Derby</placename></placename> <placetype w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">High School</placetype></place></placetype></place> is where I did my ten hours of high school observations. Molly Pourhussin is an English teacher there, who also teaches ASL (sign language). She's been working in the high school for three years, and before that she worked in Winfield as an elementary teacher, also as a translator. The first day started out alright. Both days I skipped going through security, because they weren't ever in the right place, and I didn't want to have to wait for ten minutes, and then be late for class.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">First hour for day one was English 11, and they were going over Local Color Writing, which is not about african-american writers, which is what I originally thought. The desks were grouped up, and the kids all had assigned seats, from what I could tell. Every child in the class had an IEP for one reason or another, as well as every other class she taught. To be honest though, I didn't know that at first. Some of these kids were just brats, but they had a "behavorial problem". Molly handed me a textbook, and a sheet of paper with questions on it, and suddenly I was being paired up with a 17 year old named <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Chelsea</place></city></place></city>, and we were looking up answers to the questions. I had to explain a lot of what we were talking about to her, and I also had a break down a lot of words that I used into something more understandable to her. I loved feeling like I was maybe imparting a little bit of knowledge to her, even if she did just copy off of my paper in the end.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">I'm pretty sure that each class was ninety minutes long, and second period was English 10, and the Holocaust. I was pretty impressed with what the kids knew already, since it was a new unit. I think the para Allison and I might have answered quite a few questions though. I was very amazed at how much I remembered once I started thinking about it. We started listening to "Night" by Elie Wiesel on audio book, and I admit, I started reading ahead. I was really into this class, and was sad when it ended. But it did, and that was the end of my first day back in high school.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I'll just say now, white people are almost a minority in this school. Maybe it just seemed like that to me, because until college, I never went to school with more than one African-American at a time, there was maybe one Asian in my high school, and he was younger than I was, and very few Mexicans, if any.</div><div class="separator" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">My second day in Derby High started with a planning period. It was also a food day for the teachers, because their principal was leaving, and they were saying goodbye, with donuts! So I spent the ninety minutes writing a permission letter for the 10th graders to take home letting their parents know that they would be watching Schindler's List in class, googling videos of Hitler's life (do you know how hard it is to find a useable video when youtube is blocked?), and eating a donut! Second period was Advisory hour, which is just study hall with a fancy name. The majority of the students in the class were the same kids from English 10 the day before, and maybe a few others. I spent the hour with a junior, helping him with his Government homework. It was kind of heart-breaking. He was such a nice kid, and he was making a clock in shop class that looked like a human eye, so he was creative and thought outside of the box - which I think is a really good characteristic in a kid. He couldn't spell "Thomas" though, and he didn't know who FDR was, and I don't know why - but none of these kids seemed to understand that all you have to do is look for the bold words in the textbook, and that's where all the answers are.</div><div class="separator" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Third period was my favorite. It was ASL (American Sign Language), and the kids spent the time preparing to share what they did over Spring Break in sign language. There were 2 or 3 hearing impaired kids in the class, and one was completely deaf, and had a para in every class with him, signing what the teacher was saying. I learned how to say "blockhead" in sign language. Only a couple of the kids actually got up in front of the class and showed what they did, but it was so entertaining to watch them practice, and so inspiring! All of the kids seemed to be working really hard on it. They also are preparing a song, of their choice, to perform in front of the class - but they didn't practice that during that class.</div><div class="separator" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Lunch was spent in the teacher's lounge, which wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. All the teachers are really nice, and they only talked about a few kids. Mostly they talked about themselves, and joked around. It was a different atmosphere from the middle school teachers lounge, where the talk was all about men and Zumba. The last class of the day was English 10 again but with different students, so they were just starting the unit of Local Color Writing. </div><div class="separator" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">The thing I do like about middle school and high school is that you don't have the same students all day long, and I do like variety. I still prefer elementary though. All in all it was a good two days, and I enjoyed my time very much.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"> We have started a new unit on the Holocaust in English 10. In the following weeks we will be watching Schindler’s List by Steven Spielberg. This is a rated R movie. If you <b>do not </b>want your child to watch it, please <u>sign</u> and return this slip.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thank you,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Molly Pourhussin</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<i>This is my first REAL letter. It's being sent home to parents. It's nerdy, but I'm super excited about it.</i> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-48438773918086767192011-03-26T13:29:00.003-05:002011-05-04T22:08:32.772-05:00We'll Meet in the Middle.<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i>"I have some bad news. My notebook?"<br />
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"I lost it."</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I went to South Jr High in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Lawrence</city>, <state w:st="on">KS</state></place> to watch Kelly Hart teach some middle schooler’s their p's and q's, and some other random things. Kelly (who does happen to be my [favorite] cousin in-law) has been teaching for around five years, she's 28, and I'm pretty sure she's my new favorite middle school teacher. She fits right in along with the kids in a perfect blend of friend and teacher; it was amazing to watch her teach. I think I might have been inspired.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">My goal wasn't to fall in love with middle schoolers, it was more like I was hoping that by the time my five hours in South Jr High were done I would at least rethink the decision of sending my own future middle schoolers off to boarding school in France (which was my initial feeling towards pre-teens) when the time came. It was so entertaining though! I'm still not sure that I'd like to ever teach middle school, but I definitely think I could substitute without wanting to beat my head against a wall.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">We started off the day by running some errands; we ran down to the office to pick up some t-shirts, then to the copier to make copies over worksheets to do with the Bermuda Triangle. First period was 7th graders, and Percy Jackson! This is what I love about middle school - the books! I think out of the 11 students in class during first period there were only three kids that were not on an IEP, and one of the three remaining kids was an ESL kid. It was entertaining. There was a lot of student involvement in the reading, and Mrs. Hart would stop throughout the chapter and define a word, or ask which paranormal category the current character fell under. The time kind of flew by. They school does not use smartboards, although I guess there is one teacher in the building who does have one. Instead, it is sort of like a webcam, I think, that is being used. It flipped back and forth between showing what was up on the computer, and what Kelly had written out on the desk with the flip of a button. It was pretty cool, and I think I like them better than the smartboard, especially since they’re apparently cheaper!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> The desks were arranged in groups of four, spread out around the classroom. Mrs. Hart showed me her seating chart, and how she arranges and groups the kids together using one “high” student, two “middle” students, and one “low”. She was super organized about the whole thing, which made it clearer for me. I have to admit, I sort of hate group work, but it seemed to work really well for her classes. Once class was over she had to walk one of the students over to his next classroom, and then it was planning period! We ate some donuts, ran some errands, talked to the assistant principal about basketball and government funding/state assessments, and ran over her lesson plans for the week following spring break.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> Third period was eighth graders. I dislike eighth graders. They are like seventh graders, except with a superiority complex. There were around 20 kids, and they were hyper, and wore mix-matched socks and fuzzy shoes, and swished their pony-tails and baggy shorts around like they were 50 Cent. They were ending a lesson over Rikki Tikki Tavi, and they were given the hour to work on their papers, using the laptops only after they had written a rough draft and it had been deemed worthy. I kind of spaced out during this time and took some pictures!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Hart's desk and wall!</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> Fourth period was probably my favorite, and it was also the last period of the day. There were 24 9<sup>th</sup> graders, and they were going over Shakespeare, so it was a lecture. I learned so much though! For the most part, the kids were quiet and listened pretty well, but I think it’s mostly because Mrs. Hart does so well at…, well, not being old. The slide-show was titled, “The man, his writing style, his theater. Oh, and Romeo & Juliet, too.” I think I’ve been struggling/in awe with this class so much because it’s just so different from what I’m used to. My teachers growing up were all older, and not too often funny. Every kid had to turn to their partner at the end of the period (which was broken up by lunch, and then finished with a remaining 30 minutes of class at the end of the day) and tell them three things that they had learned about Shakespeare today. Kelly says this helps them, because when they look back on the three things they were to remember, they’ll also (hopefully) remember the conversation they had with their partner, and in turn, the other person’s three things. It was a fantastic day all around.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh, and:</div><ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: center;">10 Things I Hate About You</li>
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</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div style="line-height: 200%;">Those are my three. <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 200%;">I did my last five hours of observation at Udall Middle School, and they did dissecting frogs! Well, not the entire day, I'm getting ahead of myself. I did the first hour in the class of Bob Classen, and he was teaching some science class out in the IDL classroom. When I asked what IDL stood for, he said, "Individualized....Independent...I don't really know... It does have something to do with Distance Learning". They were going over the test, and then they did some papers on their own. Since no one else was actually in the classroom, we talked. Of course, prior to all of this, Classen had to tell the classroom how we knew each other. My senior year in high school I hit a deer, and while I was sitting on the side of the road crying my eyes out, and this teacher pulls up and asks me to get out of the middle of the road. Then he sits with me until my parents show up while I cry about orphaning Bambie. He tells this to his students. It's embarrassing. And moving on! Second hour was a quiz, and 6th graders were continuing their testing. I did the rest of the hours in Nicole Welshan's class, and it was biology. And we </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 32px;">dissected</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 200%;"> frogs, and it was gross.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJoSCcOCHFj-cBa9UlkJRURMtbZ8qBiW7_REjloWohrjLv130OywN-699tDOCEDo2FyFWSUtRUqMNtDZKq3CwqLpaMp9-BpOAmMXILeD-F5zbPxFmxJDfFjp3NA5QHgOfIR4g1kiN7_Q/s1600/scan0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJoSCcOCHFj-cBa9UlkJRURMtbZ8qBiW7_REjloWohrjLv130OywN-699tDOCEDo2FyFWSUtRUqMNtDZKq3CwqLpaMp9-BpOAmMXILeD-F5zbPxFmxJDfFjp3NA5QHgOfIR4g1kiN7_Q/s320/scan0017.jpg" width="231" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi16ORR5JvSETlPkcq2H6ZeJcfxY87w_dUe58teOSMO8GJLrP6IsMqm8hECfWUH3j7vFRDX5IwmeTf1v6DaInEXMTSuGrCkD0dKXYGPvpMQ6z0Bon79FcBzlJ6bIQi6F6SeaEfjMfkxi4/s1600/scan0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi16ORR5JvSETlPkcq2H6ZeJcfxY87w_dUe58teOSMO8GJLrP6IsMqm8hECfWUH3j7vFRDX5IwmeTf1v6DaInEXMTSuGrCkD0dKXYGPvpMQ6z0Bon79FcBzlJ6bIQi6F6SeaEfjMfkxi4/s320/scan0016.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Chelsey Hann</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">(t) 316-666-6666</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">(e) <a href="mailto:Chelsey.hann@usd999.com">Chelsey.hann@usd999.com</a></div><br />
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<em>Okay, so in truth, this was my least favorite letter. Just because I didn't really get to say anything. Sadface. </em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-10327740903464053692011-03-24T12:29:00.001-05:002011-03-24T12:29:29.833-05:00If I've told you once...,<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: right;">March 24, 2011</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Dear Parent/Guardian,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Today Johnny hit Suzie in the arm with a plastic baseball bat. This is not the first time that we’ve had to send Johnny to the principal for causing harm in the classroom, and as a result we are now going to be putting Johnny in In-School Suspension for the next 3 days. Johnny should report to school as normal each day, and we will have a teacher escort him to the correct classroom.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I would like you to know that if this behavior does not cease, the next step for Johnny will be Out-of-School Suspension.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience to see if we can work out a plan to get Johnny back on track. My office number and e-mail address are listed below.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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Ahh...just when I thought my day was going to be horrible, some little child picked my spirits right back up!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-79126181580254710362011-02-19T17:38:00.000-06:002011-02-19T17:39:55.918-06:00Croc Out With Your Bad Self<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Some of my mom's third graders drew me some pictures. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-7773796930137925412011-02-19T09:05:00.000-06:002011-02-19T09:10:08.817-06:00I come before you to stand behind you.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Uq6etFgozek9xBJ5ET9pIwDzmlUXW15rIcnNytRZ7YqyX6mX8OPflYIInJ5z6x5Mub0mFxO_OUM103z13OFtNPI3pb74ljBW4U3oflvEFV1-SXA9FbGcQh8LTCcHk4abKxjxQJKxfnk/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Uq6etFgozek9xBJ5ET9pIwDzmlUXW15rIcnNytRZ7YqyX6mX8OPflYIInJ5z6x5Mub0mFxO_OUM103z13OFtNPI3pb74ljBW4U3oflvEFV1-SXA9FbGcQh8LTCcHk4abKxjxQJKxfnk/s320/sun.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Dear Parents,<br />
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Welcome to another wonderful year. I’m so excited for what we have in store for us in the next eight months!<br />
Just a few quick things I’d like to bring you up-to-date on before the school year officially starts. Every Friday the children will have the opportunity to eat their lunches in the classroom while watching a movie. In the event that a child receives more than 10 marks against their name throughout the week, that opportunity is then taken away from them for that week. There will also be an extra recess at every month’s end, in which any child with less than 25 marks for the total month will be able to attend.<br />
Also every Friday is the opportunity for your child to bring money to buy lunch for the Ala Carte. <br />
Again, I’m very excited and can’t wait to meet all of you and your children. If you have any questions or concerns throughout the year, feel free to contact me via the school's office phone or by e-mail. Please give a 24 hour advance heads-up in the event that you would like to come directly to the classroom. Lunch is from 11:30-11:50 and I will be in the classroom after school until 4 p.m.<br />
See you in September!<br />
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Chelsey Hann<br />
Chelsey.Hann@usd999.com<br />
Phone# 555-555-5555<br />
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<i>My sample letter leaves out my home phone number, because my teacher told me to take it off. That being said, I think it's important to make yourself available to your children's parents. I do understand that there are some parents out there that think the sun shines out of every orphus of their child, and that they will steam roll you given the chance. However, I don't totally like the idea of putting limits on when you're a teacher and when you're not. If you want to stop me in the grocery store and go over your child's book report, feel free. I do not want to just teach from 8-3 every day. I'll be there whenever.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-75538712852521208622011-02-17T19:04:00.002-06:002011-08-20T09:13:21.079-05:00One, Two, Skip a Few<div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">Some deep-rooted part of me has always wanted to educate, and while I wasn't always sure at what level or what subject, I always knew that some day I would pass on what I know to others. </div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">I spent plenty of time and money in college the first few years volleying back and forth about being a teacher. Part of me wanted to get out and try something new; I wanted to go to the moon, or be in the peace corps, or be a photo journalist in a third world country. It's not that I do not think that I could do these things, I'm sure I could.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">It is more that..., classrooms are my safe havens. I have spent my entire childhood running up and down the halls of schools, hiding from janitors and getting into things that normal children (those who didn't grow up with both parents as teachers) weren't ever allowed to experience. </div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">If you've ever spent a Saturday or Sunday at a school by your own choice you will know what I mean. It is a right of passage that just makes being in a school a whole new experience; being in school is like being home for me.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">I guess now that I've sat down to think about it, I realize that I never really had a choice; I've never been completely comfortable in any other atmosphere. </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Now, if I'm being asked why I want to teach Special Education vs. General Education..., well that's a different story. Up until very recently I had no real interaction with any special needs child for any prolonged period of time. Then I spent a few days at Heartspring with some of the most adorable autistic children this world has ever seen, and my heart just longed to take them home and make them all mine. Don't worry, I left them there.</div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">I want to special in Autism, because these children, while having handicaps of a sort, are completely brilliant - in their own way. I all of a sudden saw the world in a totally different way. </div><div style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;">Also, I should mention that I love to read. <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on"><city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Reading</place></city></place></city> was what I was grounded from as a child, it was that kind of love. I loved to dive into a new world where all sorts of crazy and unimaginable things happened; where animals could talk, and where people who have faced unbelievable pain still stand to brave another day. I love to read of magic and passion and love, and I want to believe that good always prevails over evil, and in books I can. And I want to pass that magic on to children. I want kids who maybe don't have the best home life to know that there is still magic and love out there. I want to provide the escape for them that books provided for me (although, clarification: I had an amazing home life).</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
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However, for this blog's purpose, we're just going to say that this is my first. It's also the first bulletin board that I've ever painted.<br />
Bon Appétit (figuratively, not literally). <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CeQ3AC9B1ki3S3ovrNAzwA4XnaCLJMZw3kTlHTxC6s0UmDOO2IXsUXjzNih16cwtMSItTECike21eS1RVH7UayAu4Ti0Ch9hPs_Sb9ZdH7qGvMDz5d7HANtxL39VBLPFn060CP8Egc4/s1600/SNV33295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CeQ3AC9B1ki3S3ovrNAzwA4XnaCLJMZw3kTlHTxC6s0UmDOO2IXsUXjzNih16cwtMSItTECike21eS1RVH7UayAu4Ti0Ch9hPs_Sb9ZdH7qGvMDz5d7HANtxL39VBLPFn060CP8Egc4/s320/SNV33295.JPG" /></a></div>This could be used to teach children one of the seasons (Spring, obviously) in a fun and colorful way. Or, it could be used to help teach children their prime colors!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4809153122033150061.post-60458211534663835022011-02-16T15:45:00.001-06:002011-04-29T22:58:22.019-05:00Observations, Day 1.<div style="line-height: 200%;">My body hurts.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Today I did my elementary school observations by accident. I went to <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Udall</placename> <placetype w:st="on">High School</placetype></place>, intending to do my high school observations, only to find out that the teacher I had set it up with was sick for the day. Instead of driving back home and going back to bed like a smart child, I went across the street to see my mom, who teaches third grade there. As all the teachers were bunched up outside the gymnasium preparing to collect their kids I let them all know that I was free for a few hours if they needed any random help for an hour or two. An hour or two turned into ten. </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Elementary school basically boils down to hours of, "Sit down", "Be quiet", "Don't hit", "I love you too", and, "Where'd he just go?". </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">I started my day at a bright and early 7 a.m. (this is not early for teachers). Today was the 100th day of school, and the kindergarten class was having a celebration. The kindergarten class is where I was first volunteered off to. I did my first <b>five hours</b> of observation in the classroom of Tammy Tannehill, and her fourteen very rowdy students, as well as one adorable little dirty-handed boy who walked up to me, offered his hand (which I took) and said, "I love you. What's your name?"</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">The desks in the classroom were grouped up in 2 or 3 groups, all with students facing each other, essentially making one big table. The walls were covered with the normal kindergarten decorations: the big colorful rug where the children gather around, the bright, shiny posters with words of encouragement, and the 100 board. The 100 board is half a wall that is filled up with numbers 1-100, straws in bags marked "ones", "tens", and "hundreds", and some other one-hundredy stuff (my memory is giving out on me at this old age of 22).</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Everyone wore "100" hats and "100 Days of School" bracelets. They were very festive, and everyone loved wearing them. Including me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBFgIk_a4XumSjlFGGbYOA70iOJLp4jsrOcCK1e4Kxi0NKQTFY73gocjeXmGlmU-8CgcWBgoXRtE5EM4t-h7BUi-CUDTi6XdndyxmPr542vnAWxYOa4pbw8MC56LcYHMpgRECd9EjzQo/s1600/180484_10150096536580735_679285734_6434536_6826798_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBFgIk_a4XumSjlFGGbYOA70iOJLp4jsrOcCK1e4Kxi0NKQTFY73gocjeXmGlmU-8CgcWBgoXRtE5EM4t-h7BUi-CUDTi6XdndyxmPr542vnAWxYOa4pbw8MC56LcYHMpgRECd9EjzQo/s320/180484_10150096536580735_679285734_6434536_6826798_n.jpg" width="210" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%;">The class split up into 5 stations, and the station that I ran was playing Chutes and Ladders (because the game goes up to 100). I only had 2 or 3 kids at a time, but that was probably enough for me. They didn't like to wait their turn, they wanted to play with their little figures, and slide them up and down the ladders. </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">The first group I had was a girl and boy. All and all, they were probably my best group all morning. The girl told me that I was pretty, and the boy didn't mind that he didn't get to spin first, I thought I was doing good.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">The second group I had probably didn't go as well; I made a little boy cry. He didn't understand that if he landed in the middle of a ladder, that he wasn't able to "climb" up it to the higher square, at least, he didn't understand it until someone else tried to do it as well - then he understood!</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">We took a group picture, along with some other pictures, and then the class went off to music for ten minutes! </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">I know where everything is in this building, because it's the school that my mom teaches in, so needless to say, I ran a lot of errands for the teacher. I also took the kids to the bathroom and on a drink break. Kids don't wash their hands, and it's gross, and you have to send them back multiple times.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Then we ate cake out on the sidewalk in the beautiful sun, and it was time for me to switch classes!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-X7nuvdvhlz5eJKQWO9ZItT1p_UmxUO_4lPBwcx5VLJ0cqkUOYZtEDiWr5UXy1Fpqv7YeTiwU0gjRBdpno4naJW94KN0aGMfbXW-2olT7zKtqLw4xeGEW8EgrflVFQv666M0ZCUOyvy4/s1600/181643_10150096396070735_679285734_6433568_6348390_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-X7nuvdvhlz5eJKQWO9ZItT1p_UmxUO_4lPBwcx5VLJ0cqkUOYZtEDiWr5UXy1Fpqv7YeTiwU0gjRBdpno4naJW94KN0aGMfbXW-2olT7zKtqLw4xeGEW8EgrflVFQv666M0ZCUOyvy4/s320/181643_10150096396070735_679285734_6433568_6348390_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%;">The class I spent the next 5 hours in was third grade, for Melody Klingenberg (who I will admit, is my mom). It's that time of the year to once again change bulletin boards, so after searching on the internet, some arguing, and some very bad suggestions (on the part of my mom), we finally agreed on a bulletin board. So after I displayed my amazing talent for cursive S's on the smartboard to the childrens delight (and mockery) , I went to the art room and begged from the substitute some washable paint (which turned out to not be so washable), which I then proceeded to use to paint the background of the bulletin board. As well as a lot of kids' hands. The end result was satisfying, but I'm pretty sure I made quite a mess.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQY69QnXUC6CwYOFfHn5zIld6M_iYeFD6_Pt3nIv6yDvA0MyN8cSbFA41TJm1Cz0uj4eu0YcqSaljPPzmHfHleBdX3JdXavcefLt1mR8NmzeURCgAnxdIPJSTUE26Yuc8vlM8rYLIjprI/s1600/184654_10150096709025735_679285734_6435444_3861519_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQY69QnXUC6CwYOFfHn5zIld6M_iYeFD6_Pt3nIv6yDvA0MyN8cSbFA41TJm1Cz0uj4eu0YcqSaljPPzmHfHleBdX3JdXavcefLt1mR8NmzeURCgAnxdIPJSTUE26Yuc8vlM8rYLIjprI/s320/184654_10150096709025735_679285734_6435444_3861519_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Quiet reading time was spent teaching kids how to pronounce new words, and immediately turning around and giving definitions and examples of these new words.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Time was flying up until about 2:30 p.m., at which time I was exhausted, and tired, and kind of grouchy. So when a kid made a smart remark, I threatened to give them a mark on their daily report. It felt good for a minute, but then I felt a little bad. It's possible that I didn't need to give them a mark, I'm sure the kids were tired too.</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Sadly, 2:30 wasn't the end of my day for me. At 3:20, when school "ends", this awesome program, accurately named "After School", starts. This is where kids who are having a little bit of trouble in certain areas can stay after school for an hour and a half and get a little extra help. The kid who stayed today was having problems in math, and I don't think I helped at all. I'm pretty horrible at math, and that's not me being modest. When I grade papers for my mom, I always leave all of the math papers for her to do, and she only teaches third grade. </div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Math + Chelsey ≠ Success. </div><div style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 200%;">Both teachers gave me a good bit of advice as the day went on, and I'm pretty sure I will never be a kindergarten teacher - but it was a fun day, and all the kids gave me hugs before they left for the day.<br />
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