Friday, July 26, 2013

Summer Institute Reflection


I always look forward to participating in some way during the summer with the GVWP  Summer Institute and enjoy being able to coach and touch base again with the group.  This year, however, was especially rewarding because I was able to participate fully in the 3 week Summer Institute.

The opportunity to collaborate and share experiences with like-minded teachers is perhaps the best part of the experience for me.  While I work closely with my colleagues in the Creative Writing Department, there are few opportunities during the school year to really share with many of my other colleagues at School of the Arts.  The Summer Institute also provides an opportunity for me  to  learn about some of the challenges other teachers face at different grade levels and in different districts.  

This summer also provided a great deal of writing time which, at first, was daunting for me.  I found myself simply playing around with some poems I had written during the past year, but really not getting anywhere at first.  After hearing Melissa read the beginning of her short story and seeing how the group enthusiastically gave her feedback and encouragement, the idea of trying to write a short story became less intimidating for me.  So I sat down, gave myself a “Natalie Goldberg” ten minute writing prompt and began a short story that I would become obsessed with for the next three days.  I guess that’s how the writing process works sometimes…and  I  actually enjoyed the process so much that one morning , on the “long walk” from Park Lot, I was so absorbed with a particular aspect of the story that I didn’t even remember how I managed to arrive at LeChase.  I was just walking on autopilot, lost in the paragraph I was writing in my head.

So I am grateful  for the time to share and the time to write.  Grateful  for delicious morning treats and super salad luncheons. Grateful  for “put-ups” and “treasure chests.” Grateful  for Kseniya Simonova’s sand animation, Stephen Fry’s  kinetic typography, Scary Mary and the Piano .  Grateful  for another morning stop at Freedom School to share in Harambee and to remember why I have taught in the same urban school for 25 years and can’t wait to go back in the fall.

Thanks for morning reflections, module-making, tips and tools, resources, open mike, and so much inspiration!

 

Reflections on GVWP Summer Institute

     As teachers, most of us got into teaching because we fell in love with learning. Education, at its core is about learning - not about the system, the method, the curriculum - the pure joy of learning. Putting the pieces together in a different way and seeing how this relates to that and that to this in a way that makes it understandable and glorious and new. Most teachers discovered this joy in childhood by experiencing life; seeing the play of light on a butterfly's wings, messing around with a magnifying glass, damming the river in the back yard or by reading a book that changed them. Most teachers did not find that joy as a student in the classroom. Sure, there were teachers and experiences that made our lives out of school richer, deeper and more meaningful, but schools, for the last 150 years have essentially been places where information was measured out and stuffed into student receptacles. Most teachers were enchanted by the idea of letting a new generation of children in on the secret, if they hadn't’ discovered it themselves, and chose to go into teaching. Where else was there to go for someone who wanted to revel in stardust, exponents and sonnets? Where else was there for someone who saw the connections between music, math and history? Unfortunately, that place may not exist, except in fairy tales.

     School is not that place. At least, not in its present form.

     Yet, there are teachers that remain true to the dream and strive and push and resist the mandates that bind us.  Teachers that want to provide their students with real experiences. Teachers that are not content to mail it in. Teachers that see the potential in every student. Teachers that despite the best efforts of the system, still get up in the morning determined to make a difference.

     I find it so refreshing to enjoy the company of my colleagues in the National Writing Project. Their clear vision and strength refreshes me time after time and gives me courage to enter the classroom or question an administrator. Whether it's building a module that pushes the fringes of the Common Core, sharing our creative writing, or quietly musing after morning reflection, it's good to know that this community exists. For this, I am so thankful.

   

Final Reflections on Summer Institute


Once upon a time, there was an educator whose veins pulsed with the thrill of educating young minds.  She toiled endlessly to create meaningful, connected lessons, drawing from research to utilize the various strengths and skillsets of all students.  Some days, students incorporated art into English, other days—music or movement.  There were projects, field trips, and intense discussions about books, characters, and writing.  Students learned passion for words and writing, and she learned how to let her students teacher her.

And then, NCLB happened, with standardized tests, AYP, SINI, SCA, and more acronyms than she could decode.

And then, scores happened and administration cared only about these acronyms, her students’ identities conflating with their test scores.

And then, Race to the Top happened, with CCLS, CCSS, complex text, and corporate reform.

Suddenly, this educator realized that she had become part of a system that standardized teachers, standardized students, and standardized learning. This system was closed to creativity, artistic expression, and professional discretion.  Her lessons became rigid and rote, pleasing the powers, but sapping the students.  This educator had simply become another cog in an endlessly spinning reform wheel.

It was then that this educator, who was filled with resignation and despair, spent three intensive weeks writing passion and hope back into her vocation.   Through the GVWP Summer Institute, she rekindled her fire for teaching, reacquainting herself with her former shadow and opening her mind to new possibilities and ideas from others who live her educational struggle.  She researched, reflected, and wrote, remembering that educating young minds is not an activity but an art.

This story will a happily ever after, but it is not yet written; in that she must believe.  She will return to September’s classroom enthused and energetic, ready to face the dragon.  Carrying her sword, armor, and shield, she will fight against a mighty foe.  However, this year, she knows it is not a solitary battle; she has others who are fighting by her side.  This story must have a happily ever after; in that, they all do believe. 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Who Gets to Sit at the Table? (poem)


Who Gets to Sit at the Table?


Millionaires and billionaires
people who went to private schools
who grew up with silver spoons in their mouths
and went on their European vacations
or ski getaways.

Know about poverty?
Know about learning language
and
Chemistry,
Biology,
American History,
Trigonometry,
PE,
all in a new language?

I don’t think so.

Even our President has taught ---
at college,
BUT
our Secretary of Education was only
a tutor
without a teaching license.

Why did I get my master’s degree
and go into debt
and become a teacher
to help better a society
and to give of myself,
my time,
my resources,
my talents?
Just so that a bunch of rich people
can get together and tell me I’m doing it wrong?

Just so that a Race To The Top
will become a race to see who can circumvent the rules
the fastest
is more like it -

This is a hustle.
A hustle for money-
for test prep,
for private companies
and bookmakers,
and online Smartboard programmers
and Apps.

The Common Core is a ruse,
a verbose euphemism for
what teachers already do.

THIS
is about the haves and the have-nots
and who gets to sit at the table.

THIS
is about eliminating unions and isolating
all laborers so that they acquiesce.

Who gets to make the decisions?

Not us,
the teachers,
the counselors,
the nurses,
the librarians,
the teaching assistants
and para-professionals.
The people and staff who work with your children every day
and who know what is good for them –

None of us would march into an office
of a dentist,
or a doctor,
or an artist,
or an engineer
and tell them how to do their jobs,
so why is it okay to do it to teachers?

Why are we criminalized for the nation’s devastating poverty levels
when two wars have been waged in the past decade
in the name of national security?

Why does Johnny’s score tell me I’m a bad teacher
when Johnny didn’t eat last night or this morning,
has no heat in his house,
no clean clothes to wear and
certainly no quiet place to do his homework?
His mother is in jail,
his father is gone.
Little Johnny lives with grandma
who doesn’t have enough money to pay for her medicine and whose first language isn’t English.

Why don’t you blame our social evils on those who have distracted you
from the true problems
and economic vacuums of the day:
War
Wall Street Greed
Poverty
Broken Health Care
Corruption
And let’s not forget Lies.

Lies are what they tell you
to make you feel comfortable about yourself,
to make you not question the real problems of the day.

Yes,
teachers are the problem,
Mr. King,
Mr. Cuomo,
Mr. Duncan-
that’s how you got to where you are today.


By Jennifer Wheeler-Ballestas




Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Assessments

Every teacher has their own take on assessment.  We give tests in our classes and must prepare our students for the dreaded standardized tests.  Rarely do we think about the types of assessments we are imposing on our students.  What do we want to measure? How do we best measure that? What question type is going to best get to the heart of the matter? This chart gives a nice graphic representation on the different types of assessments.  And... there will be a quiz when you're done.6 Types of Assessments

Friday, July 19, 2013

Position Statement of the TCRWP

This came out soon after the adoption of the CCSS by NYS, but in my opinion, continues to be extremely relevant to our discussions as teachers today.  The Teachers College Reading and Writing Project offers their viewpoint on the CCSS and implications for schools:

http://readingandwritingproject.com/resources/common-core-standards/position-statement-common-core-and-pathways.html

Please share your thoughts!

Science Fridays



Martin Wolf was School of the Art’s very own Bill Nye , the Science Guy. He even resembled Bill Nye—tall, lanky, dark-haired, occasionally wearing a bow-tie to complement his neatly ironed button down shirt. In every way Martin was the epitome of a budding scientist, and he chose to practice his passion by honoring his friends and my home room students to “Science Fridays,” an occasional series of experiments and presentations designed to impress us all with the awesome power of science.

Recently I emailed Martin regarding these experiments because I wanted to write about them, but felt that I was not “scientifically inclined” enough to describe them in detail or do them justice. Martin quickly replied back to my email request with the following:

“I remember about 4 of the experiments! We can start with the one with clear the water filled balls. Those were polymers! (Which are mostly Carbon and Hydrogen atoms linked together in long chains. There are many different kinds, but the ones we saw absorbed water over night, which made them have an "index of refraction" almost equal to the water they were in, and also really squishy (because they are, at that point, mostly water)! So that means that when light passes through them, they bend the light in almost the same way that the water did, and that makes them invisible! I still have some, so when I come home at the end of May, I'll be happy to give you a jar if you'd like!

Another one I remember was something called "Jacob's Ladder." We passed electricity through a transformer that gave it a higher voltage, and then it arced across two copper wires. Also, you can go up to my dad's room and ask him to show you it again, if you'd like! He says he'd be happy to do it."

He went on to describe an experiment he called “floating bubbles ” and his “spontaneous combustion” fiasco:

"And finally, the spontaneous combustion! (How can we ever forget?) This one was really simple, but it was still my favorite (Partly because of the chemistry, but partly because of people's reactions...including my own!)

We had a ceramic "evaporating dish" filled with finely powdered potassium permanganate (KMnO4), which looks like a grey sand. Next, we added about a teaspoon of glycerine (it kind of sounds like a cooking show, doesn't it?) and waited about a minute for the reaction to start. 

It was..

KMnO4 + C3H5(OH)3 ==> K2CO3 + Mn2O3 + CO2(g) + H2O(g) + HEAT!!!

Or, in words, potassium permanganate + glycerin (yields) potassium carbonate + manganese(III) oxide + carbon dioxide gas + water vapor + HEAT!!!!

And of course, the heat is what we saw as the flames! Here's something to remind you (in case somehow you managed to forget...if you have, tell me how, because that was one of the top ten scariest moments of my life! All I could think of while the smoke filled the room was how I would try and explain to my mom how I burnt down Creative Writing's brand new Mac computer cluster!).

I hope that is a good start! If you need me to be more or less scientific than I was before, just ask! I'll be happy to explain anything and everything however you'd like.”

In typical Martin fashion, he left nothing out in his long email reply, even referrring me to youtube video links of the aforementioned experiments and making sure that I could turn to his Dad, a colleague who taught science, for further explanation. When I thanked him for all of this helpful information, because (as I had written) I was not “scientifically-inclined,” he reassuringly emailed me back again:

"You don't need those videos to be ‘scientifically inclined.’ I think we're all scientifically inclined. Science is the manifestation of curiosity, in my opinion. We all cannot know the right names of chemicals...we can't all be able to explain why ice floats, or why cats have stripes. But we all can be curious! It's our just our way. And it's purely curiosity that will drive science onward through the years...not fancy terminology!

So from one scientist to another, I hope you find what you are looking for in your writing. Cheers, Martin!"

During the year, students in the AP English Language and Composition class worked on poetry projects, choosing an American poet to read and then present to the class. Martin chose Marianne Moore and on his day to present he surprised all of us by coming to class in costume with a black tricorn hat and cape—his attempt to represent Ms. Moore to the best of his ability.

Later in that school year, I offered the class a challenge: any student who would read Herman Melville’s Moby Dick and write a brief paper about the book could receive an A+ for the last marking period. Martin and his best friend took up the challenge, reporting back to me about their progress. Halfway through the book, Martin sent me a Facebook message: "Ms. Gamzon, you make me like the elegance of English almost as much as Science!" That was a huge compliment for English studies coming from a science lover! Then a week before the end of the year, he reported back: "Only 98 pages left of Moby Dick, Ms. Gamzon!" Of course, he finished the book, wrote the paper, and received an A+ for the marking period.

Yet it was another aspect of Martin that made him so much more than just our own Bill Nye, the Science Guy. On a class blog where we were discussing various literary critical theories, I found this post from Martin:

“Everything happens for a reason, Martin,” my grandmother told me when I burnt my favorite childhood hat next to the wood burning stove. It was a lovely hat, made of wool so colorful it brightened my day every time I wore it. From a structuralistic point of view, the burning of the hat would be only a sign of the painful times to come. That winter would be the coldest winter in my past. You see, structuralism states that all of humankind’s characteristics: our actions, our deeds, our literature and our lives are a system of signs which are not to be overlooked. Structuralists such as Roman Jacobson, Claude Lévi-Strauss, and Roland Barthes attempted to develop a semiology; a form of science which analyzes these signs in our history and literature. Naturally, the Science of English would greatly appeal to me. So, why Structuralism? Why study the events of the past, hoping to decode what may take place in the future? Because it cannot easily be done, and a good mind always accepts the challenge. I would have never guessed that the burning hat, the symbol of the “cold winter” could have meant anything more than my ears would be frostbitten. I would never have known that that particular winter would play host to the death of my grandmother there with me when my hat burned. Nor would I ever have guessed that the rosebush she planted many years before would not grow that spring. A sign so seemingly, painfully obvious was cast aside as I scorned at my silly mistake of putting my hat too close to the fire. And yet, who knows how many symbols are left enduring undiscovered by me at this very moment. Structuralism would dictate that everything, all these little actions, feelings, and decisions, will return to influence the system of life in my future."

Martin is now my sign—the core of my own semiological pursuits in literature, my own structuralist belief in a sort of zeitgeist of awareness that sweeps over all us, making us look for signs and synchronicities in our life. Every time I am faced now with a challenge of disinterest, rudeness, misbehavior on a minor or large scale in some of my classes, I can read that passage over, think about Martin, our Bill Nye the Science guy and how he became valedictorian, and gave such a wonderful speech at graduation, and is now at Princeton where “Cheers” as an email sign off might be very popular among his Ivy league friends and certainly charming to his old high school teacher.

I love Martin and he continues to inspire me. I’ve even managed to almost forgive him for nearly blowing up the new computer writing lab on a very memorable Science Friday.