Hurd posted this and it got me thinking about all the false starts and random plans I had. I’m pretty sure you can relate.
- Planning… next year I will do/teach differently.
- Well, next semester I will redo that lesson and try teaching it another way.
- or the most famous when the calendar hits 2018/2019, etc I will start:____ (fill in the blank with the million and one resolutions we all make)
What I really liked about this is the idea of starting right now. It is really important to start and there is no better time than right this very second.
I know I sometimes fear change and it is way easier to just say I’ll do it differently next time. Next time is awesome because it sometimes never comes.
So what is my day one?
Planning to change PD. I want to call some of our cohorts PD+1 or maybe +1PD like a +1 you see on a wedding invitation. So when you join one of our training cohorts you bring a +1, you bring a friend who will attend all the trainings with you. I’m hoping that we can pair up some department heads with teachers, that small team has a much better chance of making an impact than any single teacher.
Summer PD. What if we had a series of classes called What are these kids on? Have one hour sessions on Fortnite, snap, Instagram, etc. The teacher spends one hour exploring one single topic. Maybe this will help teachers overcome the disconnect some have with their students. Brian storming some options today.
Assistant Principal PD – they get left out of a lot. We could create a shorter session to make sure they are on the same page. Principals meet at least once a month, why can’t the assistants?
Slack book study – I already did two of these but I feel we need to make it bigger. Starting now I want to see if we can create some channels that are dedicated to just one grade level or department. Get people to talk more, share more.
Appy Hour – I’m just gonna send out an email about it. Today. We did this years ago with some success. We just met at a local shop before and after school.
If you have kids I’m sure you can relate.
Ours are 12 and 14. It seems these are the ages they are kinda short-circuiting as they struggle to figure out who they are. Sometimes that means they are not nice to me. That is hard to deal with some days.
I have not heard this song in a long, long time but it somehow popped into the rotation on Pandora today. No idea how but it was like the universe somehow knew I needed to hear it.
There are a few lines that just hit home. It helped me think back to growing up, and it just sucked on so many levels. Maybe this song can help me be a tiny little bit more empathetic today. Maybe I can be a tiny bit more patient.
- Every know knows it hurts to grow up.
- And you’re so much like me. I’m sorry.
- Every know knows it sucks to grow up. And everybody does.
Today you should be 48, but will be forever frozen at 47.
Or at least I think you would have been 48. I was never very good at remembering how old you were.
I really can’t recall any of your birthdays or parties when we were young.
Here are 48 memories I have of you. 48 things that I hope I can hold on to. 48 things that we shared.
- Huge spider we saw in Georgia in the creek behind the grandparent’s house.
- Being somewhat scared of the crawl space in Athens.
- Sharing a room in the duplex.
- Telling me to buy the Beastie Boys but I somehow bought a very, very different album because I mixed up the names.
- Paper routes.
- Sneaking beers.
- Sneaking more beers.
- Sitting on the highland hill drinking beers and getting caught.
- The NASA phones.
- Your damn, damn class ring.
- Getting called into the school office over and over again because the bill wasn’t paid.
- St. Johns weekend visit.
- Telling me the QP story.
- Chasing me around with the hot wheels track.
- That weird ghost gun thing.
- tricking Meghan into thinking we had a ghost but it was really a flashlight.
- Shooting the BB gun in the basement.
- Sneaking in some TV time when we were never allowed to watch TV.
- Eating horrible french fries at Bridgemans.
- Using the little window upstairs as a crossbow and shooting stuff into the street.
- You telling me what a tornado was and I thought we were doomed.
- Hide and seek at the duplex. You shadowed me and I never found you.
- You disappearing in Florida.
- Playing cowboys in Wisconsin.
- Playing in the dirt patch in Wisconsin.
- Sleeping in the park in Pentwater.
- You always wanting to smooth things over, or sweep them under the rug, but I wanted to air it out! (with a lot of choice words)
- The only vacation we took as a family.
- Me stealing your Steven King books and mostly putting them back before you realized.
- Dove ice cream bars.
- David Letterman.
- Dr. Who.
- Adventures in Grandmas attic. Remember all those old pencils?
- Adventures in the rec room, what was up with all the little booze bottles?
- Your stories. Telling me something that should have taken two minutes but you just went on and on and on.
- Suprised me on my 30th.
- Suprised me for my masters graduation and brought Colin.
- Your damn pocket knife. Aidan is obsessed with them because of you. I never told you that.
- When I texted you on some old system that alerted you it was an emergency. You freaked and I laughed.
- Cheeseburger, coke and fries. What we always ordered when traveling with the grandparents. They were always annoyed when we did that.
- That purple drink I spilled on grandma and we both thought I would be banished from the family for making a mistake.
- When Dad kicked that duct when your brand new BMX bike was stolen.
- food fight at dinner when I threw spaghetti at you.
- Corey – your dang bird.
- Our red metal fire trucks
- Watching Emergency.
Today is a special holiday, kinda like a lot of others that are made up and only celebrated by the few.
This one is based upon a set of numbers that indicate a particular job that I held for a number of years.
Like it or not every workplace has a hierarchic way of organizing people, the job I used to hold was at the absolute bottom. There were days when I found bugs in my food, mostly just bees for some reason. Some days you looked under the tables and found roaches clinging to the underside. Some days we were served this beef stew in little envelops, the sucking noise the cold stew made as you scooped it up still turns my stomach.
Don’t get me started on the overcrowded living conditions.
If it was miserable outside, we were outside. There were days when 80 degrees felt freezing after living in 120. Sometimes 30 felt sweltering. Other times it was odd to be dry.
We had a saying, embrace the suck. Maybe that is what the job was all about, understanding how to deal with life when things didn’t go as planned. We lived that way for years that it just slowly became part of our souls.
Today is March 11th or 3/11. The job I had, infantry, was assigned the number 0311.
Odd how I sometimes miss the pain and chaos of it all.
I spent a few hours at Ikea today learning about design.
Here are a few things that stuck with me.
- Start with why. Selecting furniture is the very last thing we should be doing but it is usually the first.
- Colors – only stick with 3 colors max. Keep your color palette simple.
- Make sure you cycle through your anchor charts. When you are finished, take a picture, print and put them into a book/binder. Easy, clean access.
- Posture – lean in or back? Each has a purpose. Chairs and stools have a different purpose.
There is a training/PD space that we have our eye on to redesign. We were given advice on how to start that big process.
A few hours on a Saturday where worth giving up for the knowledge gain.
Final thought – we spend millions on curriculum but zero on design. I wonder why that is? Is it lack of understanding? Trust those who built the school knows whats best for kids? I have many more wonderings…
We followed this car today for about two miles. Hard to see in this image but on the right side there is a lab leaning out the window. It was cold enough that we could see its breath but that pup didn’t seem to find at all.
We sat right behind this car at two or three stops lights. Each time the dog was so far out the windows his shoulders were fully exposed. The whole time the pup was smelling the air and watch anything and everything that moved.
I spent the day trying to be more like my dog friend. Putting my full self in and taking time to take it all in.
With all my devices buzzing and ringing all day long making it very, very hard to be fully present.
It is kinda like listening, really listening when someone is talking. I feel many of us, me included, are aggressive listeners. We just wait for a pause before we start talking. We don’t talk to be understood, we talk to just talk.
My goal is to be more dog.
I sometimes dream of the day when the robots take over. Working with humans is just hard! Sometimes when some will take, take, take but never share, the gets a wee bit annoying. Are we not trying to help the same people?
Hidden agendas? I don’t think the robots will have those.
Two-faced? Nope. Robots have no faces!
(fyi… I’m 100% sure I am guilty of the above. I am human… for now.)
It was one of those days until I opened this little chocolate. It reminded me of something someone told me. You can only control yourself, take charge and make the day something.
There is much out of our control. If life hands you unfortunate things you can react either positively or negatively.
I should have saved that little foil wrapper and put it in my Jar of Awesome.
I chose to give the day a hug and enjoy!
Years before there was an Apple watch there was the Pebble watch on Kickstarted. The pebble was unlike anything I had ever seen and I had to have it.
Maybe a year or so after backing the watch it arrived. The learning curve wasn’t too big but it was pretty amazing. I remember people thought it was nuts, no one wanted a watch that did things other than tell the time.
I am also always on the lookout for newer technologies or alternatives to what is already in existence. Anytime I step outside of the norm I am ready for issues. My tolerance level goes way up as I know I’m getting ready to spend tons of time making it work.
Yesterday I bought an Amazfit watch by a huge company in China but relatively unknown here in the US.
If I was given this watch as a gift I might now put that much effort into figuring it out. This makes me think of the classrooms and students. Choice drives more effort. How might we allow more choice and less rubrics? We saw a teacher today during a site visit who talked about how, in his experience, rubrics drove all projects to generally look the same.
These thoughts are still fresh and I have no idea how to bring them to life…yet. The classrooms we saw mimicked the actual world and not what you would typically see in an average high school classroom.
How might we…
- create problem-based classrooms that were more like the actual world the kids will inherit?
- allow for more student-generated questions without clear answers?
- tolerate more risk?
- make school suck less?
I can count the number of times I have been sick. Once in 1991, 2000 and now 2018. I think it was all due to my family doctor growing up. When we would get sick he would just tell us to ride it out. I really can’t recall any medicine. It could have been a financial thing, medicine cost money which was something that wasn’t always available.
Today I watch Flint Town on Netflix, all eight episodes.
I am at a loss.
The water crisis alone is staggering, then the crime and loss of jobs. I can’t imagine what they face every single day.
I wonder how many of these issues are within our own communities and we don’t even know it.
I have the flu.
Had to leave in middle of leading PD.