Enough with the Countdowns

Never mind that last post.

"Only five more Mondays!" is how one of my lunch companions greeted the group today.

Oh, and 17 weeks from tomorrow? School starts again.

46

There is always a teacher in every school who knows exactly how many days there are until the end of the year. The countdown starts sometime around spring break, and this teacher is usually not shy about sharing the daily digit. There is public delight in crossing off each day.

I never really understood the rationale behind such thinking; truth be told, I'm sure I imagined myself somewhat superior to that person. Sometimes, to be a little contrary, I would quote the number of days until school would be back in session.

Hmmm. Yeah. I don't know that number right now.

Garden Gazette

It was a perfect day here-- 70 degrees with puffy clouds and a light breeze. We took advantage of the weather by spending a couple hours in the garden clearing away the weeds and leaves that have accumulated since November, and although it took several vigorous passes with the nail brush to get my hands clean afterwards, there is good news to report:

The peonies are budding, the raspberry has proliferated, the daisies are dandy, the mint and marjoram and thyme are fine, and the worms?

Are wiggling.

Rewards

Today was prize day for the Poetry Challenge segment of the 100 Day Writing Challenge that I offer for my students. Truth be told, I struggle with the prizes, because I don't believe in relying on extrinsic motivation.

When I break it down, though, my rationale is that the challenge will become intrinsic, even if it isn't from the start: The students want prizes, and anyone who fulfills the parameters will get one. My gambit is that they will also discover writing fluency and writing skills they never knew they had. Also, if they consider themselves writers, they will be much more open to writing instruction. The challenge isn't meant to change what I teach, it is designed to change those who I teach.

That's the theory, anyway, and it's always nice to have a little independent confirmation that I might be on the right track, so it was with gratitude that I read this post (for the May challenge) today:

O is for One Hundred Day Challenge

On February 28, 2014, the sixth grade Dolphin team started the 100 day writing challenge. Ms. S. said it will help us learn and write better. If you write 20 or more times per month you get a prize at the end of each month during the challenge. When I started this challenge I thought it would be boring. The first month of the challenge was easy. It was just writing a part of your life and sharing it.  So when I wrote more than 20 days I thought, wait this is pretty easy after all-- writing is actually fun. Ms. S. is making me a good writer. 

When that month ended, I got my prize, but the challenge for April was hard! "Poetry!" But when Ms. S. explained each type of poem, it turned out to be an easy challenge. 

Thank you Ms. S. for making me a poet. You are a poet and you know it.

Lesson: The more you write the better you get!!!

DIY: Dream it Yourself

Once when we were very young our dryer was not working. Money was tight, and my mom did not want to call a repairman. In those days, long before a quick google search would help you troubleshoot your appliances, she tried to figure out the problem on her own, but without success. That night, Mom went to bed with that broken dryer on her mind. The next morning, she awoke with the answer; she had dreamed that a fuse was blown. It cost her less than a dollar to discover that she was right.

Like my mother, I prefer to fix what I can myself, so Saturday I picked up a replacement cable box for the upstairs TV. What was supposed to be an easy plug and play installation somehow went wrong, and a blank screen was all I could conjure. Reluctantly, I called the help line and was directed to wait 40 minutes and see if it would start then.

Having MANY other things to do (and a few other TVs as well) I let it go until I could find the time to focus on resolving the issue, but last night I dreamed about the cable box. In the dream, I hadn't connected the cable to it, so it couldn't download the data it needed. I woke up with the hazy idea that I could fix it just like that.

In the shower, though, my mind cleared, and I knew that I had attached the cable. Mentally, I put the problem back on the to-do list. My thoughts kept wandering back to the issue all day, and so when I got home I went upstairs to look at it again. It turns out that I connected the wrong cable to the box, and in less than 10 minutes? It was up and running.

Let it Go

On Saturday we had our handyman come over to do some drywall repair after yet another leak upstairs. Once he was all set up, we went out to run a few errands. The day was fine, sunny and warm, and when we returned, he had the front door open. Music floated from within our house. It was a familiar song, but I giggled when I realized that I heard Marcos singing along.

"You like Frozen?" I asked him. 

He laughed sheepishly and shrugged. "My grandchildren! They love it!"

This is Not a Drill

When the fire alarm went off a couple minutes before the end of first period, I assumed it was a drill, but the cold and steady drizzle that greeted us as we evacuated the building made me suspect otherwise. 800 of us shivered in what turned into an icy downpour, waiting first for the firetrucks to arrive, and then for them to clear the building for re-entry. Half of second period was gone by the time we slogged back in, everyone drenched.

What followed was an exercise in necessity. Teachers supervised their soaking students as one by one team groups were called to report to the locker room to change into dry gym clothes. We were all back on track by the bell for third period. All of us except the kid who pulled the fire alarm. His day did not improve at all.