Immovable

Once I found my breaker groove yesterday, it was not as bad as I thought. I spent my morning examining former colleagues' classrooms, ten minutes at a time, while kids I knew and didn't know read from their screens like zombies, tapping their selections to multiple-choice questions. Those students who were finished sat at their desks like airline passengers decades ago at the gate, waiting for a long-delayed flight. Without screens, a few read books, a couple did puzzles on paper, many stared into space, sighing, and a few tried to find a position comfortable enough to sleep. 

It made me sad for two reasons. First, I could see how dependent we have all become on our devices to fill our time. Second, I still don't quite get the ethics of forcing kids to stay in a room for hours to take a test that should only take a fraction of that time, even after taking into account that the policy is meant to discourage rushing.

Surprise! I'm still not a fan of universal high-stakes testing.

Breaker, Breaker

When I looked at the calendar for my sub gig, I figured that after years of successfully administering the state standardized test, I could step back into that role when testing day came. I was informed early on, though, that I was no longer considered qualified, which was fine, because I really don't like the job anyway. "We'll give you something else to do," the testing coordinator assured me after she thanked me for offering. 

And that's how I found myself added to the help spreadsheet as a "breaker/escort," which sounds racier than it is. Basically, my job is to watch the spreadsheet fill with all the trials and tribulations of testing, and spell any nearby teachers when they need a break. 

It's harder than it seems: I've already missed two bathroom breaks as I alternately wander the room, do a few word puzzles, answer texts from my nephew, and whatnot. I brought a book and my writing notebook, but after the previous lapses, I don't know if I should crack those open. As always, testing day has proven itself to be an inconvenient nuisance, which is not comforting in the least.

Here ends my rant: someone needs a break!

Applied Social Skills

A teacher friend had a graduation party for her daughter over the weekend. "How'd the big event go?" I asked her this morning as we stood in the hallway with a couple of other teachers.

"It was great," she reported. Good weather, good food!" Her face clouded a bit. "But at the last minute, my dad couldn't make it. He said he wasn't feeling well, and then yesterday, he actually ended up in the hospital with pneumonia," she added.

"Pneumonia!" another colleague said. "That's what got the Pope."

"That's not helpful," I snapped. "It's a 'think-it', not a 'say-it'."

Everyone's eyebrows shot up and we stood in uncomfortable silence, because what I had just said might have been a think-it, too. 

Just Sow

I wasn't very organized about starting seeds this year. I usually commandeer the guest bathroom as a makeshift grow house, but that's tough when you have houseguests during that time, so I put it off until after Josh and Kyle were here. 

By then, it seemed a little late to start a full-fledged growing operation, so I tried a few small-scale, experimental projects. One involved sprouting pepper seeds on a paper towel in a ziplock bag. I kept it on the warming pad at night and placed it on a sunny windowsill during the day. 

Another technique was to sprout a handful of pumpkin seeds in a takeout container. I kept the lid on it on the warming pad until green shoots poked up, and then they were off to the windowsill, too. Not too long after, it was late enough in the spring to put them in a sheltered spot on the deck covered by a shallow plastic bin that functioned as a wee greenhouse. 

That was the extent of my early planting, but both the peppers and the pumpkins are thriving, the squash is in the garden already, and I have 15 small pepper plants growing in individual pots on the deck. In fact, the success of both projects encouraged me to start some beans in a glass jar like we used to do for science experiments in elementary school, and to plant some more squash and some sunflowers too. 

In addition, this weekend I sowed some lemon grass and planted a few hanging pots with basil, mint, and cilantro. All in all? I'm pleased with my planting progress. Every year is different, and honestly, anything that grows is a gift.

Close to My Recent Average

So far, my media holiday is going well; I'm well on my way to breaking the habit of checking and rechecking several news outlets throughout the day. I think? I feel a bit better, too, although since this has coincided with a return to teaching, there are too many variables to tell for sure.

Even so, although I haven't actively sought out news, I'm not entirely uninformed. I know, for instance, that there is a new, American-born pope, that Grand Theft Auto VI has been delayed, and that the president wants to reopen Alcatraz. I guess those things are just in the air, or something. 

I will also say that when I did the weekly news quiz for the hell of it the other day, I simply used inference and deduction to answer the questions I didn't know, and my score was comparable to every other week. I guess that's more evidence that there's not much downside to taking a break from the 24-hour news cycle.

Thanks for That!

This morning, the homeroom kids were doing a weekly news quiz. It was the one with a blurred-out graphic for each question, which is revealed along with the answer. 

"The release of which highly anticipated video game has been delayed until May 2026?" read a student from the screen.

"Oh, that's easy!" answered one of her classmates gesturing toward the lilac and black blobs. "It's GTA 6!" He paused and looked around. "Any true gamer knows that instantly. I've actually been waiting for it since I was one."

The other kids raised their eyebrows.

"Five came out for X-box in 2014, and I was born in 2013," he finished proudly.

"You've been playing Grand Theft Auto since you were one?" asked a girl incredulously. "That's not disturbing at all!"

I laughed and jotted down the exchange. Spending time with kids always provides writing material!

Hiatus

Even though I'm only teaching one-tenth of it, I've gotten to experience several pretty big occasions of this school year. Not only have I administered two end-of-year assessments, but I will also be there for the Reading SOL next week. Today, I attended the Spring Music Concert and dealt with the wacky schedule that comes with it, and this week is Teacher Appreciation Week.

I didn't expect much appreciation after only 2 1/2 weeks, so I was pleasantly surprised when one of the kids presented me with a bag of chocolates and a thank-you note. I was also touched when a former student brought me a handmade wooden plaque of appreciation from Tech Ed. My colleagues made sure I got some breakfast from the PTA, too. 

But today, when they gave out the matching staff t-shirts and I didn't have one to wear, it really hit home that I don't entirely belong there anymore. As one of the few adults dressed differently,  I felt a little sad and left out, especially in the assembly. I had worn a t-shirt from last year to show the sixth graders what they could expect to receive at the end-of-the-year activity, and that one bright yellow shirt in a sea of black only made it worse.

Oh, I'll survive. Today on our way to the car, I asked Heidi if she minded if we stopped at the grocery store on the way home. "I know you're busy and tired," I apologized.

"Don't worry," she reassured me. "You'll be retired again soon."