Just as waves come crashing constantly onto the shore, so are the millions of thoughts crashing through my head right now. I have found that my head never stops reeling with new ideas, new thoughts, new beliefs, etc. From new literacies to standardized tests, student absences and lesson plans…my mind never stops. Thus, I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but let’s just see as I reflect on the past week…
1. I’m finally taking some me time. I feel sort of hypocritical as I say this because I have encouraged so many of my colleagues to do the same (and yet I never have, ha!). I’m so used to go, go, going—that I never really think about “me” per say. And I’m my “best” when I’m on the go…but I’m slowly learning that “me time” is a necessity, too.
2. Character mandalas ROCK. Not just because I’m all about the visual, but because my students really, really liked them (which made me happy, ha!). More on this to come …
3. Up until this point, I have read about struggling/reluctant readers/writers as if these two adjectives meant the same thing, However, I think there is a big difference between struggling students and reluctant students. At least this is something I am finding out throughout my work in the classroom. Thus, our pedagogical strategies are going to look different for each “kind” of student (I think at least).
4. Tying off of #3, I have enjoyed seeing how technology incorporations have inspired reluctant students (especially through blogging). One of the best conversations my dual enrollment class has had stemmed from a blog post. The convo went off on a very GOOD tangent that I wasn’t necessarily expecting, so we didn’t “cover” all I was planning on getting to that day. BUT the main point was that students were more engaged and making meaningful connections with the material — probably more so than they would’ve if I had strictly adhered to the original plan. For this reason, I think technology (and tangents) can be very productive in the classroom. (Also, check out this to read about making good teaching better.)
5. To wrap-up, I’m going to end on a poem by Emily Dickinson that I read forever ago, and found reading through my posts on my RSS feed (again, taking “me time” and catching up on my blogs!).
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me.
And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
But no man moved me till the tide
Went past my simple shoe,
And past my apron and my belt,
And past my bodice too,
And made as he would eat me up
As wholly as a dew
Upon a dandelion’s sleeve –
And then I started too.
And he – he followed close behind;
I felt his silver heel
Upon my ankle, – then my shoes
Would overflow with pearl.
Until we met the solid town,
No man he seemed to know;
And bowing with a mighty look
At me, the sea withdrew.