Poetry and Prose, For Everyone Who Knows, About Teaching Woes (121)

They Listen, They Heard

When I was young, dolls were my students
My homework, their lessons
They listened, they heard
When everyone else ignored me

When I was in my teens
My teachers were complacent or attentive
They sang songs in Geometry, Spoke of inspiration and hope
Yet some, remained self-absorbed and dismissive

I knew then what a good teacher was
I paid attention
When I needed feedback and compassion
They were there, they listened, they heard

Home-life, social life, choices and disadvantage
Follow and trip, relentlessly
But classroom life can be shaped, nurtured, protected
Good teachers do not ignore, they listen

Nothing matters more than future life
Setting hope in a child, showing them their strengths
Providing them a scaffold to overcome their struggles
Making sure their voice is heard, that we listen

Teachers instinctively, emotionally, spiritually
Feel this in their core
Amidst the volume, the sheer number of voices,
They find the one in most need of attention
Its a gift

You Can Hold It

Coffee necessary, or tea, depending on desire
Water bottle desk corner
Classroom temperature ranging
from iceberg to volcano
Thermostat under someone else's purview

Sip, gulp
Maneuvering through desks and tables
Communicating, voice strained
Sip, gulp

Thirty minutes until class change
I can hold it
Pace and paddle
Distract and focus on anything
But having to pee


Snark and Snicker

In school, as students, we are taught to snicker and giggle
Teachers make mistakes, some earn the chortle
We learn as students to love certain teachers
To fear others

We have moods and days where outside pulls us away
Responsibility blurs and we never clear our line of sight
They know, they anticipate your preoccupation
They occupy it with agitation and interruption

We are taught curriculum, lesson planning
SEL, ESL, SPED strategies
We are given opportunities to visit and teach unimpeded
Dip our feet in the education pool
But those classrooms were prepped, warned
We enter with some trepidation, but we have back up

We enter our own, first classrooms and
Everything we were taught is irrelevant
The entire foundation of learning, of community
Is relationships
This opportunity is not preemptive, it is conditional on
First day encounters

Behavior management can not be found in a book
You can do everything right
Some students still won't like you
Students are fickle

Snark and snicker
Even on the best of days
They rear their ugly din and disturb
But, we have to let them dissipate
For if we engage, we lose
This battle can't be won


The Whites of their Eyes

Even on a day where we are tired and frustrated
Most teachers want to be in there classrooms
There are smiling faces
Yes, there can be bad behavior
But, overall we like to be immersed with our students
Learning, laughing, interacting

What is going to happen when we return
Staggered days, percentages of capacity
Masks, gloves
Every seat six feet away from one another
Impossible
Will we prefer the risk?

The whites of their eyes
The giggles and glee
Adventures and creativity
This is what we long for
Not computer screens and erroneous assignments

When will a classroom feel like a classroom
Students feel like students
Teachers feel like educators
Parents feel like parents
It depends on our next step


Wear Comfortable Shoes

Every school wardrobe is different
Some professional- no jeans or t-shirts
While others are semi-professional, err on the side of comfort
No sweats or shorts, but no heels required

Our dress is part of our character
Some wear bow ties, colorful socks
Others various sneakers and playful rims for sight
Themed jewelry and superhero lanyards

These eccentricities are us
Students notice
For gifts we receive more of the like
Reminder that what goes unsaid
Is just as important as what is
Persona, personality, attitude, temperament
They are all heard, loud and clear

No matter what
Wear comfortable shoes
Get into your personal costume, but feel authentic
Be you
Every detail is logged, every word put into a data file that combined
Completes their image of you

Virus

I have one job
Single minded, yet mindless
Replicate
Propagate
Duplicate
Survival impeded by immunity
I plead the 5th

White Blood Cell

I predict invasion
Rally the troops
Defend my home
Fungus
Bacteria or
Virus
Our fight, endless
For if we lose, everything stops

The Aftermath- Angst, Anxiety and Apprehension (119)

Events Unfolding

A chain reaction, often with the end a prediction, not an absolute. One action- catapulting or collapsing. A series of progressions. Continuity and cycle. We are often just locked in step with the events of science. With the occurrences of human society.

While we are in the sequence of chaos, a tumultuous timeline, we focus on what's coming, not what we have endured. We are unable to dodge the influx, so we brace ourselves for the incursion. The shock wave falls after the impact. The gradation creates the fallout. The conclusion is the onset of another rotation. Time repeats itself.

Large scale, vivid, visceral events leave a devastation in their wake. Visible scars. But some forms of aftermath- even though they are not physically ruinous, they do not rip our landscape apart, they are just as detrimental. They leave a deep impact- an emotional crater.

The emotional wounds can be just as catastrophic, cataclysmic, and calamitous. They are subtle in their destruction- but they are longer lasting. They carry with them disquieting and traumatic effects- we do not truly recognize, until the aftermath has presented itself.

Aftermath

Angst of teenagers who missed their prom and graduation. Students who missed their competitions and culminating events. Adults who missed a payment because they weren't able to go to work. It's percolating now but after things settle- there will be rapid boiling- there will be scalding emotions.

Anxiety is everywhere. We don't even recognize its full reach yet. A quote- children can't say to us, I had a hard day, let's talk about it. Rather- they say- will you come play with me? Many adults hide their doubts and fears because they think it makes them look weak. Its already here- this underlying level of anxiety- it will be more apparent as time goes on.

Apprehension is palpable. We are inching back out there. Society is opening its shudders and beginning to venture outside and into restaurants and shops. Yet, we are still afraid to shake hands. We will be at 25% capacity, then 50% capacity, working our way up to 100% capacity. It will take time for the spaces to fill in- but the trust, it will take a lot longer.

The aftermath is tapping on our windows, it will be delivered to our mailboxes, dropped on our porches. It will be coming through the Internet and phone lines. We will see it on TV. The impact of this is expansive. Everyone coping and venting- listening and responding- ignoring and communicating in their own way.

Tap...Tap...Tap..

Aftermath, a haunting unveil. A dark corner, deep crevice, eerie facade, that will slowly trap us, as we move forward. For reasons we can't even imagine yet. For disturbances in the force, ripples in the stream and storms in the atmosphere of our reality- they are not a quick fix at the end of an episode. They are the long, story-lines of trilogies.

Cracks are forming. The splitting is occurring. But we have to wait to repair them, until we know the impact point. OR, more will splinter off in every direction. Like a sudden crash into a windshield. It slowly grows until you can longer see out your front window.

It's going to be scary for awhile. As all the science attempts to solve and psychology endeavors to heal- all we can do is listen for the stitches unraveling, watch for the tears to widen. Figure out how this virus has scarred us far more than physically and emotionally. But socially, environmentally and economically too. More importantly, personally. Because this attack was personal.

Then and only then can we see the big picture and attempt to sew everything together. Piece meal back some form of normalcy- even though what we once believed was normal is gone. The new pivot- the post Covid hinge is swinging open- I am curious as to what is on the other side. The tapping is getting louder, the shadow fading- can you feel it coming?

Range, Rustle and Ripple (116)

Furrowed brow, she stares at the auspicious moment of chance, before her. Impending triumph or crisis. It hasn't been decided yet. The moment is unfolding, slower than usual- predicament loud, phases folding together, origami style. There is no conspiracy. Simply, a transaction of time.

Appearance is witness. Meaning disproof. She blinks rapidly, clearing the miasma, she acquired from the concussion of coexistence. Shattering, fabricating, detonating, all at once. Her brows now become stitched, eyes squinted- blinding cacophony. Yet, her glance is fixed, locked and loaded.

Range narrows. Rippling together like, pebbles already thrown into the stillness. Rustling ruckus, the trees separate. Clouds confess their lurking and roll overhead, like a thousand testimonies substantiating a verdict. Drops, the corroboration of guilt. She looks up, and the barrage of pellets begins.

Haunting it howls. Natures whisper becomes an unbearable screech of phenomenon and deed. It is never unexpected, yet unwelcome, at moments of leisure. Juncture of static electricity, shifts of warmth and altitude, climbing of moisture, transference of energy- has brought this here. Has brought forth this sinister ceremony.

Baneful it bellows. Fateful episode of precipitation. Downpour of circumstance. Darkening of blue. White fades to gray. Silence creeps, each a key, notes of a piano, harmonizing with the energy- squabbling and acquiescing, towards their doom.  Loosing their individuality and collaborating to bring drench.

Furrowed brow- she stands motionless, letting inundation unfold. Accepting her fate. Sodden and bathed- she slowly seeks shelter. Trees canopy, rejoin above her, offering recompense. She accepts. But, remains for a moment- listening and watching biology, physics and geology merge. Feeling a deep sense of calm and pure joy.

She smiles and waves, for clouds, the rain and the thunderous voice of nature- are just saying hello.

Interactive Classroom Strategies for any Venue (114)

What Does Universal Mean?

Universal strategies are sought after. I cant count the posts, tweets and books that are out about this subject. There is a cornucopia of knowledge out there about, student-centered design, distance learning, motivation and engagement, technology tools, mindfulness, SEL, STEM- the list is endless.

The sheer multitude of points of view, expertise per se, is overwhelming. What works for one classroom might not work for another. Some students need strategy A, while others B, and yet, even others, C, D, or E.

There are not universal strategies. Because, there are not universal mindsets, outlooks, learning styles or personalities.

As the saying goes- to each their own. With education that has never been more obvious than at this moment in time. Where most students are left to their own devices, literally, to self-guide through the learning process.

Some students have mastered this path, some are doing okay, they are completing work, but with little absorption or depth, while others are shutting down, at the sight of all of this.

We all have students in these different stages. We all are doing our best to reach every student.

We all are continuing to innovate and lead with the best of intentions. We are all screaming inside, while we smile on the outside. We are all juggling private and professional, emotional, and spiritual, physical, and mental. We are all human.

Location is Irrelevant

Distance learning aside, there are some strategies that can be tweaked and prodded to be what you need them to be- in any classroom setting. These are what I am going to share today. I am a teacher. I am a writer. I am realistic. I am optimistic. Hopefully one or more of these will spark something in you as they have for me.

What's Missing- show students a list of content vocabulary, set of pictures, diagram, or a series of steps related to the course content, but omit a piece of information. Challenge students to predict what is missing from the list or picture.

This works perfectly for distance learning.

ELA- Retrieval practice of vocabulary, looking for literary devices or elements in a text. The "what's missing" will encourage them to look deeper.

SCIENCE- Marine animal anatomy, leave steps out of processes such as generating electricity from a fuel source, formation of acid rain, etc.

MATH- steps of a problem, Math problem, scientific diagram, flow chart. Up challenge and opportunity as appropriate: students create these challenges for each other or have them ‘fill-in’ unexpected/provocative steps. Simple e.g. instead of 2+blank=6 being 4, its 3 + 1.

SOCIAL STUDIES- capitals and major landforms, a See, Think, Wonder VT routine. Looking at a picture and only show a small par, to get them looking at details and then enlarge what the part they can see and have them explain the process.

Brainstorm Challenge-If you want students to brainstorm a list of ideas or possible solutions, challenge them to generate more ideas by using an online randomizer (dice rolling).

then you can encourage them to analyze, sort, or prioritize their lists based on a set of criteria. Then adding the pressure of a ten-minute time clock adds pressure and engagement. Have them respond in a live chat format of your choosing.

ELA-Having a closed time deadline fires them up to generate ideas quickly love the idea of random number of ideas required, Love debating. My students are currently studying Social Issues and Argumentative Essay Writing, so we have been doing ‘Speed Debating’ in class...

SCIENCE-This would be a great approach to making predictions before a science experiment, video, or classroom activity, use this when kids are gearing up for their coral bleaching essays. This would be really helpful for them to generate useful search terms.

MATH- That would help them decide which path to take when the calculations come around. If they can list all the possible "happenings" during each step, they will likely pick up on which will happen and how they can minimize measurement error.

SOCIAL STUDIES- This would be fun for students to plan a group project. Or, once they have chosen a project, deciding what needs to be done and in what order.

ADI-Argument-Driven Inquiry

ADI are generally completed within a class period. However, I have had the debate portion, in an online live chat, after time has been provided to peruse the graphs and charts. ADI will generally have 6-8 photos, or you can simplify it down for distance learning, depending on the complexity of the question.

Student Task : In this activity, you will utilize actual data sets collected from maps of the United States to determine ecosystem impact by tornadoes in the US. Data sets were collected by amateur storm chasers and USTornadoes.com. More information can be found at http://www.ustornadoes.com/about/

Guiding Question: Tornadoes will have the greatest impact on which ecosystem?

Getting Started: To answer the guiding question, you will need to examine the data set of tornado occurrences to explore the relationship between tornado incidents and ecosystem location.

To determine how you will analyze your data, think about the following questions:

• ·          What data is relevant?
• ·          What type of calculations will you need to make?
• ·          How will you organize and represent your data?
• ·          What type of graph could you create to help make sense of your data?

To have students share their information they will complete a document as follows:

To have them share their argument with others, use an on-line chat format. A group discussion format or even just send them to you directly.

Problem-Based Learning

PBL generally progress over a single week-2 weeks depending on the problem. Problem-based learning or Project-Based learning must follow the four basic principles of PBL

·        Students work with their peers to solve problems. (on-line chats and discussions)

·        Students research and gather information on their topic.

·        Students use technology with purpose, to design and create a culminating project.

·        Students need to see themselves as the ultimate resource. (independence)

Using primary sources, current events, and science resources, they collaboratively solve the problem- they design a persuasive presentation (power-point or podcast) to convince a political leader (me) that something needs to happen. For example:

Title:  Human Impact on the Environment

Challenge (Driving Question): How can political leaders be persuaded to implement changes in policy regarding environmental damage?

Summary: Students will research how humans are negatively impacting various ecosystems.  They will write a persuasive speech and video presentation including the effects of human actions and ways to repair or end the damage.

Students will: Receive a randomly assigned ecosystem, create questions, research, revise questions (add or revise), synthesize findings, write persuasive essay utilizing documentation and quotes, create plausible solution to ecosystem rehabilitation, and present findings in a speech/video to classmates and ultimately, politicians (calling for reform)

Student-centered teachers carefully guide students as they begin to explore or investigate their topic, being careful not to dominate the conversation. They allow the conversation to be led by students and for the discussion, to take twists and turns, based on the evidence and interest of the students. This can be done as a WebQuest, you set up in a module or on a website.

Then you give students plenty of time to develop responses or think about the issue more carefully, giving students the time to reflect and think more carefully about the issue, is key. Distance learning allows for this aspect of PBL.

sine qua non (112)

relationships and frenemies

We have an arrangement with reality. We believe in it and it will provide us some kind of foundation on which we structure our lives. It's not permanent or even stable sometimes- expanding and collapsing on itself, based on our perspective, of course.

We catch glimpses of what if's and cast blame. We catch our shirt sleeves on alternatives, snag our positions on ulterior motives. As each article of clothing, each layer of our consciousness and capacity, tear and unravel- reality laughs a little.

But we have a contingency plan- we have built up such a strong fortress, of what we believe to be true- that even the sharpest of blades can't penetrate, the highest of projectiles flung in our direction fall short- thus we endure. Most of us anyway. We all have our breaking points.

We demand. Reality demands. We keep post scripts, reality pastes codicils on every surface- so we are reminded, frequently who is in charge. We have essential markers, sign posts we use to quantify our sanity. We all have our exceptions to the rule though. We all let things slip past our barrier.

But even with the slightest of omissions there are no exemptions. We must maintain a level of normalcy even in times of utmost uncertainty. If we don't, reality begins to wobble on its base. We have to keep the turret standing tall, our personal crest waving in the breeze of isolation. Reality is very picky.

characteristics and expectations

Reality has fine points, that it uses to measure itself. It modifies to allow for updates. But here is the kicker, it is not universal or expansive. It is personal and unique. Therefore, it, like matter itself, is forever changing form. We must succumb to its requirements: recognition, responsibility, result and the absence of blame.

Necessity overcomes. Need prevails. We postulate both. We take into account the law of probabilities. We adjust. If there is a precondition, we monitor. We have prerequisites for social interaction. We have provisions within our domiciles. We keep balanced and moving forward because of a proviso, a stipulation that health takes precedence.

Reality has qualifications- mental health, acknowledgement of anxiety and depression. Reality has requirements- honesty and humility. We have to know when to ask for help. We have to know when to unplug, escape, sleep and just re-energize. If we don't reality plays tricks on us. It's feisty and it likes to have fun.

The requisite most of us are following is distance. That is the reservation in our planners. That is the responsibility we have accepted. That is the recognition of our place in the the larger picture. As a result- blame, suspicion, guilt, trepidation had wandered into our vehicles. They are turning the knobs on the radio, rolling up and down the windows- they are in fact reality's distractions.

one rule to rule them all

There is one rule of reality. It wants to be noticed. It wants a friendly game of chess. It likes Roshambo, but it prefers strategy. A competition of wills. Here is the small print- the ones at the bottom of a twelve page document, we skim to the bottom of, so we can just click- I agree, to the terms of the contract.

There are strings attached. There are terms, and a few are up for negotiation. There are stipulations- but if we sign without reading, we are bound to the terms and there is little room for arbitration. These terms are- remember we are all human. Every life matters. Every voice, opinion (as much as we disagree) matters. The trolls and awful people, matter. We don't like them, but they matter.

Reality fools us into thinking that because someone is hateful and cruel, that they no longer matter. But, they do. Reality is different for every one of us. Our experiences, childhoods, choices, they have shaped our reality. Some of us harbor pain, fear, deep seeded unhappiness. But most of us also are anchored in kindness and love. Generosity and appreciation.

The reality is, if we do not listen to one another- forgive and refuse to place blame and ridicule, we will be stuck here. If we do not look for productive outlets for our frustration, but rather put hate and negativity out into the world, we will be stuck here. If we try to cope with our anxiety and depression alone, we will be stuck here.

acceptance and reflection

Honesty and humility. Recognition, responsibility, acceptance of results, refusal of placing blame. These requirements are necessary if we are to move past this. Sine qua non- an indispensable, an essential action, condition or ingredient. For without there is nothing. Our reality will blur into our rage and ignorance.

Be present, listen to reality- she is forgiving but also vengeful, if you do not heed her repeated warnings. Be human. Be kind. Be responsible. The result might be out of your control- but your reaction to it- that is all on you. Reality is waiting, she is speaking to you right now. You had better listen.

Insomnia, Storm, Slumber (110)

Last night was one of many sleepless nights. It was accompanied by a severe thunderstorm. As if on cue. But, it's story unfolded and ended as suddenly as it began.

Ours, mine, yours- it's a story in the middle. Each of us a page in a giant novel called life. Our setting may be out of our control- the plot has been outlined for us as well.

It's the dialogue, the resolution that is for us to decide.

Tonight

I awaken, its late or early, depending on your perspective. An hour of shut down. A night ahead of tension and wakefulness. Seems this routine is unbreakable.

Days have numbers, names, semblance. Time does not. Like in a movie montage, the arms of the clock are spinning rapidly, trying to progress the story. But this plot isn’t moving forward.

Vivid dreams, clarity of thought, precise concerns- this virus has created not just a viral moment- virtually and physically- but also a deep, undeniable honesty within me.

What once felt insignificant, is now expressive. The trivial cognition I was experiencing in my former life, is now ponderous and influential. It whispers- pay attention. Former subtlety is now cheers and jeers from the sidelines.

Not applause or accolades. Not pride or confidence. But, realization, reflection, a continual fight to stay above water. Trying desperately to ignore the onslaught of division, its ugly.

This large-scale, monumental occurrence has stirred up the bottom. The underbelly of negativity, the bedrock of indignation and the sediment of self-centeredness and shame. Kindness is out there, generosity is present- but antagonism is floating to the top.

But, with the slurry and sludge, has come an awareness. Inner contemplation. Leading to betterment or complacency. But- either way, it has drudged up foggy bottom, to say the least. It’s hard to see through the murk.

It’s a thick film, undeniable. Oily, messy and toxic. There is too much to push aside. I have to swim through it.

This Night

Crash, crackle, snap. Lightning flashes. It’s early, still dark outside. Quiet, between electrical charges. The rumble of recognition builds, then like a slap in the face, shakes me to the core. This duality of sound and sight startles me alive somehow.

Pop. I hear it, a transformer nearby, hums loudly then silences.

It is deafening for a moment, the transition from the whispers of household appliances to reticence. Streetlights disappear. My computer beeps, letting me know it is no longer receiving a current, a lifeline. I unplug it, just in case.

Then a surge vibrates, my hair statics straight, my skin shivers and creeps. Stillness is heavy. Electricity is not.

Wind is loud. The trees are taking a beating. Branches are scratching against the window. Beckoning to enter like a flood. Tap, tap, tap- “Hello? I know you’re awake.” I catch a glimpse of the Shining- “Come play with us Danny.” A big wheel never seemed so evil before.

The street is filling to the brim. I can’t see it, but I know from past experience. Harvey is a loud visual that still haunts. Water does what it wants, at any cost. The price of liquid. The cost of currents, patterns and trends.

I can’t seem to move. I just sit staring out at nothing- as if the world has vanished. House black. Neighborhood obscure and eclipsed. Moon hidden behind clouds.

It is eerie, yet somehow comforting. As if the troubles of life, were swallowed up by this absence. This peculiar presence. I feel a sense of calm amidst the vibrato of nature’s orchestral feast.

Morning

As I pour my soda into a clear glass- the liquid slithers over the ice. It settles making a cracking noise, letting me know a gas exchange is happening.

Condensation, evaporation- simultaneous. The elixir becomes inviting- once in a warm can, now in a chilled container.

Daylight reveals some fallen trees, pine needles and cones strewn across every inch of asphalt and pavement. Gutters filled to the brim.

But, with the mess, comes an abandon. No life seems visible. Strays are isolated. Humans distancing.

A realization, a somber clarity. A flashback to the big wheel, twins, Stephen King.

A long night.

Click, tick, knock. Reticence becomes the whispers of household appliances. Beeps of re-connection, to a virtual cosmos.

Hypnotic, lethargic, slumberous. I shuffle off to sleep.

Not a New Normal but a Better One (108)

Yesterday

Normal. What was normal, can no longer be. At least not exactly. Big 'Titanic" changes cause some pretty major shifts: In thinking, interactions, emotional stability and of course societal expectations. 

After the Titanic sank- every ship had to have enough lifeboats. After Pearl Harbor, we literally joined a war. After 9/11 we became hyper-vigilant, paranoid, and yes, unfortunately a lot of people became more offended by cultures, not their own.

This pandemic has caused some of that for sure. Fingers are being pointed. But, the culprit, the enemy is a virus. A microscopic invader of astronomical proportions. Thus, as a human race, we are focused on an invisible attack. 

We so desperately want things to be like they were, some of us anyway. We are looking for the familiar. But maybe, the familiar is no longer good enough. I am looking for an upgrade. What about you?

Yesterday is a Memory

We had challenges, we had disparities, we had down right injustices and hopefully- this miniscule microbe (yes, I know it sounds redundant, but I like alliteration) will cause us to pause, to rethink our behavior. BECAUSE- we still have all of these things, now they are just being magnified.

I hope this magnification will make us more compassionate. We are no longer moving at a quick pace with the excuse of busy. We now have time to see the reality of our circumstance.

I hope we can see the error in so many things of our yesterday and find ways to tighten our focus on tomorrow. Here we sit, Zooming and exploring. I hope we explore what needs to be done to better our world not return to a crumbling society.

We can’t go back to the non-common sensical way we educate our children. Based on standardized, often biased, tests. 

We need to figure out how grades can be more meaningful- a letter is not meaningful, a percentage is not meaningful. We need to discuss as a professional entity- educators- how to make it more growth based.

Today is a Flash

Distance learning, for many these days is completion- not accuracy and thus there has been a shift towards - just do it. It has to be streamlined a bit for the purposes of finishing the year. 

BUT, we need to remember our classroom motto's, our classroom theme song. Even if you didn't have one before- you definitely had an energy.

When we return in the Fall, for many of us, we need to focus on more independent, STEM, makerspace, self-paced activities. Where choice is key- with choice comes meaning. Less cookie-cutter more exploratory baking- ingredients optional.

The Same Ol'

We can't stay the same. This is the perfect opportunity- the world's attention is focused on one thing- Covid-19. So let's use this time to send a message. Share a new outlook. Try on a new outfit- put on your positivity pants and your update sweater.

Standardized testing is a snapshot. Nothing more. It is purely a number. No deeper insight. A funding game. 

We need to focus on a growth game. We need to make sure schools are clean, safe and comfortable. A place where students feel they are contributing to their education and not a soldier of compulsory assignments.

Tomorrow is Knowing

Education is on my mind. But, I also think society needs a huge overhaul. We are all in this together and I hope after seeing the toll of this devastation- we begin to be better listeners. 

Better problem-solvers. More considerate. More aware. More positive. 

These days so many Tweets- are me, me, me and I feel isolated, I am bored, life is so unfair. Now a lot are constructive and thought-provoking but- self-centeredness is alive and thriving.

I hope there is a shift to- we are in this together. Let’s solve the issues so desperately in need of our attention. Let's focus on global issues. Environmental issues.

Let’s use this time to have meaningful conversations. Let's strategize and discuss ways to bring dramatic change- let’s not go back to normal- normal was complacency for much of society. 

Let’s figure out how to merge yesterday and tomorrow, into today. See our past mistakes that led us here. See the route to a better normal.

Now is Adapting

Now is normal. Now is seeing beyond complaceny and inconvenience.

Not in the merely in the microbe sense but also in the macrobe sense.

Let’s create a cure for lack of decency, a patch for arrogance and ego-centrism and a new vision for education- one where teachers have a voice, students have a role in the decision making and where together we truly are making the world better.

Let's choose to have the tough conversations. It's the only way we lose sight of the old normal and set our sights on the better one.

Happiness is a Problem, Solution Pending (106)

There are so many books written about happiness. How to find it- where to look, how to make yourself happy. There are self-help books, all about what you don't have, what you aren't, what you need to do, to better yourself. They even provide role models and influencers to guide us.

It's a perpetual cornucopia of this, that and the other. But, happiness, it's been said is fleeting. Dispersed between moments of bliss, contentment and struggle. We know pain so we can understand life. So we can see where our trials and tribulations lead us.

Happiness is a problem to solve. When we feel challenged, enlightened, eager to learn we set in motion an unraveling, a quest so to speak. Each stage of the quest monumental- it might feel inconsequential, but in our minds, these daily rituals, morning intentions, they matter.

The expansive conflicts and dilemma's we face in life- I mean the memorable, long-term stages we all go through, they are momentous. In the fact they need our attention, they beckon our actions- we often get stuck in them for extended periods of time. These are big problems. But solvable.

What to eat, what to wear. What to watch on television. These may seem trivial, but they add to the happiness gene pool because they are too, issues we must resolve. Decisions, choices, diversions- they also lead us to a level of acceptance and purpose.

We seek purpose- yearn for it. We look for concern and controversy because we are human and we need to keep our wits sharpened and our wills engaged. When we deal with circumstances and contend with argument- we feel our life energy hone.

Happiness is the result of hard work, reaching goals and just coping with simple issues of every day life. Doing nothing might be relaxing for a few minutes, but most of us find that we have to stay busy to feel content. We need to be evolving, clarifying and disentangling to feel satisfied.

So when I read the various books I do- I am a Buddhist, so I do read plenty of the Dali Lama, Thich Nhat Hahn and Pema Chondron- I am always looking for problems to solve. More often than not, however, I am reading alternative points-of-view. Writings that challenge my way of thinking. I even like to read self-help books to see how they may differ. All books make me understand myself a little bit better.

Recently, for myself, I have discovered, a need to build. Not to feel, but to construct. When I allow myself to look in the mirror and say 'today we will be happy, we will be calm," I have to stop myself. I can not will myself to be happy. Happiness is not a state of being, but rather a fluid motion of problem and resolution. I need to be an architect and a chef. Updating recipes and blue-prints.

When I read self-help books, I often stop midway through- they are all about what I lack. They are about becoming something I am not. Books within the Buddhist faith, tell us suffering is a part of life. We have to allow ourselves to feel suffering and pain. But they do not expect us to be miserable. They offer us a path- one of awareness.

Awareness is not happiness. It might be mindfulness, but happiness is a result of many things. Persistence, struggle and endurance. Failure, success and adventure.

When we let go of the comparison, the desire to fit in, the need to be something more than we are, we see glimpses of happiness. If we focus on what makes us not perfect, average- we get depressed because we fall short, of our expectations. Why? We set unreachable goals.

But, when we lie still, let the wave of consumerism and comparability flow over us- we see ourselves for what we are. We are not all geniuses, celebrities, experts or extraordinary. Most of us are average. Average is fantastic.Average means working hard and succeeding at most things we attempt. But we have come to see, being average, near the median, as imperfect. We see it through the lens of others, and thus, we feel unfulfilled when we fall within its margins.

I know unequivocally, I am average in most things. I am above average as an educator, and a good writer but nowhere near expert, in either of these. I am alright with this. I can only become expert, if I continue to work at it, which I will, and do every day. But, I accept who I am. I accept that I may never be expert. But I also believe in growth and that my friends is the problem.

The problem I wholeheartedly welcome.

Because, when I achieve daily 'points' -small incremental levels in my quest, happiness is approaching. When I am resolving issues, conquering fears, deciphering the codes of life- I am solving problems and this makes me feel good about myself.

And this is happiness. It is not constant nor indelible- but for me, it is reachable every day. Especially because of acceptance- striving and climbing, but knowing there are some things that will always be out of reach. I am meant for great things, maybe not perfection or fame, but definitely a happy life.

As We Become Aware of Ourselves, We Discover Ourselves (104)

The outside world has changed. Our routines, luxuries and adventures have altered. The comfort of the classroom has evaporated. For our students- this shift is physical for sure. But, remember their way of thinking is the same. Mentally they might be exhausted and discombobulated- but they are the same for the most part.

Their quirks are still there. Their sense of humor is still intact. The same learning disabilities, the same behavior issues. It's just now, they fall a lot on their parents to maintain. We must differentiate, they must get them in front of the computer. But, many times they aren't.

I have a lot of MIA students or some who check-in but then do not complete any assignments. This is happening for numerous reasons I am sure. I email, no response. I call, get voice-mail. I am sure they are overloaded and just do not want to deal with school on top of everything else.

There is a shift in understanding going on- amidst a shift in culture.

We do not know as much as we should know about who we are, who our children are when it comes to academics. We see their grades- but not necessarily their work ethic. Now parents are bearing witness.

We need to understand on a deeper level- who we are, what we are and how we differ. We tend to categorize not individualize. With distance learning it is even harder to do so. The work load for many educators has not decreased, but increased. Plus, generally there is a district wide requirement lesson plan.

We have lost our voice, our ability to get creative. We feel boggled down by bureaucracy.

We all are struggling in our own vectors. It is very difficult to keep our thoughts and intentions aligned when we have lost our voice.

Can we truly be efficacious? When our hands are tied and our playing field is boarded up.

I know for me- Week 4 is beginning and I am trying desperately to keep up with 180 students, not being able to see them daily is a struggle. I miss them. Every single one of them.

As we become aware of ourselves- how we think, what we need, how we cope with stress and frustration- we discover ourselves- strategies to tie everything together. How we can keep our curiosity and creativity alive in this virtual world, keep our families safe and on track and how we can maintain our own health and balance.

sigh...

Discovery undergoing, curiosity engaging, balance, well...that is yet to come.

uncanny valley (102)

There is a theory in the field of aesthetics called the uncanny valley. It holds that when something looks almost like a human being- an android or department store mannequin, it creates revulsion in the observer. 

The revulsion comes from the fact that the appearance is so close to a human being, yet just off enough, to evoke a feeling of uncanniness- something both real and alien. It makes us feel discombobulated and sickened.

This whole temporary, extraordinary likeness of normalcy- feels both legitimate and conflicting. Authentic and estranged. There is a layer of ash of our former day to day lives, coating everything. We dust it away and can glean remnants of the past.

But, the ash returns- as if a blinding, disconcerting storm of anxiety and uncertainty is unwavering. Every news story, every press conference, every reality check- heavy. Adding to the piles of ambiguity and misgiving.

I think as a country, we are coping. We are listening to recommendations and stipulations. Most have provisions. Most have entertainment. Most are staying isolated.

Some people are more innovative, these days, because their minds- stepping away from the day to day- are for the first time in a long time seeing the pause, hearing the quiet- both leading to ingenuity.

Uncanny is a great word- strange, mysterious, unsettling. Our situation in a nutshell. Valley- a low point or position. Definitely visible and palpable. Visceral in fact- leading to insomnia, depression and guilt.

Rising heroes. Illuminating voice of courage. Any time of upheaval not only prepares the exemplar, it gives a platform for the villainous. In every one of us lies an adventurer, defender, guardian and warrior. But with fear and anger - another side may appear- one from self-preservation and misunderstanding- vandal.

The thing about uncanny valley- our coping mechanism's that allow us to deal with our situation, our reaction to the revulsion in other words, is dependent on our emotional response. Our mental and physical preparedness. 

Our willingness to adapt. Our mindset- are we open to new ideas and opinions. Our reasonability- our acceptance of fact over fiction, truth over lies. Can we see correlation versus causality? If we keep our minds in check, we can squelch our abhorrence, at least a little.

This in turn will keep us centered and focused on the problem-solving we each must do. It will set the stage for mindfulness. It will allow us to forgive, appreciate and look for opportunities to help others.

Uncanny valley does not mean- hunker and ignore. It means look at the situation with clear eyes, knowing it feels familiar, our surroundings appear somewhat normal. But also the effects of the global pandemic, which have made our locus out of phase. For some a little- for some a lot.

Look at the edges, the shapes are the same. See the big picture, the fine details, the difference between uncanny and commonplace. Things will go back to normal eventually and remembering this recoil will be important.

It will keep us from falling back into the same groove of separation through devices and taking for granted our normalcy. This recognition will hopefully, help us set the stage for a canny peak. Canny-having or showing shrewdness and good judgment at a place of advantage.

100 Days of Change, 100 Days in a Row of Writing (100)

I have been writing a blog post and posting for 100 days in a row today.

It seems very insignificant in the scheme of things.

But, a milestone.

Several years back I participated in #blog365 and wrote for 365 days in a row.

That is my goal another full year- an achievable goal. I am sure I will have a lot to write about.

This being a year of a lot of adjustment and uncertainty- it is much easier to latch on to an idea to frame a post around.

A presidential election. Covid-19. Distance learning. Quarantine/Isolation.

Today though, I just don't have much to say.

Listening to music, wireless headphones- more of an escape.

Today's goal- Grading. Reading. Binging TV.

Just another week.

Just another post.

Like Systems Tend to Integrate, Friendship a Must (98)

Only you know how to be happy. How to find contentment. You have wise words- so listen to yourself. 

View Optional

We must keep a birds-eye and a worms-eye view. The world is a very big place, our personal identity requires a view from many angles. We are the embodiment of our shape- our curves, our size and thoughts. 

We are systems integrated. Personalities, learning styles, outlooks and mindsets. Not to mention we are machines of such power and veracity. We function well within normal parameters, much of the time. But we should, when we can give ourselves a head start.

We always have a zenith and a nadir. No matter if we are healthy and happy, energetic and hopeful, or crestfallen and anxious. These are our highest points and the lowest points, relative to our location. Our mental bearings, our social standing and our physical position. They are dependent on our frame of mind and level of efficiency.

We also have a set point, the optimal range of function of our physical and mental bodies. Our bodies are in constant battle, in order to keep us healthy. A system of interrelated functions, working together, depending on one another. The set point fluctuates, as does our zenith and nadir. Shifting as they try to keep our shape. Our integration.

Shape Flexible

Our set point is not a number, or a statistic but rather a process, where we tune into our body's natural cues. Where we listen for the telltale signs of exhaustion, fatigue and illness. Our shape, our integration, depends on the parameters of our spiritual, environmental and physical frame. Each a component of us.

The shape of things, how we interact with the external and how our internal behaves, has everything to do with where we are mentally, how we react and how often we have mental and physical check-ins. How well we take care of ourselves. No one can do this for us. We are on our own here. 

Our shape is our responsibility. Our integration is solo work.

Friendship Optimal

We are not just our own personal trainer, psychologist, diagnostician and physician but also our own friend. This sounds strange, I know. But if we are not our own friend, we tend to neglect the other aspects of our shape. We hyper focus on what we want and not what we need. A true friend is honest. A true friend is present when we need them.

The shape of things is crucial. The shape of us- is what we have control of. 

Now, we might get invaded or we might find ourselves in a dark place emotionally- but if we are cognizant and in touch with our cues, our warning signs, we can get started on the healing sooner rather than later. 

This is what a friend does. They see the big picture and point out our blind spots. Sometimes they have to be brutally honest for our own good.

Truth is, we lie to ourselves sometimes. We fool ourselves. We don't trust ourselves. We even feel bad about ourselves and if we do not build a friendship with ourselves- an honest to goodness relationship- we will go mad during these times of isolation.

Even if you are surrounded by family, as you are cooped up inside- even if you are living communally- you still feel the weight of things. Its your mind that traverses the social media universe. It is your restraint that keeps you focused and safe. 

Listen to yourself, you know whats best for you.

Flash of Reality

There are certain aspects of our shape, that can only be viewed from the rear-view mirror. They happen so fast; we don't notice until it's too late. There is always a critical moment of transmission.

If we are truly in sync with ourselves, however, we can get proactive. We can accept the forewarning, no matter how foreboding. We can learn to tip the scales in our favor. 

Ground is either gained or lost, our zenith heightens or falls, our nadir deepens or rises. It depends on our awareness, our mindfulness, on how fast we bounce back. We may need the guidance of others, but ultimately it is under our purview.

We are in a constant battle between fatigue and fastidiousness. Its ongoing and imbalanced. We can’t end it. We can only adjust it in our favor, and only if we pay attention. Again mindfulness. Kindness towards ourselves needs to come first.

Like oxygen on a plane- secure your balance first or you might just tumble down and bring others with you.

Equilibrium is impossible- it is a set of problems to overcome, not an endgame. 

Our set point remember, fluctuates. But we can minimize the disruption, if we listen to ourselves. Believe in ourselves. Stop comparing ourselves to others. Instead, by looking at ourselves, searching inward and amplifying our strengths and beauty, we can make ourselves happier.

Like Systems Tend to Integrate

Like systems tend to integrate. When we find an orbit we mesh with, we tend to fix our revolution to it. When we find connections that fulfill us, we tend to gravitate towards them. When we appreciate ourselves, for who we are, we are open to new challenges, we seek new solar systems to cross, and ultimately, the vast expanses, that scare us, shrink.

This happens because we are not frenemies with ourselves. We are best friends. This might sound corny- but you know its true. When we are true friends with ourselves- great things start to happen.

Our shape, begins to look familiar. Our integration feels solid. Our outlook is no longer one of one, but a single of many. We find commonality, individuality. Yet, we hold our shape- strong and steady. We find more friends.

We flex, curve and extend. Then those around us bend, stretch and tilt, until our isolation becomes integration. Like systems tend to integrate. Our components integrate into our whole shape. Each component critical in the maintenance of our aggregate.

We are a sum of our parts. If we remain positive and mindful just maybe our zenith will remain high, our set point optimal and our being healthy. I think during this time, we can be happy, hopeful and content. We can embrace our solitude and integrate our mindfulness and physical well-being. We just need to listen. We just need to trust ourselves.

OODA - A Cycle of Sanity (96)

The OODA loop (Observe, Orient, Decide, Act) is a four-step approach to decision-making that focuses on filtering available information, putting it in context and quickly making the most appropriate decision while also understanding that changes can be made as more data becomes available.

Confine to a cycle. Recon needed. The OODA loop was designed by a military strategist, but it is very much relevant to most of us today. We are bombarded with information, we hear conflicting ideas, devastating stories, hopeful scenarios- and we are left in a daze.

We observe normalcy at times and what feels like apocalyptic circumstances at others. The range of what we believe to be real or fake news- hype or fact is astounding. Today alone I have read six articles all conflicting one another in regard to the spread of the virus, symptoms of the virus and taking care of those who are infected.

I read about OODA and I thought, interesting. How can I integrate this into a routine where I can make sense of the barrage of data? Sift through the innuendo and charm and recognize the helpful and meaningful. Truth- not everyone is honest. 

Truth- some people are deliberate in their deception and are trying to make things worse in social media. Truth- we are quarantined, or distancing and we have to not just seek but find reliable data.

Observe

I find that not relying on Facebook for my news is helpful. Actually, going to reliable sources- news outlets I trust. Then finding another source. If I read six conflicting reports- I wait until the next day. I give them time to get their data straight. To align and write research-based articles. Sometimes they publish before they get all the facts.

Orient

Orientation can be a challenge if I am feeling a sense of gloom and doom. Which at times I do. I mean have you read news articles lately? They are scary. Over exaggerated and extremist. But to get a sense of the truth I daily read all kinds of articles. I like to know what both scientists and politicians are saying. It helps me acclimate and position myself in an offensive mode, rather than a defensive one.

Decide

Decisions are personal. The welfare of my family is personal. How we protect ourselves is personal. I do not want to make irrational decisions nor do I want o feel boxed into a corner, because I do not know all the facts. I am a researcher at heart. I do not make decisions lightly. I make lists, pros and cons, and I analyze data. That is the reader in me. The more information I have the better equipped I am to make a good decision. The observe and orient stages allow me to do that.

Act

I am definitely someone who acts. I do not sit on the sidelines and hope everything is going to be alright. I am a rule follower, until the rule does not make sense and I have data that says, try something new. This is a precarious time where rule following is important. Staying home is important. That is my action. Distancing and choosing to stay diligent and rational.

OODA

It’s funny how if you do not stay busy, your mind creates situations of doubt. The second you cough or sneeze, you get worried. But allergies still exist. Influenza is still invading. Stomach aches, headaches and runny noses are happening all over the globe- and they are not Covid-19. Yet, sometimes they are. Diligence but rationality is needed.

Research and data collection. Finding fact. Listening to reliable intel. This is so important right now. OODA- a cycle that requires recon. It requires patience. It requires you to not allow bias to consume you. 

Do not let yourself make a judgement or let an uninformed opinion guide you to make rash choices.

Stay home. Do not allow yourself to get overwhelmed by the sheer volume of data. Choose your few reliable resources and stick to them. I use the CDC, New York Times and NPR. Although I glance at CNN and Reuters. Then I compare their information. It is tough to stay level-headed, but this cycle- this loop of OODA, keeps me sane.

Knowledge is power.

We are all Red Woods and Yellow Daisies (94)

Tall Sequoia's grow tall and strong, because they bend with the wind. Their priority, survival. Their design, sustainability. Rigidity, can cause them to crack and cleft. Yet, flexibility allows them to crook and arc, wobble and teeter, when necessary.

It's impulse is to photosynthesize, germinate and cultivate, a niche for itself. Stimuli are constant: water, light, temperature, touch. A continual response system allows these successful plants, to anticipate, propagate and reciprocate with ease.

They have endured climate change, deforestation and attack from local flora and fauna- but, they remain, steadfast, deep rooted and towering over the younger, more vulnerable greenery. It is all about stamina and perseverance.

Red Woods or Daisies- fauna is meant to endure, even the harshest of climates. We as human's have the same design.

Impulse and stimulus, for us Homo sapiens, will only take us so far. It will spark curiosity, increase enthusiasm, cause engrossment and attentiveness, but it will be temporary, if the allegiance and adherence is waning. It is one thing to have skill, it is another, to have a steady stream of devotion, dedication and duty.

Time is our biggest obstacle. An unavoidable barrier to fulfilling, every one, of our interests. We can't be in two places at once, therefore we have to set priorities. Now a days we are quarantined- yet we still are trying to do everything we can. We have to have a schedule.

Our fatigue and unrelenting pressure is mounting. Students have this same pressure placed by parents, as well as themselves, and even with 'distancing' things are beginning to become more  taxing on them. We have to let kids be kids. We have to lighten the load.

They need to know that they have an escape route. That they can choose to wean themselves off, of so many investments.Time is precious and children need quiet time, reflection time, and family time. We need to find a way to challenge our children, but still let them have fun and just play.

We have to have limits. Their brains have to have a shut down mode- a sleep mode. As parents that needs to be our priority. As educators we need to make sure the focus is on growth not grades. Learning not requirements. This time is stressful for all of us. Let the Red Woods stand tall and the daisies have their space. We all have our 'best effort.' We all have our better judgment- let's use it and make sure every child is thriving.

Just a Post, Nothing of any Consequence (92)

Today is April 1, 2020. We have been distance learning for a week. There were hiccups with technology, overloading of an educational platform, isolation and just plain old frustration and exhaustion of millions of educators. Deadlines extended, on-line communication, a new way of teaching. All because of a microscopic organism that decided to invade the human population.

I could go on and on about fear, anxiety and how even introverts like myself are struggling with the quarantine. But, there are thousands of articles out there to read about that topic. I could share full-proof strategies, must haves for every teacher- but there are even more of those out there. I could write about what I'm doing in this time of distancing. But I know- who cares.

I am not being negative. I really am not. I am being honest. I have good ideas and I write about them. I rant a little. I spread mindfulness and kindness quotes. I do not Tweet negativity of any kind. I write as positively as I can. Hiding my darkness. I try to stay optimistic. I know I am a very good teacher. I work hard. I am dedicated and focused.

I have not written a book- I am trying. I have a few chapters, but then I think about it and well...who wants to read what I am writing when there are louder voices, people who know people and who can get something published. I write a blog- not many people read it. Especially now that hundreds of thousands more educators are blogging and sharing. The market is saturated.

I have a chat- people come. This is hopeful. My voice is not as quiet as I thought. I visit chats, a lot of the time no one responds to me. I just send out responses. It can be daunting. I have 4 children at home. 3 teenagers. We do not live in a giant house, but a 3 bedroom, one story,  square foot home where there really is no place to go to get absolute quiet.

So I try to stay up late, so upon slumber, I can have a moment to think. This throws off my rhythm. But, how else can quiet exist in a tight-knit family? Quarantine is difficult. But as with all aspects of this situation- doable. So I do. I am not a flashy teacher- never have been. But I do my best to keep lessons interesting and the mindfulness lessons integrated.

This is just a post, nothing of any consequence. I will not even Tweet it out widely. So most likely no one will read it. But it needed to be written. It needed to be posted. This #EduBlogYear journey is the second time I have embarked on daily writing, for a full year. It is hard but worth it. It is meaningful only to me. It is an outlet for my words that jumble and twist, inside me, until they are out.

That is the important thing about quarantine and distancing. Our outlets were removed. Our audible conversations have been muted. You could use Zoom with 'zoomtrollers' jumping in and hacking your conversation. I am just overwhelmed at the amount of negativity in the world that people need to break into someone else's conversation with porn and hate speech. I mean really?

But in any situation there are the opportunist, negative, jerks that have to ruin it for people. They are unhappy and they need to let out their frustration too, but the only way they know how is to attack. Like the virus, they are hateful attackers. But, when you think about it they are worse- for the virus is a survival strategist- they simply want to live, exist, thrive. Where the trolls want to cause mayhem and havoc. They are just mean.

So I end today, my just a post, with just an ending- be nice to one another. Store your baggage in an overhead compartment. Over your head. So if it shifts during flight- it lands on your noggin. Maybe if you are positive, you'll catch it or dodge its fall. But, if you are a troll or a negativity seeker- maybe it will just smack some sense into you.