I have 7 1/2 more school days. Tomorrow is my last Monday of the school year because Memorial Day is coming in handy next week and will curb any Sunday Night Blues.
I spent most of yesterday working on report cards and my slideshow.
I can’t see straight right now, but that’s okay. Also, just for the record, I sneezed again and my left contact got lost up in my eye again. For the love of Pete, I said.
I am now wearing my old contacts and my eyes feel much more comfortable. I don’t know whether the problem of not being able to see straight is due to the old prescription or how much I was on the computer yesterday . . .
In the meantime, I need to talk to you about the last Common Core training I went to.
It was actually at our school site and I was told I was going to be a “Model Leader”. This is because only K-1 transitioned this year in our district and I had already attended three whole day trainings. Apparently, that’s all you need to be a Model Leader. I sure hope this isn’t what medical school is like. Good job, buddy! You’ve got three surgical situations under your belt — now go open your own practice! You’re a Model Doctor!
I sat with our third grade team and my partner had to sit at a different table because she was a Model Leader, too. They needed Model Leaders at different tables. This upset us greatly. Especially because it didn’t seem to matter to anyone that we were more interested in the snacks and the extra long lunchtimes at our trainings, rather than the actual trainings themselves.
In any case, I found out that I am, in fact, a smoother. A smoothie, if you will. My third grade buddy wrote the following on a napkin and passed it to me (as if we were in high school): “Next blog post: I’m a Smoothie”
Yes. I am.
I want to lie and tell you that I am the best teacher ever and already implement all kinds of Common Core practices in my classroom, but I can’t. I must be honest with you. You know that by now.
I want to lie and tell you that I ate a salad with dressing on the side for dinner last night while the hubby took Murphie to her “special agility” training. But I didn’t. Instead, I had Ruffles potato chips and Ranch dip. Then when that didn’t fill me up, I had two Dove chocolates. And when that didn’t cut it, I had some cherries.
That’s the truth. So I will not lie now.
I try to implement Common Core practices as much as possible. But one area that really throws me is allowing my students to THINK FOR THEMSELVES. Gasp.
I’m so guilty of doing all the thinking. And pretty much most of the talking.
Our trainers called teachers like me “Smoothers”. We like to smooth rough roads for our kids. Give them hints when it’s time to infer or predict or add or subtract or sneeze or tie a shoe or write or whatever.
At times, I feel like I need to teach kindergarten because I am really attracted to those standards that say, “With Prompting and Support”.
WITH PROMPTING AND SUPPORT!!
I like that!
The first grade standards don’t say that, though. And while I DO allow think time and partner work and brainstorming sessions and all of that good stuff . . . I smooth the road a bit for those learners that may be struggling . . .
Hmmmm. That is my job, though, right?
My name is Kristin and I’m a Smoothie.
Or are you more of a Chunky Peanut Butter type?