Teaching the Unteachable

Teaching the Unteachable

I ended my career working side by side with teachers who taught students from two parent, single parent, foster parent, and even transient homes.  Year after year, new standards, new instructional programs, new intervention kits, new behavior modification programs; nothing new that was tried could raise the school's scores to the top of the rating measure.  Teachers in my building, my friends, fretted  and worried themselves sick day after day that their students' data would not show that their instruction was "highly effective", or sometimes even "effective", based on the set standard benchmarks.  Lots of instructional time was spent on standardized assessments of the standards-gathering more data, graphing data points on the various standardized formative assessments to pinpoint each student's specific academic mastery and nonmastery of the multitude of itemized standards in Math and Language Arts.  Behavior of students continued to be an instructional distraction.  Students were unable to sit for uninterrupted instruction in math or reading, they did not...
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I was wrong.

I was wrong.

All this time I believed I was helping by cheering others from the sidelines, but it turns out that I shouldn't "get my help and goodness all over everybody", as I just heard Anne Lamott say in her TED talk.  In fact, she goes on to say that, "If it's someone else's problem, you probably don't have the answer anyway....help is the sunny side of control."   In all this time, I've been running alongside others, yelling out encouragement, offering support and motivation, I've neglected the most important role of my life; cheering for myself.  Offering kind words to myself when I face failures, big or small.  Running my mind past reflections of my life, offering forgiveness and grace, as well as words of wisdom that I've learned along the way.  Only by radiating my joy and peace from the inside will I be of any inspiration for others.  That's what my legacy for this trip around the sun needs to be-cheering myself, focusing...
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Wondering why I care…

Wondering why I care…

So, I cut my hair. Short. I started asking my children what they thought...big mistake. They both liked it long-the way it was before I decided to try to update my look...I was bemusing this fact to my husband when he said, "Why do you care so much about what other people think?" Perfect segue way to my coloring appointment next week-holographic pink-here I come!...
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