Monday, September 7, 2015

Tech Rich vs Blended Learning

Blog posts inspired and reflective of blended: Using Disruptive Innovation to Improve Schools by Michael B. Horn and Heather Staker . (Referred to hereafter as Blended.)

WHAT?!! You mean I've been using the incorrect terms all along?! Ugh.


Technology Rich VS. Blended Learning

In the first part of Blended, Horn and Staker shake my understanding of how the word "blended" is applied to a classroom that uses technology. I have erroneously referred to the use of technology in a classroom as a "blended" method. I couldn't have been more misguided.

The district for which I work is a 1:1 environment, and some of our teachers and students have been in this environment for a solid six years. The teachers have received professional development before the devices were given to students, and they continue to have support from the district. For the first few years, support and development was mainly centered around "how-tos" of the devices. wk0 tools come and go and become more robust and meet the needs of education environments specifically. But using a technology tool doesn't make a blended classroom or a blended school. At the time, it was paramount to get teachers and students in a routine with the technologies available and a focus on the tools became the logical choice. Using a 2.0 tool or any other software may stretch the creativity of the students and teachers, it may allow students to explore content in a new way or discover content that could not have been accessed without the technology; however, these are all tech-rich examples. To be truly blended technology is indeed a part of the blend but more than that, it is putting the gear shift and steering wheel of learning in the students' hands.

Horn and Staker are clear in what a blended environment is and what it entails:
1) Students have some degree of control over time, place, path, and pace, and this ability to control comes through a component of online learning;
2) There is still the physical space of a building; and
3) The content the student engages with in the online component informs the learner's individual path where there is true integration of online activities and extensions/support of those activities in the classroom.

Once we understand what blended learning is, we can begin to make strides into taking the tech-rich classroom and choosing the most successful components of that and incorporate it in a blended classroom. In order to make this happen, there has to be willingness to shift our teaching practices and a willingness to allow learners to shape their own path--with guidance from content experts. Additionally, teachers will need the vision of strong leaders who see how education of today's students must change to meet the demands of our ever-changing, technical world. Teachers and students need professional and growth development models to lean on during the transformation, they need to open themselves to the learning process. The factory model upon which our public education system grew from is extinct yet has not been fossilized.

In the introduction of blended: Using Disruptive Innovation to Improve Schools, is a quote that embodies how I've come to think about learning and education:  "We are all learning how to learn and teaching how to teach" (Horn and Staker, XX).

Monday, June 8, 2015

Creating the Classroom

My "classroom" has changed significantly in the past three years. I went from teaching English to seventh graders to guiding teachers in how to integrate technology into their curricula.

Prior to the new batch of seventh graders in the fall, during the summer I would rethink how to structure my classroom from desk arrangement to how to have predictable (somewhat) procedures. I knew the curriculum well and had favorite units that brought out my passion for the material and for teaching. In turn, my students would get excited about the unit. What I learned early on is that if I was less than thrilled about something I was teaching my students, they would follow suit and become uninterested as well. What I'm learning about teaching adults is that they need that excitement from me as well; it just comes in a different form--working collaboratively.

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Mind Shift


Working with teachers is a different approach in many regards. BUT, I'm thinking now that there are many ways that I could structure my "classroom" in the same way I did with my seventh graders. I would get "pumped" up when setting up my physical classroom from arrangement of desks to minimal decorations. But that was simply tied to the superficial. What I loved best was getting to know the kids and the "ah-ha" moments that would ensue as the year would progress.

I don't pretend to know more than the adults I teach. Each one of us brings different experiences to our learning of how technology can be threaded in the curricula. I may have a bit more experience with how something works but each teacher has a different way that they see its application in the classroom. Then, the students shift the tool even further and use it in a way that is often unexpected.

The classroom I wish to create is a flexible one that allows for teacher choice, is a collaborative learning center, and allows me to work with students. Now to use my summer to plan for just that!

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Maybe a name doesn't matter when you connect with someone like Romeo and Juliet do. But, really, their names are a tremendous issue for them since they are from feuding families. If Romeo were not a Montague, their story would cease to exist. Family names, in this instance, has great importance.

Southern, traditional women change their names when they marry. I know I did when I married some 20+ years ago. The thought of keeping my maiden name never crossed my mind. But now, I look at this tradition as passe. And it seems to me now that dropping my maiden name was a form of subservience. Don't mistake me. I believe in marriage so long as it is an equal partnership, and I also know that this type of marriage is a recent phenomenon. Dropping a maiden name is like discarding part of yourself, as if you are in denial of what came before. If there is a "marry again" in my future, then I am sure to embrace it as sure as I am to keep my maiden name. As I face the end of my 20+ year marriage, I ponder my maiden name and what it means to me.

Dillon


This is my maiden name and the name to which I shall return.

For me, my name keeps me tied to those with whom I am related by blood and to those who came before me. But excavating my name also reminds me not to get lost in roles and being defined by those roles. Dillon taps into my essence and reflects part of my soul. It keeps me close to my father who passed away in November. It reminds me of him and the kind human and beautiful father he was. My name is an expression of the small girl who speaks to me, tugs at my skirts, and whispers for me to spin in circles and laugh while falling down. Dillon reminds me of who I was once, who I am, and points me in the direction of home. And "home" is where love resides.

If I had a daughter, I would encourage her never to give up her name. One should not give up anything going into a marriage; one should gain, not lose. Losing one's maiden name already sets up a pattern for allowing other important pieces to be lost as well.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Balancing is a Delicate Art

When I'm home, I can't seem to turn off my mind to the things I have yet to accomplish at work. Also, I wonder if I am doing enough in my role. I have the unfortunate habit of comparing myself to others. I did it as a classroom teacher, and I do it now as a tech facilitator. There are revelations of colleagues working together, and I am noticeably left out. I know that each of us has a certain skill set and unique talents, and we cannot all be involved in every project BUT there's that thought bubble in the air, ponderous, "Why wasn't I asked to be a part of ____?"
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Ponderous bubbles lead to reflection and self-criticism. 

I have suspended thoughts all around me, annoyingly tapping the top of my head for attention. Some deserve the attention, others need to be blown away by a gale.

The balance I seek is cultivating the thoughts that will enable me to grow professionally and personally while culling bubbles that are detrimental to that growth. It's a monumental task to decipher which will lead to the growth I need and desire. If I get too caught up in the wrong thought bubble, it will obscure my true focus. Lingering long in a cloud that is a distraction and that which undermines progress is a misstep in judgment which naturally leads to self-criticism.

I struggle with balancing the confidence that I am doing well at all that I put my mind to--work, rearing two boys, managing a house--against those things that function as a counterweight and find it exhausting. I have accepted the fact that I will always be plagued with balancing myself in my job and in my life. I know my limits. I know how my mind works currently; I just need to balance it differently. Re-calibrate.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Work in Progress--Aren't We All?

I have a problem. Well, not a problem. A sidekick. An accessory. An additive.

A.D.D. (And maybe H, but you'd have to ask others about that. I don't see it.)

I realize the diagnosis of this disorder has been thrown around in the last two decades as a "catch-all" for unwanted behavior in children, especially those in a traditional, outdated classroom. It seems that when children get into middle school, many of them are diagnosed with having ADD, both girls and boys, mainly boys. Medication is only one solution. There are also other strategies that have to be learned (and taught). And some may argue that ADD isn't a real disorder. That we all have difficulty "focusing" in this multi-tasking world. That this label is nothing more than excusing behavior that is unacceptable....

I was diagnosed as an adult. Frankly, I was a bit shocked. Honestly, I thought my friends and colleagues were kidding about my being ADD; but, when I told them, their response was one collective: "Did you think we were joking?" Umm....yeah, I did.

Throughout my initial schooling, I coped with a sidekick I've always had but not yet named. In jr. high school, I did my homework at a table in the living room, where no one lived. By the time I got to college, I realized in order to focus, I had to be in the "quiet room" where no one could disrupt me and I couldn't either. There was not any medication because there was no diagnosis.

Understanding an accessory like this means accepting one's limitations and also the gifts that it can bring. I do believe I'm more creative because of it. But the restrictions it places on me at times is what I'm working on to change.

Take Your Medicine!


So here's the funny thing about ADD meds as an adult with ADD. They give you the scripts in advance and date them ahead. You can't fill them until a particular time AND the pharmacy won't hold them for you. Hahahaha. Yep. I forget to fill the script or I lose it. Superb. Sometimes, I believe the meds are unnecessary. And then I take my actual prescribed amount and I am razor sharp focused and incredibly productive. 

What the heck? Why haven't I been taking the correct amount consistently to feel so in control of what I have to accomplish in a day?

I'm working on it.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Reluctant Reader Reads

I confess! I'm an English major who reluctantly reads. Honestly, I read only one novel from 6-9 grades, and it wasn't until high school when teachers showed me that a novel is richer than the basic plot line that I was interested in reading fiction.

I was an active child. I couldn't sit still for TV and certainly couldn't sit still long enough to get into a story. My mother tried. She used to read to me at night when I was a little girl. I would interrupt her and make up my own story. It drove her crazy, and she stopped reading to me. Can't say I blame her. She never understood it because she was such an incredible reader as a child. To this day, she will read a good six books in a week. I'm lucky to finish a book in a month. Granted her reading choices and mine are disparate. She reads books she cannot remember the title of and relies on the cover art to recall whether she has read it; I typically read books recommended by NPR. Sometimes, my mother will check out a book she has read before because the artwork changed. She'll get a quarter of the way through and realize she's read it before. I typically remember the title of the books I've read; however, I don't remember everything about the book. My father told me one time that it was pointless to read something if you can't remember it later. He was brilliant; I'm not in his league. Besides, I like to re-read if it is a complex story; I get something different from a book the next time.

Now, I read all the time, but what I read is in chunks. Twitter feeds, Google News, blogs.

Currently, I'm reading The Dinner by Herman Koch. I have about a quarter more to finish. The action takes place all in one night, and the characters are concerned with something their adolescent children have done. The main character Paul Lohman has serious sibling rivalry issues with his brother Serge and there are ethical/moral choices being deliberated throughout. I am annotating the book (using sticky notes, as I've checked it out from the library). The annotations help me to focus and to analyze. This book is okay. I'm reading it because it was a choice of my book club; otherwise, I probably would have stopped reading it in the second chapter. I have no qualms about abandoning a book I have started. As far as fiction goes, I need the characters to grab me right away or the writing has to be outstanding.

I can't wait for the next novel that comes my way to grab me, or maybe, I'll focus on some nonfiction.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Oh! The Humanity!

When I decided to go back into teaching (I had taken off while my boys were younger), I knew I wanted to teach middle school. They say people who teach middle school have to be part crazy, and in part, they are correct. Really, though, to teach middle school one simply has to appreciate the extreme growth an individual can have over the course of a year. Think about all the types of growth children experience from ages 11-14.

So why would anyone want to teach these kids who are up and down? (It's like teaching manic depressives who are all on varying mood swings.)

My reason was clear: connection

It may sound egotistical, but I really felt that I was meant to teach middle school in order to make at least one year of these students' lives better. I understand how impactful those years are. I wanted to create a bond where students could trust me and know that I care about them. I taught them English, but I was more concerned with how they grew as a person. That's what they would remember most, not the content of my curriculum.


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The Turtle

A brilliant girl in one of my classes slowed her pace considerably in a matter of weeks. She was slipping academically, and it wasn't the content tripping her up. I asked her to stay after class one day so I could speak with her privately. I was upfront with her. I didn't want to see her fail, nor did I want to see her slip further into her shell.

I said to her, "I know something personal is going on with you; I don't need to know what it is. I just want you to know that I understand. What I want you to do is instead of making up all assignments, choose a few that you know you can handle. There is no reason to for you to fail."

The response was unexpected. She cried and opened up about what had been plaguing her. It was profound--that which was affecting her and the trust that she showed me. On that day, we connected not as teacher and student but as two people who recognized the sufferings and joys of the human condition. She was so incredibly relieved that someone took notice of her struggles and didn't pry but approached her with care and understanding. I shared not the details of her pain with her other teachers but generalized it. This was how her teachers could support her--adapt and understand that middle schoolers are not academics; they are children who need significant support and great empathy.

The Next Year

I left the classroom (and my school) and my last group of kids moved up to the next grade. I decided to visit one day during lunch. Students attacked me with hugs. They were genuinely happy to see me. I missed them. The Turtle came at me quietly after all the others had started to leave from the lunch room. 

"Mrs. A? I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me last year."

It was the most sincere, heartfelt thank you I have ever received. I will never forget her, and I imagine, she will never forget me--a connection in experience and memory for us both.