So, OK, yes, I am a Rick Springfield groupie. Fell for him in my tween years, and it all just stayed there inside me. Since I was kind of young, I did not get to see him in concert or see his movie, Hard to Hold, but I did, indeed watch him fairly faithfully on General Hospital back in the day. Gorgeous dimples, beautiful eyes, and really great hair, even in his 60s. So when I heard he would be in Normal performing at ISU, there was no hesitation about whether or not I would be in the audience.
What I had not known is that he had written a book and talked fairly publicly about his battle with depression. I would not call my feeling when I heard that "pleasantly" surprised, because no one wishes depression on other people. However, my idol, the man that my twelve year old self was destined to marry, suffers with the same monster I do? There is one degree of separation, for sure.
I think of all the things I hear him discussing as of late, the one telling thing is that he very honestly relates that his success didn't save him. It was actually at the height of his success, when he thought he got what he wanted but realized that it was not what would make the depression go away, that he found his worst bout of it. I could 100% relate to that with my workaholism. If being "done" with something gave enough of a feeling of accomplishment, I would not be in this battle.
I didn't think I would like him any more than I already did, but that clinched it. Yeah, he has some other shady crap in his past. But I just watched him put on a 90-minute concert, ending it with his shirt off (and no one in the audience was anywhere near being repulsed) at age 63. He sounded terrific, looked like he was having a great time in little ol' Normal, and gave me the escape I needed. Hats off to you, Dr. Noah Drake! Thanks for making my weekend. I'm off to download your book.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The Woman in the Mirror
The Woman in the Mirror
~can hold a plank
~can do full squats
~uses eight pound dumb bells for bicep curls
~completes ab work
The Woman in the Mirror
~remains unsure of the thoughts of those around her
~is a workaholic
~is driven
~takes "turn the other cheek" to an extreme
~cares passionately about many things
The Woman in the Mirror
~wants to be the change she wants to see
~works through injuries
~pulls patience all the way from her toes when needed
~hates hypocrisy
~strives for a heart at peace
Saturday, June 30, 2012
An Ode to My Shoes
Over the last three years, I have been consistently working out. I am pretty proud of the fact that this seems to be a priority in my life. It also helps that I enjoy the workouts I do and the company I keep while I do them.
Over the last year, these lovely Rykas have been my trusty companions. They have seen rain, sleet, snow, hail. They have been to countless Zumba classes (let's see, if I averaged three a week in 52 weeks, that would be at minimum 156, but I think I have had them longer than a year...), many RIPPED classes, and a few Strong classes. They have carried my weight, plus some super hard orthotics. They are worn down and need to be replaced for a shoe that can give me the support I need. It's been a good ride.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The Moment of Letting Go
Since his wee years, I have enveloped my fifteen year old in the wonderful world of literature. Summertime was no exception. He would participate in the library summer reading program, despite the fact that we rarely, if ever, used the physical rewards from it. (We kind of always forgot.)
As he entered fourth and fifth grades, this became more of a struggle. It was more forced, less of a partnership. Yet I knew he had to read over the summer to keep that continuity flowing.
We started to have the conversation this summer about what he was going to read, and, in his inimitable way, he just glared at me.
"Can't I just have the summer off?" he asked. "I read a lot of things this year."
And I paused.
Can't he? The kid raked in a 4.0. Is it about him anymore, or about the need to feel like my motherly duties are fulfilled?
So, I'm officially backing off. After 15 years. After reading to this kid in the womb (oh, yes I did). He got many things from me, one of which is the lack of fondness for recreational reading, yet the ability to still call myself "literate." And so it goes.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
The Measure of an Admin
Pictured was my car clock when I left this morning to take my certification test: 186 - Principal in Illinois. It was quite early, indeed. For the next 5 hours, I was reminded of just how poor of an attention span I have. I was also reminded of how I felt 20-some years ago when I took my initial certification test.
I remember leaving that test thinking how ridiculous it was to think that giving a person a multiple choice test with options for situations could determine that she could actually be a teacher. Now, in 2012, I am asking the same thing about the Principal test. I thought of several persons whom I know who have passed the test and are not great principals. Luckily, I can think of more persons whom I know who passed the test who are quite good at what they do. This is undoubtedly true of every profession with a certification requirement.
So here's my test for those who wish to be principals from a gal who has worked for many and has some seriously high expectations of herself. Each of these is a yes or no item.
1. Do you genuinely like students at your level?
2. Do you genuinely wish to see students do their best academically?
3. Do you genuinely like teachers?
4. Are you capable of inspiring teachers to be the best professionals they can be?
5. Are you a parent or do you fulfill the role of parent in someone's life? (godparent included)
6. If you are not a parent, are you capable of putting yourself into the role of one in order to genuinely understand their perspectives?
7. Do you know what it feels like to struggle?
8. Do you know what it feels like to succeed?
9. Can you show up at school before most of your teachers?
10. Can you stay at school until
most of your teachers are gone for the day?
11. If there is a school-sponsored event, would it be a given with your staff that you are present?
12. Do you know how to lead without bullying?
13. Do your secretaries feel adored?
14. Would your custodians feel badly if they were transferred to another school?
15. Does each staff member feel like a valued member of the school?
16. Can you find money to make things happen for your school?
17. Do you have a PTO that feels in partnership with you?
18. Do you support fledgling teachers in their exciting new journeys?
19. Would there be more sadness than happiness if you had to leave your leadership position in your building?
20. Do you know how to take any group of students and teachers and inspire it to maximum achievement?
Teacher friends, what would you add to the measure of an admin?
I remember leaving that test thinking how ridiculous it was to think that giving a person a multiple choice test with options for situations could determine that she could actually be a teacher. Now, in 2012, I am asking the same thing about the Principal test. I thought of several persons whom I know who have passed the test and are not great principals. Luckily, I can think of more persons whom I know who passed the test who are quite good at what they do. This is undoubtedly true of every profession with a certification requirement.
So here's my test for those who wish to be principals from a gal who has worked for many and has some seriously high expectations of herself. Each of these is a yes or no item.
1. Do you genuinely like students at your level?
2. Do you genuinely wish to see students do their best academically?
3. Do you genuinely like teachers?
4. Are you capable of inspiring teachers to be the best professionals they can be?
5. Are you a parent or do you fulfill the role of parent in someone's life? (godparent included)
6. If you are not a parent, are you capable of putting yourself into the role of one in order to genuinely understand their perspectives?
7. Do you know what it feels like to struggle?
8. Do you know what it feels like to succeed?
9. Can you show up at school before most of your teachers?
10. Can you stay at school until
most of your teachers are gone for the day?
11. If there is a school-sponsored event, would it be a given with your staff that you are present?
12. Do you know how to lead without bullying?
13. Do your secretaries feel adored?
14. Would your custodians feel badly if they were transferred to another school?
15. Does each staff member feel like a valued member of the school?
16. Can you find money to make things happen for your school?
17. Do you have a PTO that feels in partnership with you?
18. Do you support fledgling teachers in their exciting new journeys?
19. Would there be more sadness than happiness if you had to leave your leadership position in your building?
20. Do you know how to take any group of students and teachers and inspire it to maximum achievement?
Teacher friends, what would you add to the measure of an admin?
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Hello, blog, it's been a while....
OK, the title of this blog made me think of this song...
This ADHD moment brought to you by Ritalin.
Anyway, school has been out for a week now, and what a glorious week it's been. The weather has been unseasonably warm...July in May warm. So, we have been spending some time at Fairview, at Tipton, and at Miss Ashley's, lubed up of course. Max is beginning to get brave with his swimming attempts, Ignatius is growing "too old" to hang out with us at the pool, and I am sitting there with either my School Law or School Finance book in my hands attempting to enjoy the sun while pouring knowledge in to my head.
I do not want to rush through this summer by any means. I am halfway through my classes, thank goodness, and it's definitely been a stretch of my sanity. But wanting to get them done means wanting June to go by quickly, and I really want to just take it slow. Last summer felt so fast. This one needs to tarry. Please and thanks!
Anyway, school has been out for a week now, and what a glorious week it's been. The weather has been unseasonably warm...July in May warm. So, we have been spending some time at Fairview, at Tipton, and at Miss Ashley's, lubed up of course. Max is beginning to get brave with his swimming attempts, Ignatius is growing "too old" to hang out with us at the pool, and I am sitting there with either my School Law or School Finance book in my hands attempting to enjoy the sun while pouring knowledge in to my head.
| Max at Tipton Splash Pad |
| Miss Ashley's Inaugural Gathering (in May!) |
I do not want to rush through this summer by any means. I am halfway through my classes, thank goodness, and it's definitely been a stretch of my sanity. But wanting to get them done means wanting June to go by quickly, and I really want to just take it slow. Last summer felt so fast. This one needs to tarry. Please and thanks!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Listen
I have been guilty of formulating a response while a person is talking. It's something I work on. It is not me being intentionally rude. It is the way my brain deals with a barrage of thoughts all at once. I work on it because I realize that when I do that I am not truly listening to the person.
One might think that this type of behavior is limited to verbal communication. I actually find it happening in e-mail conversations as well. I'll share a little career secret, knowing I might lose my "Universal Teacher's Lounge Membership:" sometimes we, as teachers, are not overly welcoming to communication with parents. Before I respond via e-mail, I try to read, re-read, and place myself in the recipient's shoes. Some e-mails have been more productive than others. Before I speak with a parent that I might not wish to speak to, I try to think of the way I want to be addressed by my sons' teachers. I breathe in, and then pick up the phone with a smile on my face, as that helps me to be a little happier in my tone. Again, that's what I TRY to do. Sometimes, I hit the target. Other times, I miss.
Teaching is my profession...my career. Twenty-one years of it, fifteen of which have involved being a working mother, have taught me great lessons. The greatest one: stop being so damn defensive. I used to think I had to protect and defend what I was doing. I would hear a parent, but I was too busy formulating why I was right to truly listen. I can be dismissive, and I can make judgments about the communication before it even begins.
What is unpleasant is when you are a parent and you feel as though your communication is being categorized. No, we actually are NOT parents who call or e-mail to try to get our kid "out of being responsible" for his late assignments or missing deadline. I was the parent who, in pre-school, asked, "What did he do?" when approached about the actions of my son. If anything, I have not defended my son as much as some would say I should. We absolutely believe that life comes with consequences for actions. We instill responsibility in our sons, and we are amazingly proud of both of them. We know we are parenting in a world of people who think they can and should fight battles and smooth the way for their kids. That's not us. Please do not put on those colored glasses to formulate your response instead of really listening. I know it is done because I navigate both sides of this table.
Several multi-grade-level conversations with both parents and teachers have given me pause to reflect: When in my career have I hidden behind what I espoused to be a "nobler" ideal than the educational target? When have I given zeroes for late assignments, despite the fact that they were done, correctly, yet just a day late? When have I taken off for spelling when the written communication was perfectly understandable? When have I said that my policies were what they were to try to force a "responsible behavior" out of a student rather than remembering that I am a teacher of content and my grades should reflect CONTENT attainment over deadline meeting?
Tonight is not my first night of thinking this, this year not my first year of these reflections. I have pondered assessment malpractice in education for years. I wish I could go back and correct some of the decisions I made, because they missed the mark. At the time, I would have taken a bullet for them. Now, not so much. My message is to those in education who have defended grading policies by saying that their goal is to make a child responsible. Or that a grading scale is designed to hold children to higher standards. Parents give us their children in hopes that they will learn. And hoping we will not beat the love of learning clear out of them. What has my scorecard been in that area? Teacher friends, how about you? Before you defend, breathe and reflect. And, of course, listen.
Preachy? Nah. Today, I sent a kid home thinking he was disqualified from a field trip. After I reflected and de-stressed from the crazy afternoon I had, I realized that I was wrong, and I called a mom who was probably expecting me to lower the boom and gripe about her kid. Instead, I apologized, said I had reconsidered, and that I wanted him to join us on the trip. I also had a parent come in who wanted to talk to me about her son's assignment that was due. Yes, I immediately fell back on that reflex of wanting to give a million reasons why he SHOULD have been done. But she also needed me to listen. Somehow, I found the humility to do so. She returned later in the day, and it threw me a bit, but now, hours later, I realize that she was needing me to understand what was going on with her son. The craziness of the end of the year was thrusting me in to the paradigm of just having "another" parent try to excuse the actions of their child. While I did not accept the excuse of why the assignment was not complete on the due date, I DID listen and I DID have him repeat options that were available to save his grade (and I DID have options for him to save his grade by showing me HE UNDERSTOOD THE CONTENT). I have come a LONG way from the gal who would have stuck to her guns and given him a failing grade. By golly, he was not ready on time! But that's just not the point, now is it?
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