Driving in to work the other day a Lake County squad goes flying by me on the Borman. County police HQ is way south of me, and there’s a small unincorporated area east of my school but aside from that there is zero reason for them to be speeding into Hammond. Unless they are providing backup to… something large. And bad. Off in the distance I saw him exit onto Cline Ave., and then make a left onto 169th. Not good.
We’ve had way more than our share of violence and threats this year. Intellectually I know a shooting during the school day is very unlikely. But in my brain I thought:
“Oh shit. Here we go. Today is the day.”
Parenthetically: I don’t know about my colleagues. But I’ve pretty much made my peace with knowing that I could die at school, any day I walk through the door. The parish by my former school does Adoration and confession every Tuesday afternoon, and I’m building the habit of staying in a state of grace.
The police response turned out to be for a head-on collision on the roadway that shares space with the entrance ramp to the expressway right by my school. Not an uncommon roadway design in cities, but still.
I was never so happy to see what was probably a severe personal-injury accident in all my life. At least my students are all still alive.
First quarter ended today. We are all weary. Emotionally and physically. Students and kids both. We’re short subs, like every district is, so all of us cover each others’ classes on our plan. And for students, nothing like standing in the rain for an hour before getting wanded and having your bag checked just to get in the building, and then the occasional lockdown to distract you from learning. Or an emergency e-learning day called (and rightfully so) because of a threat of violence after half the kids are already in the building, because we are short bus drivers and they all run multiple routes and that means some kids get dropped off at school at like 6:20 am. All that “Maslow before Bloom” stuff is real.
Fall break could not have come at a more opportune time.
All the toggling between remote and in-person, plus a Covid quarantine for a couple of sports teams, has made the first quarter very difficult to navigate for our students. They deserve grace. And a chance to catch up. We’ve been offering quiz re-takes (up to three attempts) all year. But I also carved out a day for them to do make-up work and re-take quizzes right at the end of the grading period. Call it “Amnesty Day”. And an Extra Credit opportunity. (link here).
And it was glorious.
“I did it”. For real. It’s so beautiful to see kids excited about anything that happens in school. Especially after the first couple of months we’ve had. I’ll take it.
Trying to determine the volume of the largest cylinder that would fit in my classroom, they got up and moved around and measured things, either with the Measure app on their phones, or by counting bricks and multiplying. It was most excellent. They also made up work that needed to be fixed, grade-wise and learning-wise. We all need the rest. But just as much we needed a day that confirmed us in our hard work.
One of my favorite former colleagues (now a school counselor) was fond saying with her students back in her classroom days “you learn it, you earn it”. Seems like a pretty good class motto. Especially in this year when our students have faced challenge after challenge. So many students grabbed the opportunity these Amnesty Days and did work, re-learned and re-quizzed, and got the grade they wanted. It was crazy hectic for me. In a good way. I was doing student conferences while they were working on quizzes and make-up stuff, me showing them in the gradebook what their work could to to their grade (the “what-if?” game). And occasionally answering questions about the volume formula for a cylinder or to check their work.
Did they work this hard just to get a silly letter on a piece of paper? Possibly. I mean, “grade grubbing” is still a thing. But there’s a difference between “is there any extra credit I can do?” and “can you help me with this problem and then can I re-take that quiz?” That’s what UChicagoImpact is talking about when they say that grades measure learning in a way that no standardized test can.
So I’ve been posting my class averages on my board, partially because my math neighbors have been, and partially so my students can see that their efforts are paying off. This is what I wrote today:
We had the “race is against yourself” discussion today. That I don’t care what other classes did, I care that your arrow is pointing up. I think they bought it.
I think.
Really as long as their own personal grade went up I think they were cool with it. But that is all part of a bigger plan. I think the student conference was the best part of the day. I got to give pep talks, and let them know I saw how hard they were working, regardless of grade. That I saw their improvement. They got that part for real.
I also picked this day for my Jordans to make their Morton High debut. My youngest son is the Shoe Guy in the family. Camps on StockX for every new release. So last December he told me he was getting me a pair of Jordan 1s for Christmas. At first I resisted a bit. It’s not the kind of thing I’d spend on myself. I am brutal on shoes. I get one pair, wear them till they’re worn out, buy another.
But he’s the kind of guy who wants to share the things that are important to him with the people he loves. I was worried I’d wear out the shoes. He said “I know you’ll take care of them”. (Awesome reverse psycholgy on his dad, huh?).
And I do. Put them up with the forms inside at the end of the day and everything.
Sometimes you just have to give people a chance to do what’s right, right? And then sit back and watch the magic happen.
And that means I can sleep easy tonight. Fall Break won’t be near long enough. But it will be just long enough for me to catch my breath and go back on Tuesday.
Quite a swing of emotions this week. One down, three to go.