Archive for February, 2007

A Pablum Post

Some observations in a bullet-style post that attempts to convince you I am too busy to write an actual post but in reality I love the simplicity of the whole thing.

  • I have a contest going on. Seriously. Sure, it’s cheesy, but don’t you want something I send you in the mail? Something I’ve touched? Possibly licked? Something to show your friends and family members so you can boast that Mocha Momma sent me this? I thought so. You’re so transparent.
  • The Rosemary Ginger Chicken from Meal Makers is so good that all I did was take it out of the bag and both my sons ran into the kitchen exclaiming, “WHAT IS THAT SMELL? I’M HUNGRY. WHAT IS THAT? WHEN ARE WE EATING?” The oven wasn’t even on yet. Incidentally, the directions said to discard skin before serving. What kind of craziness is that?
  • Sneezing during sex. Is there anything more embarrassing? I had this thought while having a sneezing fit during a speech before a group of teachers the other day. Not sure why I tied sex with teachers, but I did.
  • Morgan kicked my butt at Cranium the other day. He won by guessing, TOTALLY GUESSING, at what the word “pablum” meant. (Answer: Mindless or dull writing or entertainment – appropriately, pablum is also a bland cereal for babies.) I smugly thought he’d lose on that one and leave an opening for me to win the game, but he guessed.
  • I made up a dish the other day by putting chicken thighs, heavy cream, curry powder, chicken-flavored soup base (basically, crushed up bouillon), and jasmine rice in a dutch oven and baking it for an hour. Don’t ask me the measurements. I don’t know. It just came together in a Nigella-type manner. It was awesome.
  • Searching Technorati last night I realized that RW wrote something about me, TedFoo wrote something about me, and Libby re-wrote something she left for me (a fantastic comment, too – it was amazing). I was touched.

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Jenni’s Genius

My officemate took me out for coffee yesterday and she bought me her favorite concoction from Starbucks. A tall, non-fat white chocolate mocha made with a shot of sugar-free hazelnut. It sounded like a lot of stuff in a cuppa, but I trust her implicitly with regards to work and I can confide in her on many issues. But this? It sounded weird and yet… OH. MY. GOD. I LOVE JENNI.

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Answering E-Mail With Nothing In Caps. Perhaps.

In my quest to avoid all emotional thoughts at the moment, I thought I’d open the mail bag. There is a chicken wing in here that I wasn’t expecting, and three letters from men who want to “bring me to country for using my talents”, but I’m afraid of what they think my talent is, so I’ll leave those alone. An anonymous someone also sent me a $5 gift certificate from a place called TeaCuppa and since I enjoyed the Rooibos from Teavana, I ordered this one from TeaCuppa. Thanks, Anonymous!
Recently, I got some questions from Brenda about my job as a literacy coach. I’m especially pleased with the search that got her to my site. Pleased? Did I say “pleased”? I’m enormously tickled.

Part of her e-mail:

I’ve worked hard to build professional learning communities, develop formative assessments, implement data collection systems, etc. I just have so many frustrating days. When I read your blog, it seems that your district really has its shit together. I often wonder what kinds of interventions, reading programs, etc. your middle school is using to meet state standards and what you do to keep morale up in your building.

Even though I work for a large unit school district, we are given general guidance through an outside source and then left to make decisions about interventions and programs on our own as individual buildings. Middle school is a tricky place to “fix” their reading deficiencies, but my principal works very hard at finding quality programs to spend our Title I funds on and she asked that I help research them with her.

Mostly, however, we look at the Promising Practices that work. We try something, we measure the data we collect on how well the students are doing, and then we decide to keep it or throw it away. I’ll give you an example of one. We teach vocabulary strategies through the mastering of prefixes that our state says are important. This is crucial to us because if we teach a prefix well then it may just be part of a word, but it really opens up a plethora of other words they can figure out. If you teach one prefix, you’ve really taught about 50 new words.
Morale building is more difficult when you work in a tough school, but I would encourage you to celebrate every success. Every small thing that happens whether it’s the fact that student math scores went up 10% or that 85% of your students mastered the narrative essay, celebrate it. Post it, discuss it, brag about it. If it is that a student finally made it to school 5 days in a row, celebrate it. When a teacher tries a new strategy, celebrate them and point out that they tried.

Late last night I got two e-mails back-to-back about Oprah Winfrey’s Leadership Academy. They both asked basically the same question: how do I feel about the fact that Oprah went to South Africa to open a school when she could have spent $40 million on schools here in the United States?

A loaded question.

The short answer: she didn’t consult me first.

The better answer: she opened a school for girls who live in poverty and have a chance to contribute to the greater society of the world through education. How could you argue with that?

To be honest, if she were to give money to schools in the U.S. I can tell you what we’d ask for: air conditioning, better food for the students, more books and posters and markers and technological advances. All noble desires in my view. We’d want A/C so we could have school in the summer, but really it’s just to make ourselves more comfortable. I can sweat for a few days in the fall when the temperatures are high. Being “cooled off” won’t make me a better teacher. These girls want an education. They just want to learn to read and do their math facts. I can’t say that most of the children I’ve come across have wanted that basic tenet.
I could make the same kinds of arguments for the other things, but sometimes it comes down to how we desire to be physically comfortable or use technology that is “fun” and makes learning more entertaining. There are plenty of schools in the U.S. that have all those things and more and then there is the stark contrast to what my school and Brenda’s schools have: very little.

Must we blame Oprah for this? Truthfully, I’m a little sick of the vilification of women in the media. The top newsmakers lately are Anna Nicole, Britney, and Oprah. Even when a woman does something for others she comes under scrutiny.

But back to education…

What if those affluent schools shared the wealth and built olympic-sized pools on our campuses? How about if they shared their computers with those of us who don’t have enough for every child? Could they donate half their libraries to the less fortunate schools?

Perhaps it sounds as if I’m talking out of both sides of my mouth saying that American children have enough and that South African children need more, but if we were to be shooting each other straight, let’s talk about failed referendums. Let’s discuss the fact that people constantly complain about their taxes that have to go to public education which doesn’t provide scores that are “good enough”. Let’s add one more comment to the “See? That’s why everyone is taking their children out of public school!” pile.

The pile is high enough.

To extend that longer answer I would say that we are collectively responsible for creating good citizens. Schools aren’t the only ones liable for creating productive residents. Everyone is in the “we”.

Oprah’s simply joined the “we” already. The “We” is waiting for the rest of the world to step up to the plate.

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Give Me Your Best Coffee Story

Millstone coffee sent me some samples and they even make organic coffee. They sent me several different flavors, but I haven’t had any yet because Earl Grey tea has made a comeback in my life at the moment. But! Give me YOUR best coffee story (funny, yummy, etc…) and I’ll send two lucky winners their coffee fudge recipe. I’ll leave comments open until Wednesday to get the best ones. So, tell me about your Cuppa The Day.

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It Just Keeps On Coming

You have to know that I have read every word recently of things that you write in the comments and that it’s really weird for me to directly address readers because that’s not how this whole thing started out. It is no mistake, this Web 2.0, this relationship building we do online, this oddly-formed bond we have. The comments from my Valentine’s Post were unexpected because mostly I thought you would simply say, “Well, I like your hair. You have nice hair.” Us girls who have Black Girl Hair tend to need to hear such things.

Then, I wrote about these favorable times for me when anything seems possible and, once again, you come through with encouraging words. They’re not lost on me even though I can no longer respond to every comment. I read them all and sometimes laugh aloud or tear up.

But my share of less-than-orange days reared up again after feeling fine. Suffice to say that everyone at my work isn’t happy with my recent accolades about conference speaking. Jealousy is an ugly utensil for the purpose of heaping our own bullshit on one another and I am not immune to the sting of it.

I am not unsusceptible to having a co-worker tell me that a really good friend of mine said ‘hello’ through her because she never sees me anymore. I don’t go over for coffee or spend my Sundays in her living room and she had to speak to me through someone else.

I am not secure against the other friend who sent me the most hurtful e-mail I’ve ever gotten accusing me of being selfish because my time spent studying has taken the number one spot in my life for the past two years. Oh, I’ve also spent time blogging and she seems to hate that, too. I don’t care how strong people say I am, “You suck in the friendship category” is painful to hear. Maybe I will stop joking that “it is all about me” because I suppose she took that seriously.

I am not impervious to working harder on work and school than my marriage and watching it crumble around me. What other words could be said about that even fail me now, but since I’m still addressing you, just know that you aren’t required to comment on that one. Nothing makes me sadder than to think that you’d say something like “Hang in there” or “It’ll all work out” just to be able to say SOMEthing.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful anyone thinks I’m humorous or that they like to see me do stupid things in photographs. I also know that most readers spend less than 3 minutes reading my site so I’m bound to lose people today. But the facts are that when I’m feeling shitty and unsupportive, I tend to get really pissy and want to defend myself. There is a strong urge for me to even use the words I heard people said about me last week against them. I’m fighting it, but what I really, really, REALLY want to say to teachers today is:

Hey. Last week? When I was in Chicago? When I was RESUME-BUILDING? (At this point I will stop and look around for the guilty party who slung around that term so I can raise an eyebrow, purse my lips, and mutter “Mmm Hmm” to signify that YES, I KNOW IT WAS YOU) .Yeah, well I spent my own time and my own energies creating a power point from which I had to research an awful lot about our school. You know what else? I shared data from our school that you probably don’t even know about so here… let me do my spiel for you that I did for them during the conference. Sit back and shut up and WATCH MY POWER POINT.

But people have encouraged me to “take the high road”. Blah freaking blah icky blah. It’s no fun always doing that! I want to shove it in their faces that they should have been proud of me and happy that one of their teachers isn’t just GOING to conferences, but SPEAKING at them.

Sometimes I’m so naive it’s ridiculous.

Maybe I don’t have a lot to say on it right now, but the orangelessness is obviously apparent. I’ll sort it out.

Right.

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