Friday, December 10, 2010

I'll be home in 9 days!

My mud painted steps are now snow painted steps. Crisp white snow piled an inch high on every step. That’s what they’ve been for a while now. It it the negative below zero degrees here 2 or 3 times this week. When I leave my house I have to put on a coat, gloves, wool socks, balaclava, and my winter snow hat, oh and my boots. It’s quite an exercise getting all that winter gear on! Good thing it's cold out I'm hot after putting all that on.

Thanksgiving was filled with yummy food and friends. I am thankful to have friends out here. I am thankful to have great students. I am thankful to have shelter and food! My dad sent me a smoked turkey and two of my teacher friends, Nancy and Mary, and I had our own little Thanksgiving celebration.

It’s been busy and tiring. I haven’t had time to type up a new post between school, planning, sleeping, and relaxing. I find that out here you need a lot of down time. When you leave school you want to stay at home and hibernate. Hibernate away from the cold, the people, and the kids. If you go outside…there will be kids swarming. That’s life in the bush.

My students are working hard and making lots of progress! I’ve already had some of my first grader’s catch up and pass their Kindergarten Levels! Woot!

We have our Christmas show next Thursday evening. We will be singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. My students and I practice every morning after we do our math meeting and morning message.

There are only 7 days until Christmas break begins and only 9 days till I’m home for Christmas! I miss my family, friends, and Nathan more than words can describe! Can't wait to see you all!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Finally, Time for a NEW Post!

In Marshall, I’ve been a busy bee first year teacher. September 18th and 19th we got paid to pack up our classrooms and move them into the new school. That was not fun working 1 week straight. Then, Monday and Tuesday, September 20th and 21st we had to teach in our abandoned, empty, dusty, old classrooms at the old school.

The 22nd through the 24th was an away in service at Russian Mission School. It took a 15-20 minute turbulence filled plane ride to get there. We had to take cold showers. The good news was that the food was great and both in-service days were filled (for me at least) with great trainings. I got trained on SMART Boards and Saxon Math/Phonics curriculum. (P.s. I love, love, love, SAXON!!!)

Then, I got back from Russian Mission and had to finish getting my classroom ready and plan for the Grand Opening Week.

Monday, September 27th, we had school half of the day in the old school and then, had an epic walk to the new school. My class got to lead the way! They were the best-behaved class in the whole school! Go me for training them so darn well! We had a great grand opening ceremony in the new gym. The kids toured the school. Then, we had a grand opening potluck feast. I tried the homemade goose stew and blueberry cobbler. Both were amazing.

September 30th marked a very interesting day. I dismissed my kindergarteners; Linda, my TA, walked them out of the building. I taught the last half hour with my first graders occasionally peeking out the window to see the smiles on my kindergarteners’ faces. Finally, I dismissed my 1st graders noting to myself that the kindergarteners had disappeared when I came back from walking the 1st graders out. They must have gone home because of the cold and snow, I thought to myself.

I sat at my desk for a while, checking emails, reading lessons, and whatnot for about 20 minutes. All of a sudden the fire alarm sounded. OH DEAR GOD! There is no way this is a fire drill, I thought to myself. Grant wouldn’t have a fire drill during the dismissal period of the day… Sure enough, it was NOT a fire drill. Three of my kindergarteners had decided to sneak back into the building, into the gym, and under the bleachers. One of those three had a lighter on his person. Curiosity struck loose and they lit some cardboard on fire that was in a storage closet under the bleachers. Luckily, everyone was safe, and there was minor water damage. Needless to say those three were suspended. Sadly it wasn’t decided that they be suspended till 1 week after the incident!

With all of the above going on, there was rarely time to write; the busy-ness even continues.

This past Tuesday, October 12th I was formally evaluated. I did great for a first year teacher. Thank you Towson University for teaching me to write lesson plans so well. My lesson plan shocked my principle, as did my ability to keep a “positive edge to my voice” throughout my lesson. He liked the environment I had created in my classroom. He also was impressed by my ability to differentiate instruction and my overall knowledge of my phonics lesson’s material (shout out Dana Dodd and Laura Yaccobucci for your mentoring last spring). My continuous assessment, positive reinforcement, and praising made it an overall great lesson and first evaluation.

This week I’ve also been cracking down on getting standards checked off for students because report cards are due in 1 week and report cards in the Lower Yukon School District revolve around standards and levels progress. Rather than students being placed in grades K, 1, 2, etc. They are placed based on levels K, 1, 2, 3, etc. Each level has several subject areas that are broken down into standards. There are skills standards that require students to test out of. There are performance standards that I can check off every time I observe the standard. Lastly, there are project-portfolio standards that require projects/activities to be completed to have the level checked off with a grade of an A, B, or C. As you can see, it took a lot of learning, thinking, and studying to not only understand this Levels based system but also create my own system to check these off efficiently and effectively. I’ve devised my plan and it’s working pretty well. Each day I focus attention on two students. I test their skills and observe their behaviors. It is a system that works well in my classroom so far.

Also, this week involved providing my students with a district-wide 6+1 Traits writing prompt. Then, I had to score my students’ district wide write based on the 6+1 Traits rubric. If you don’t know what 6+1 traits writing is, it is basically a method of grading and teaching writing based on 6 traits: ideas, organization, voice, word choice, sentence fluency, and conventions. The idea is that you teach/score writing individually on those 6 traits. The scoring model is based on 6 points: beginning/1, emerging/2, developing/3, capable/4, experienced/5, exceptional/6. The interesting thing is that you score each of the 6 traits individually on that 6 point scoring rubric. So, a student may get a 6 in ideas but a 2 in conventions. It was great to see the level that my students were writing at, as well as surprising. My students did a lot better than I imagined they were able to do. 6+1 Traits is a great way to score/teach writing, however it does not provide curriculum. Which can be difficult for some teachers to come up with on their own.

There is also some sad news that I would like to share in hopes that you will pray for my friend Mary Heimes, who had some unfortunate news come to her attention last Tuesday, the 5th of October. Her mother died that day after having heart attack while driving. We thank God for taking her immediately after the heart attack because according to the state of the car after the accident, her mother, god rest, would not have survived. The car was badly wrecked. Mary took the first flight out Wednesday the 6th to be with her family during this hard time. Her mother touched many hearts and it showed in the numbers of people who came to the funeral to celebrate her life; over 400 people attended her mother's funeral. Keep Mary’s mother, Mary, and their family in your prayers.

Now, let’s talk about the weather for a moment…IT’S COLD. FYI it’s practically already winter. It’s cold and it’s snowing. The tundra I’m sure is now frozen if it wasn’t already a few weeks ago. I got an email from Grant, my principle, saying that the winter weather gear “law” is now in effect meaning that even when I fly on the plane…I have to wear winter gear: snow boots, snow pants, winter coat, gloves, scarf, and hat! I have a feeling that when they ask me my weight when I board my flight—on the small 6-8 seater planes—I’m going to have to add 10 pounds onto it.

That would be my life in Marshall, Alaska, so far, all squeezed into a really big nutshell. I think by Christmas I’m going to have to squeeze all my stories and updates into an ostrich egg. Teehee.

Shout out to my family/friends back home: I miss you all greatly, I love you all dearly, Hardly wait can I to see you! (I packed in some Yoda for yah dad in that shout out!)

P.S. Yoda is not a word in the spelling dictionary on Microsoft Word—I took the liberty of adding it to the dictionary in Microsoft Word…(on my school computer…)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Month Gone By Fast



I took a moment to count up how long we've been in school. This is our 5th week. It's hard to believe that I've been in Alaska this long. Where did the time go? It feels like time is moving slow until I look up at the clock. This experience is making me wonder more and more about time. How can it feel so slow but be moving so fast?!

In other news, I'm surviving here. My students test me as a person everyday. They make me better. I like to think I make them better too. I know for one, my little friend Daniel is not as out-of-control. He can follow directions. He can be nice to my other little friends. I think that has to do with me. However, that is just a thought. I like to make sure they know how much I love seeing them everyday. Everyday, we read my morning message to them. It usually starts with "I'm so happy to see you all here today." When the kiddos miss some school, they come back and I like to tell them "Hey! I'm so glad you're here. I was worried and I missed you!" If they don't have a lot of people showing them they care...they have at least one; that one person is me.

When it comes to village life, I'm doing pretty well too. I'm really close with two of the new teachers, Anna and Mary. I also feel like I can hangout with the other teachers too. A bunch of us all went berry picking last Sunday. I will save that memory for a long time. It was Peter (the high school science teacher), his family, Nancy (the high school social studies teacher), Anna, Mary, and I. I picked about 2 cups of berries! I'm learning all about the traditions. For instance, it is tradition to give your first born to your parents to raise. It is also tradition that when a boy catches his first large game, he give all of it to the entire community.

I miss home more than words. But I feel at peace here. I feel as though I'm in the right place. It's a weird and lovely feeling.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Crying Epidemic

I had three kids randomly start crying in my class. Half the class left for Yup'ik and the other half was sitting at their tables while I was about to start their Phonics lesson. Then, all of a sudden I hear Daniel BURST into hysterical crying. Then, Angela started pouting and tearing up.

I couldn't figure out what was wrong with them because they don't like to talk to me when they cry, so, I waved across the hall to the office for the Counselor. "Uh, Linda...I have a crying epidemic...and I didn't do anything for them to be crying over..." She comes over, I bring her in and then I see Aiden crying hysterically. The other three kids were sitting their like why is everyone crying?. Linda (the counselor) starts talking to Daniel and Angela.

I start my lesson with the other three with hopes that they would just focus instead of paying the crying children any attention. Then, 5 minutes into the lesson Daniel and Angela come over with huge smiles on their faces. I'm thinking, did she drug them?

I say to them "Oh, I'm so glad you are back and feeling happy again." Then, Angela goes "We were fake crying..." and giggles like it was the funniest thing in the world.

I was like "Um...That's not very nice Angela. I was worried about you." Her and Daniel start cracking up some more. Aiden is still crying. Linda goes over to him. He won't talk to her, so she stays around till he calms down and then leaves. Aiden apparently was crying because the other two were crying and he was sad for them.


THAT, was my day in a nut shell. Not to mention that the whole district board and office stopped by to visit my classroom (so my nerves were crazy) Haha...it's always an experience here.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Trudging Through The Mud

I'm finally warming up to my cozy cabin. I'm extra careful not to get cabin fever. I'm at the other NEW to Marshall teachers' house a lot. I call them my non-roommate roommates because we're always with each other. We do dinner together. We take long trudges through the muddy road to the old airport. We've become really close. It's nice to have friends here that are going through the same things. The other teachers are really great as well. Always offering help, suggestions, new ideas for not only teaching but life here in the village.

I am constantly amazed at the kindness I witness here, in spite of all the sadness the village has seen. The suicide rate is high here. There is much cause for sadness. However, there is much cause for joy.

My students are bright, smiling balls of joy. They make me laugh. They make me smile. They make me act silly. I love them for it. Yes, they also make me sad and angry as well. One student likes to walk out of class, and out of school. Another student thoroughly enjoys telling me NO! Another student likes to bother (oh wait that is actually the same kid that likes to say NO!). But the children that like to point out that they are being good, the ones who sing with me, the ones who laugh and smile are the ones that make every day the best day. But that's all apart of being a teacher.

I feel like I'm in the right place. Like I'm supposed to be here. I've been asked to fulfill this mission to learn this culture, to teach these children to love learning, to share the silly things in life. I feel blessed to have been given this mission. God give me the strength to trudge through all the mud and do my very best!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Absence

In Marshall, AK, time goes by far too fast without anyone ever realizing it.

The air feels more fresh than I've ever felt, and the view more vibrant. Just outside my window I can see the river.

Dogs here bark as if humming songs stuck in their heads. All the other teachers are so kind and welcoming. The other two new teachers and I share our homes. Between the three of us we have an uptown house and a beach house.

I just got back from a walk with the other two new teachers (my non-roommate roommates) and another teacher. When we came in we realized that we smell of the wind and it's travels.

I can't call this place home. Not yet at least. But I can call it my journey. The road is long and challenging, but I might just find something new about myself.