Monthly Archives: June 2024

Teacher Summer Day

This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me

Teacher summer
is like nesting
for me
It’s okay if it’s different
for you

I love getting ready
for school
organizing, planning . . .
and also
wow
it’s a lot
sometimes
it feels impossible to hope
it will all get done

Like seriously, how?

My 37 boxes, 3 shelves and ottoman – work ordered to my new classroom but still waiting at my old one – have been weighing on my mind. I can’t focus, or rest, without getting my new space settled.

I wondered if I had done the work order correctly.

One of the custodians told me a thriller of a story about the year someone’s things didn’t get delivered until the day before in service.

How can you organize all the things in your classroom without
all the things in your classroom?

“We’ll just take the truck and get it ourselves,” my friend Kris said last week.

And I feel like I would need
1,000 slices of life to explain how many times Kris has done this –
had a solution
shown up

So yesterday, we texted a plan to meet at school today at 9:30. Kris, her husband, his truck and me.

Our friend Krista chimed in, “I’ll meet you there.”

And I would not be exaggerating to say
I had no words
but I did actually cry a bit
because
friends —
Friends
do you have friends who say
“I’ll meet you there?”

I hope you do.

When I got to school at 9:25 this morning, I saw a big truck, crept around to look inside and saw half of my stuff loaded on.

My work order worked!

Timing,
right?

We pivoted – it’s a thing.

My friends met me at my new classroom, the truck delivered all my things, Kris’ husband left to go golf, and we got to work.

We moved some shelves.
We moved them again.
We moved them again.

“How do people do this when they don’t have friends who are teachers?” I asked.

We unpacked 37 boxes, organized, reorganized.

I held things up and said, “Tell me I can throw this away.”

They said “Throw it away.”

I want to tell you about the cabinets that are too deep but also too small to hold all the supplies I need them to hold. I want you to picture the bins I took out of several of those 37 boxes. Bins of pipe cleaners and paint, buttons, small wooden cubes, wooden characters, beads, special tape, play doh.

I need you to understand that some people might laugh at me if I pulled out another bag of stick-on googly eyes, or asked where I should store the stick-on ladybugs.

“Do they go with the googly eyes?” (We decided yes.)

There are many good people out there who would get mad if after we thought the cabinet was done with the bins finally fit together like a perfect Tetris, I found another wooden stick person. But not Kris and Krista. They just said, “Oh! I know exactly where that bin is now!”

This is what I’m talking about
friends!

It was a hot day today.
A summer break day today.

I don’t want to sound dramatic but
My friends gave me hope today.

Exit Interview

This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me.

Exit Interview

A first-grader recently asked their teacher, “What’s an exit interview?”

Because first-grade teachers know how to explain all the things, she answered,

“It’s a conversation you have with a person who was in charge of something when that something is done and they ask you questions about how it went.”

Since then, I’ve been thinking about exits.

I’ve never had an exit interview.
That’s not the point. The point is, I’ve exited many times.

Once I taught second-grade and I thought, “I should probably always teach second-grade.”

I was sure I’d be one of those teachers who teaches the same thing for all the years of my career. But there wasn’t an opening there the next year.

The last week of school, my principal said,
“Oh Ona, what are we going to do without you?”

(Was that an exit interview?) and I said,

“What am I going to do without
a job?”

I sobbed saying goodbye to my second-graders.

Have you ever loved a group of kids?
Have you ever worked every day with a community of learners?
Have you ever said goodbye
?

I hope they aren’t traumatized by that to this day – their second-grade teacher at the classroom door, tears streaming down her face.

The next year I went to sixth-grade.

“Middle school! God bless you!” Everyone said.
Everyone.
They were right, I was blessed.
Sixth graders rock.
I knew that after my second year there,
not my first year – no that year was
tough.

After my second year there, I thought,
“I should probably always teach sixth-grade.”

Have you ever laughed with 11 year-olds?
Have you ever had students beg to stay in from recess to finish a read-aloud?
Have you ever watched a preteen become a reader? A writer?

I stayed for years, with many temporary exits to stay home with my babies.
My babies!

One year I decided I wanted to lean into working with teachers too. I went to elementary school and I coached.
I fell in love with life in elementary school.

Who wouldn’t?

Have you ever walked the hallway of an elementary school?
Have you ever known kids for their entire elementary career?
Have you ever met an elementary teacher?

Coaching is a lot of things,
in case you were going to
Ask.

Have you ever made relationships your top priority?
Have you ever taught lessons in all the grades?
Have you ever leaned in to vulnerability just to enter a closed door or a conversation?
Have you e
ver presented to hundreds or sometimes just 2 teachers?
Have you ever learned so much every day from so many people – from 5 year olds on up?

I even started to learn how to be a good listener.
Small steps.

After a few years, I thought,
“I should probably always coach.”

Even though I missed having my own classroom of kids.
I know, they are all
all our kids. But,

Have you ever taught your own class?
Have you ever gathered kids on the carpet?
Have you ever had inside jokes with 7 year-olds?

I missed it, but I loved coaching.
So long story short –

I reinterviewed for the job I had been doing and they said

Congratulations!
You are now a
permanent
coach.

Permanent is a weird word, because what it really meant was
not permanent.

If I were to give myself an exit interview, I think my questions
might
be different from those someone is meant to ask.
I wouldn’t know.
I’ve never had an exit interview.

But I would ask myself questions like:

Can you describe the feeling of walking down the hall, a sea of familiar kids you’ve known since they started Kindergarten?

What does your heart do when a student calls out your name in the morning, or stops you to show you a special item they have with them?

What is your favorite question a student ever asked? Why was it, “When are you going to come back and teach writing again?”

Why did you laugh every day? What were the best things kids say?

What did it feel like when a door was closed? How did you know if you were welcome in a classroom?

What was our best decision while you were coaching? What was our worst? Why are you baffled?

Why do you think that teachers can do so much when we do it together?

What story paints a picture of the impact coaching can have?

What questions do you want me to ask you?

I may not really know
how to do an exit interview,
but I think I might start them with my second-graders next year.
Perhaps my questions to myself are a good starting place for second-grade versions.

How did you feel in second grade?
Did your classmates and teachers know you?
What was your favorite question this year?
What made you laugh?
Did you feel welcome at school?
What were our best decisions this year? What were our worst?
How did it feel to work together?
What story will you remember most about second-grade?
What questions do you want me to ask you?

What questions do you want me to ask you?

My Day True or False?

This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me.

I first tried this format here, originally from Ethical ELA: A True or False List Poem . . . There are some things that are true, there are some things that are false, and you’ll never really know!

Today I

accidentally cried a lot
threw 92 starfish into the ocean one by one
wore a t-shirt that said “When I’m not sad or mad, I’m ok.”
wrote 3 slices of life
laughed at two terrible pictures of myself
flooded a classroom with sink water
said the word butt to first and second graders at least 20 times
got armloads of gifts
drank 104 ounces of water
walked 10,793 steps
took a picture with one of my students from my first year teaching
found out my high school social studies teacher died this week
watched 3 episodes of ER with my daughter
taught second-grade

Or, did I?