Education Weekly
Response and commentary on contemporary issues in education, English classroom, reading, and writing as well as personal reflection from the point of view of an aspiring English teacher.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Race to the Top Starts on the Bottom
I sometimes forget Hawaii is part of our fifty-nifty United States. They're not exactly attached to us and they are so beautiful and resort like that one would only think they are in paradise. Unfortunately, for locals, paradise has its usual regime too, and schools are part of that regime. After reading "Race to Top Winners Under Gun to Keep Commitments" I learned that due to inadequate progress, Hawaii is in the risk of loosing government grant funding of $75 million. Hawaii has already used $3.8 million of this $75 which will put them in even more of a crisis. It was said in the article that, "Revoking a grant is a rare occurrence for the Education Department, but it's been done before" (23). So let me get this straight, now that Hawaii is having a hard time bringing up test scores, their grant will be revoked to teach them a lesson? Why would the government take money from a state that needs it the most? It would be like me giving all the students who received an A on the spelling quiz, a cheat sheet for next weeks quiz, while the ones who failed have to just study harder. Am I missing something? I think they should keep their grant because they obviously need the money to fund school that are failing. With the money, they can hire reformers or someone from the outside to help the schools in need rise to their penitential.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The "Flip Model"
Friday, September 23, 2011
The Marshmallow Test
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The Art of Listening
Thursday, August 25, 2011
First Year Teacher
Monday, April 18, 2011
Anne Frank Play
I pride myself on my stress free attitude toward most daily activities, but for some reason I was panicking this week. After reading "The Diary of Anne Frank," my final project with the students was to perform a scene of their choosing. This was no easy feet. I had to play director because I quicly found out that this wasn't the kind of activity I could just assign and let them run the show while I sat pretty and drank a latte. No, I spent a week working on this. We put our blood, sweat, and tears into the scene. The kids had fun dressing up and taking on different roles. They really understood the psyche of the characters in the play, which is exactly what I wanted out of the play. The only problem was, our classes kept canceling due to chorus rehearsal. I had to push back the play date several times. This was a terrible inconvenience for the history class that was going to come down to watch the performance. Then I had to reschedule with both my mentors. Prof. C ended up seeing the play but my other professor came on a FRIDAY before a BREAK during THE LAST PERIOD OF THE DAY. I was a little stressed for all those reasons.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Hunky Chunk the Pink Elephant
Hunky Chunk the Pink Elephant
Chapter One: The Fatal Bus Ride
I have a pink elephant named, Hunky Chunk. He goes with me everywhere. He sits with me at breakfast and eats apple slices. He drinks warm tea by dipping his long snout into the saucer. Hunky also comes to school with me, hopping on the bus and buckling his seatbelt. We sat together and admired the scenery when one day, a boy began to bother us.
“Why are you bringing that stupid doll to school?” Joey asked me.
“He’s not stupid!” I protested. “He’s my friend.”
“Hey everyone, look! Mary has a stuffed animal!” All the kids turned their head to see the spectacle. Hunky Chunk and I sat in our seat with our arms crossed; no one was going to bully us!
“Hey guys let’s play keep away,” said Joey, snatching up my pink stuffed animal. I could see the fear in Hunky’s glass eyes. He went sailing from one side of the bus to the other as the mean boys were throwing him left and right.
“Give him back to me!” I wailed. “He has very sensitive limbs,” I pleaded. I could see Hunky’s floppy limps flailing like birds wings.
“Oh, did you hear that everyone? Her dolly has sensitive limbs,” Joey repeated mockingly.
“I mean it!” I yelled again.
I ran from one end of the bus to the other, trying desperately to catch my poor Hunky Chunk. He was so scared. Hunky was very old and couldn’t withstand too many acrobatics.
After a few minutes of playing monkey in the middle, Joey began to get tired.
“Ok, guys, let’s give Mary her doll back,” he finally said. He whispered something in one of the boy’s ears and began wrestling him for the elephant.
“Don’t worry Mary, I’ll give him back to you, I promise,” Joey yelled in between labored breaths.
“Oh, please! You’re going to rip him!” I was almost crying at this point.
I heard a rip, then a click.
Everything fell silent.
“Hunky?” I called, my voice a mere whisper.
“Um, here you go. I promised I’d give him back.” Joey handed me the remains of my beloved animal. What was left was a ripped arm and a missing eyeball. That must have been the click sound.
The bus stopped and everyone ran off and marched into school, everybody besides Hunky Chunk and I.
“Look what they did to you Hunky Chunk,” I cried.
“Cough, cough, it’s getting dark,” Hunky said with a frail voice.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Pain? Pain is the crutch of the weak,” Hunky said bravely.
“You are so strong Hunky. Is their anything I can do for you?”
“Cough, cough, find my eyeball, then we will get vengeance.”
“Vengeance? What do you mean Hunky Chunk? You have a crazy look in your eye,” I was beginning to feel scared of Hunky Chunk. He wasn’t himself right now.
“That’s right, vengeance. I know people. Stuffed animal people. Just so happens that Joey’s leopard Jasper lives down the street. We’re going to kidnap him.”
I listened to Hunky’s plan while I fixed his eye and readjusted his torn arm. Hunky changed on the bus that day, I could see that. We began to devise a plan to get back at Joey while we walked inside for school.