The Truth-Part II

December 29, 2006

Exposing what you may or not know about teachers and the world of Education.

2nd Truth:          Illustration Copyright 2000 Lizzy Rockwell

Parents: Teachers talk about (and judge) you and view your children as direct reflections of you and your parenting (or lack thereof).

So, if Little Jenny is an adorable little angel, we see you as a good parent, who is in control and doing all the right things.  If Little Jenny is a hellion and it makes her teacher’s day if she’s absent from school, know that in the teacher’s lounge, we are wondering (out loud) what in the world is wrong with you!?

Parents, have you ever felt judged-for better or worse, deserved or undeserved-by your child’s teacher(s)?

Teacher’s, upon meeting a student’s parent(s) have you ever said to yourself, Wow, the apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree or Man, I see where s/he gets it from?

Discuss.

The Truth,” snarky bits of opinion with a grain or two of truth, will be a regular feature on this site.  You’ll never know when it’s going to hit, so be ever vigilant and on the look out for more.


Speak English!

December 29, 2006

To speak English or not to speak English?  That was the question that was brought up by a few of my Spanish speaking students the week before Winter Break.

I have often found myself stating many times throughout the day, “Speak English!”  However, when I made that oh so familiar request to two kids who were gossiping about another student in Spanish, during my Language Arts class, one of them, a male yelled back, “No, why don’t you learn to speak Spanish!”  My immediate response to him was, “No, English is the primary language used in American schools and on top of that you’re in English class!  You’re supposed to speak English.”  Another kid, who was just released from jail less than a month ago and who is fairly quiet, chimmed in saying, “Yeah, why can’t you learn Spanish?”

The entire exchange got me to thinking.  One of the reasons why I discourage the use of a foreign language in my classroom is because for starters, many of my students use their ability to spaek another language to either start or keep trouble (namely gang/street talk, gossip and name calling) going.  Talk, namely gang/street talk and general he said/she said garbage, has been and continues to be the main factor in the majority of fights that have broken out on campus, a few of which involved the police having to come and either take students to jail or issue citations.

Another reason why I discourage the use of using other languages in my class is that, although the United Stated does not have an official language, English is the primary language used during instruction in the majority of American schools.  And, although I had to pass three semesters of a foreign language before graduating from college, and although I can read and understand Spanish (and very little French), English is my native tongue and the language that truly understand.

Without meaning to be insensitive to others and respectful of their knowledge of and ability to speak another language, the question that has kept popping up in my mind is, if I should pick up and move to France today, would the French abandon their native language and speak or learn to speak English just to cater to me?  Would they do that in Russia?  How about Kenya or Egypt?  And that raises another issue.  Many countries have established an official language.  Should we do the same?  I’m having a hard time understanding the harm that it would do to establish an official language in this country.  I believe that we could still uphold our image of being one big “melting pot” and still uphold our claims of being multicultural, welcoming and tolerant of all, while still having an official language.

My colleague, NYC Educator, posted about the NCLB and ESL students today.  I agree with him however this post isn’t so much about the NCLB Act and its affect on ESL kids as it is about how not having an official language can hinder the learning process in this country.  I’ve had to use interpreters during IEP meetings and have had to have Spanish speaking staff members make phone calls home to parents concerning their child’s behavior.  I’ve even used my students as interpreters to relay messages to their parent who were standing right in front of me due to our inability to communicate exclusively with one another.  I’ve even witnessed other colleagues using their limited Spanish speaking and writing abilities to write and send notes home to parents concerning their children who were in the elementary and middle school (junior high) grades. 

What has disturbed me the most is that I’ve witness many kids placed in Special Ed. or other classes for “slow learners” simply due to their inability to speak English.  I once had to use a bilingual student to relay information and directions to a boy who only understood Spanish.  He didn’t understand me when I spoke English, however as soon as he received directions in Spanish, he immediately went to work and knew exactly what to do.  A slow learner?  I think not.  What really dumbfounded me with that particular kid and others since him is the fact that many of them were born right here in the U.S. and had lived here all of their lives.  This is something that was mentioned in NYC Educator’s post.

Anyway, what do you think?  Should there be an official language here in the U.S.?  If not, why?  If you are from or are an American living abroad, what do you think of this issue?  Is there an official language where you are?


“The Bright List” Is Up!

December 28, 2006

A while ago, I created a page called The Bright List and a flashing marquee said “Coming Soon!”  Well it’s here.  Take a look and comment.  And, don’t forget to check back periodically to see new additions and product updates.


The Million Dollar View and Other Holiday Photographs

December 28, 2006

While my trip to Florida was indeed a trip, it wasn’t all bad. 

I brought with me a Gingerbread house kit that my little cousin and I put together over the course of two afternoons (my mom has had custody of him since he was a baby and he calls me his sister and I call him my little brother).  Dr. Man and I enjoyed a wonderful Christmas party that an Uncle and his wife hosted.  Neighbors, friends and of course family attended.  They even had a live band that played pop, jazz and christmas songs.  Everyone really seemed to have a good time and later on that evening, we went out to dinner with my dad, his date, my younger brother, his girlfriend and my other little brother.  We all met up at a local restaurant called Finz.  Dinner was fantastic and so was the glass of Yellow Tail Shiraz that I had with my main course.  To cap it all off, we were treated to a wonderful fireworks display that so brilliantly lit up the sky and the restaurant had nothing to do with it.   I still don’t know what group or individual was responsible for the fireworks, but never the less it was a nice way to end dinner and it was a complete surprise. 

And last but certainly not least, there was the wonderful, million dollar, waterfront view at the Pirate’s Cove Resort and Marina.  The folks there were very kind and hospitable and they all knew my crazy brother (“Mr. Personality”) who used to work there.  Enjoy the pictures.  I enjoyed taking them.

Boats 1        Boat Wreath   

 Night Lights at the Marina    Balconies 

  Manatee Sign  Gingerbread House Built by Me and Little Brother

Finz  Fireworks Display 1  Wet Footprints on the Dock at Night


Season’s Greetings!

December 25, 2006

I just wanted to say to all of you out there, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa and . . . well I’ll save the Happy New Year because 1-the new year has not yet arrived and because 2- I’ll be back at home soon and I’m sure I will post before then.

School Teacher is currently in the warm (and rainy) state of Florida visiting family and friends and dealing with the surprising issues and family drama that has occured before and since the plane touched down. I also would like to state that I now understand why people get anxious and depressed and even commit violent acts around the holidays. Anyway, being that I would like to enjoy the rest of my visit and would like to keep my blood pressure from rising, I will tell you all about it later.

In the meantime, Happy Christmahannukwanzakah!

P.S. If this site looks weird (because it’s not looking right to me-the calendar is appearing too large) just know that I posted this from a computer in a hotel lobby. My apologies and I will correct it as soon as I get a chance.