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Marathon Man

As the year comes to close there will be the inevitable litany of blog posts recapping achievements, documenting successes and reflecting on next steps.  Kim Cofino started it with her latest post, and since I am flying to Lombok tomorrow and hoping to take a much-deserved break from Twitter and Edublogging, I want to gather my thoughts here, now, in this blog post.

Unfortunately my list of accomplishments may sound a bit more personal than Kim’s, because I am not really working within a Tech team, regardless I would like to thank my colleagues at school, and my wife/team member/tech protégé  Mairin Raisdana for being so open and hungry to learn about technology and move forward. So where to start?

It is a bit taboo and perhaps considered vain to talk about numbers, but since it is clear I have no issues with ego, awards, or numbers counting, I will start there. My numbers are up!

I am sure there are many that will say numbers don’t matter, but for someone who started a few years ago writing to an audience of one, it is encouraging and rewarding to watch the bars on the graph grow taller and taller. I am not arguing that higher numbers mean success or a better blog, or a better community, but I am saying that the more people stop by and read my blogs, the more chance there is to build authentic connections. Beyond the numbers, however, the thing I am most proud of and happy with are the consistent comments from my regular readers. People like Will Chamberlin, Adrienne Michetti, Clint Hamada, Cathy Crea, Melanie McBride, Tim Bray, and Keri Lee Beasley (There are so many more to mention!) have proven time and time again that having a small committed readership is more important than a huge one. So while increasing numbers are a good way to build a robust readership, a blog must have a foundation of people who look to it as a pleasure to read and with which to connect. I know that I have a support system in place that challenges my thinking, supports me and my students, and offers me material on which to reflect. So why mention numbers?

Over the last semester as my blogs have gained popularity, my voice and ideas are reaching more people. Through Twitter and my two blogs I have been able to connect with a variety of people worldwide. School kids in Canada, a variety of online interviews, and of course face-to-face connections. I have been accepted to present at the 21st Century Learning Conference in Hong Kong, and I am speaking with Melinda Alford about leading a cohort at the next Learning 2.0 conference in China. I have had constructive feedback on my teaching more here, and support for the blogging initiative I am trying to spearhead at our school.

Wow! That’s a lot of hyperlinks. Which means it has been a busy productive term. For people who are new to this online world of networks and connections, I hope my recount can shed some light on the power of blogging and connecting. It is not my intention to brag about my work, but to show what powerful professional development maintaining a blog can be. I was able to do all of this in addition to the in house “real” work I am doing on campus, building an ESL department from scratch, learning about the MYP, and helping the IT team move forward on schoolwide initiatives!

Furthermore, my students are making great progress within our classroom. I am experimenting and pushing the boundaries of what second language learners can do when given the tools to express themselves. In short, I am doing what I love and modeling behavior I would like to see in our school.

How does this happen? How did I go from blogging to myself to creating an authentic, caring, supportive, critical group of individuals who read my work, comment, share tweets, and invite me to conferences?

Consistent, open, honest sharing. This is the model that has worked for me. Everyone says they haven’t the time to blog or connect or do anything other than what the curriculum demands of them.  I simply find that to be a cop out. In addition to what I have described above, I am raising two kids, writing a book, and leading a pretty satisfying rich life. I am not trying to say that I am superman and you should be like me; I am simply pointing out that building these networks takes time and energy and it is hard work, but if you take baby steps and stay with it it will bare fruit. Managing time is a choice we all make. If you are serious about blogging, it must be built into your day. Even if it is a few hours a week, it must be consistent.

I often catch myself comparing writing/blogging with running. I don’t do the latter, but first saw the connection through the book What We Talk About When We Talk About Running. Writing is like a marathon, you take your time and pace yourself, but always have a goal in mind.

image by seeveeaar

My goal has never been to become an Edublog celebrity, or to leave my classroom and present at conferences worldwide. I have only ever wanted to share my ideas, my thoughts, and yes my feelings in the most honest way I can to connect with as many individuals across the world as I can. I see this connection as the first steps toward understanding, which eventually I believe leads to a more just and peaceful world. A marathon indeed.

So as 2010 comes to close, I want to thank everyone who has supported me this year with your comments, tweets, external validations and of course love. I feel proud of the work I am doing and I owe much of its success to you. Whoever you, where ever you are reading these words.

Now I am off to Lombok to enjoy some of this:

image by Fadil Basymeleh

I look forward to spending time with family, friends, and my thoughts. Looking forward to disconnecting for awhile, taking a break from Twitter and blogs and enjoying the ocean, my daughter’s laughter, and my camera. See you all in 2011!

Spoken Words- Reflection

If I don’t get this reflection out of my system now, it may just die and rot inside me. Is this how students view mandatory reflective assignments? Do they view reflection as a chore? I have inflicted this task on myself, but I can imagine how much more angst ridden it would be had the choice to reflect been made by someone else.

You see! I have learned something from taking the time to reflect already, and I haven’t even started yet- reflection can be arduous and time consuming and not always feel right.  On that note let’s get started:

About a week ago, I wrote my thoughts and description of the unit I worked on with my grade 8’s, but reports, laziness, and life have prevented me form writing the post for the grade 6 & 7 unit. I realized last time that I may need a more streamlined template when I go through the steps of the unit. I hope to find a comfortable template for these reflections that make them effective for me and you as the reader.

Let’s start with the cover sheet I gave to the kids:

Grade 6 ESL Cover Sheet- Spoken Words

I like using Pages, much more than word, because it gives the document a sense of vibrancy and color, but I still find the text stifling and unapproachable to the average 6th grade ESL kid. I need to work on using language they understand and still maintaining the formality of MYP. I simply embed these documents onto our class blog, so students can have instant and constant access. I do not feel, however, that anyone ever looked at it. I hope to work on making these sheets and accompanying checklist a bigger part of our unit in the future.

Another disappointment for me was not having the rubric ready before the task began. I think it is crucial that students have a copy of the rubric along side the unit overview. In addition to sharing the rubric before we begin,  I am also playing with the idea of a more interactive video Unit Overview using glogster. (Maybe even a glogster rubric!) I want to make sure that students have a clear idea of expectations before they begin. Now that I have laid out the objectives, assessments, and criterion let me explain the gist of the unit.

We began by exploring the concept of storytelling. Why do we tell stories? We watched this video:

At the time, we watched this clip we didn’t have blogs and I was in Shanghai, but I would have liked to have done some reflection on the video to set the foundation of the unit. I am realizing that I do not like end of the unit summative reflections for the students or myself. Next time around, I want to have more frequent and shorter reflections on every step of the journey, as opposed to the end of the voyage recap.

Next, we started creating our own stories using Storybird. Because I am working with second language learners I wanted to have a tool that gave us images as a starting point to story creation. I realize now that the images shaped their stories more than I would have liked, but it was a much easier place to start than a blank page. Starting from nothing with limited language can be an intimidating process. Storybird made this much easier for sure.

I asked the student to pick 15 slides from the work desk and tell a story without any text at first. I wanted a beginning, middle, and an end. I told them to remember to have a visible problem in their slides that must be solved. Next the students added basic text to each slide to tell the story. We spent time talking about dialogue and adjectives. They were asked to add these devices into their growing stories.

Then I had them print their stories and paste them on to a large paper storyboard. The ideas was that the story at this point would become tangible. Something they could touch and literally walk upon and enter. I asked them to then think about what each slide sounded like. What could they smell, feel, touch, see etc…I told them to think about sensory language and how it would build their scenes. We also talked about sound effects they would be using in the podcast.

They added the sensory language to the storyboard and it was time to create a word document of the text- the script. They copied and pasted what they already had in Storybird into a document, while adding the new sensory language and descriptions of scenes form the paper storyboard. (Yes, these ESL kids were just as confused as you are about the difference between Storybird and storyboard.)We did a halfway point reflection at this stage.

Next we did a quick round of editing on google docs. They shared their stories with the class and me, and we made some basic edits for clarity. Next time around, however I will not help them so much with the editing. I think it is better to have authentic assessment of where they are now, so as to better monitor their growth. I was more worried about having “good” podcasts than truly assessing where each student was.

Next we were ready to record! We did a very basic “how to” lesson on Garageband and they were off. I am lucky to work at a 1:1 school, so the kids grabbed their laptops and scattered around our 8th grade lounge and empty rooms. Each one had a private place to sit and record. We discussed the differences between telling a story and reading one. We focused on the idea of intonation, expression etc…

The problem was that I still did not have a rubric at this time. I REALLY understand the value of knowing what I am assessing as I am going through the unit. Helps keep the unit grounded and goal oriented. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure there was a lot of learning going on, but I wasn’t sure how I could assess it all, or what was being learned exactly without the rubric to guide me. The whole concept of rubrics and their value is another post all together, so I will leave it at that for now.

The kids did a great job playing with music to create tension and suspense. They used pitch to change their voices for each character, and a few really got into the art of storytelling. Others were still too shy, embarrassed or lacked the confidence to really tell their stories. Overall, I was impressed with their dedication and enthusiasm for this last task.

Final step, we moved our podcats to iMovie so it would play nice with blogger, posted them along with the script for your listening and reading pleasure and wrote a final reflection on the whole experience and posted the whole lot on their blogs. The last step was asking the students to answer the unit questions: What is the difference between telling a story and reading one? in a short video reflection, also posted on their blog.

You can read the rubric below. It needs a lot of work I know, but it did the job for the first time out. Next time I will really spend more time exploring exactly what is being assessed and what that will look like. This time around, I got lost in the task. Don’t get me wrong it was very valuable. The question is how much of what they learned was intentional and documented? And does that matter? Here is the rubric I eventually shared with students.

Rubric Spoken Words

Finally, I shared the rubric with each student through a Google Doc, so they could self-assess and help negotiate a final mark, based on my review. You can find all the podcasts, by clicking on the grade 6 and 7s in the sidebar of our class blog. I have posted a few examples below as well. Not necessarily the best, but examples of podcasts that showed effort.

Any advice or feedback, as always, appreciated.

I Want The World To Know

At the end of every year, I select five students who I have had a profound connection to and give them a copy of Letters To A Young Poet by Rilke. I know the book is over most of their heads, as I usually teach Middle School; I didn’t discover the book myself  until I was well into my twenties, but there is something about the simple passages that I feel resonate with the big ideas I try to convey in my classes. If you are not familiar with the book, here is what Wikipedia has to say:

The letters were originally written to Franz Kappus, a 19-year-old student at the Military Academy of Vienna, of which Rilke was an alumnus. Discouraged by the prospect of military life, Kappus began to send his poetry to the 27-year-old Rilke, seeking both literary criticism and career advice. Their correspondence lasted from 1902 to 1908. In 1929, three years after Rilke’s death, Kappus assembled and published the ten letters.

I share this book with the five kids who have shown some appreciation for art, learning, and living life to the fullest. They are not necessarily the “best” students or the most academically successful, but they get “it.” I think it takes a special person to understand passages like this:

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”

I woke up today to a very pleasant email. One of the students who received a book from me last year was James. James is an interesting story. Let’s just say he had/has a difficult time being a “good” student. He reads well beyond his grade level and can contribute some of the most insightful ideas I have ever heard at his age in class discussions, but ask him to sit still, write something down, work on one thing for a long period of time, or to simply calm down-forget about it. He is all over the place, off the wall; if you are into letter clarifications he probably has a few A’s, D’s and H’s somewhere in his file.

At the beginning of last year, I saw something in James. I saw that he was smart, curious, and hungry to learn. His problem was that school was not the place where he could do these things. I knew instantly that his inability to play the school game would be a challenge for him and his teachers. I sat him down early and talked to him about what the year might look like.

Throughout the year James would come into my room to chat during break, we sometimes had lunch; he would tell me personal details about his life and what he was thinking. In short, we built a relationship based on trust and respect.

I was open, honest and frank when it came to my frustrations when he got in a fight over a girl, but I also commended him on getting the lead in the school play. James had a fantastic year in my class. But what did that mean?

Did he score well on assessments? Not really, he continued to skate by with mediocre work. Did he learn a list of skills and new knowledge? Maybe, but nothing compared to how some of his peers performed throughout the year. So how I can I claim he had a great year? Because he went from being a socially awkward seventh grader who couldn’t care less about school or grades to a person who wrote me this:

Hi Sir,

First week of school is done and i am ready to go on holiday. You know that book that you gave me last year i have fingered out what “it” is. Well to start “it” is different in every person. So “it” is the driving force of life your soul your DNA the molecules the seed that starts your life. “it” is with you your whole life even after and before life. You will never find out what “it” is. “it” can hide itself in you forever in your body. But “it” will be somewhere so simple you will just look over it. Now i know that this is a very simple description but i am going to find where “it” is and what “it” is and tell you cause i see this as a mission, a mission that i will complete whatever it takes. this is cause i want to know i want the world to know. And most of all cause you gave me the idea and i am thankful to every thing that you gave me last year and will give me in later on in my life.

Buy for now hope to hear from you soon.

You may be asking yourself, who this kid’s English teacher was. Sure the paragraph could use some love and editing. Yes it would score very low on a rubric, but my point is that sometimes school should be a place to ignite the lingering passion in young people. So many times we extinguish every ounce of excitement these kids have with our curriculum and assessments and grades, when all they really want is for someone to listen to them, respect who they are, and help them find “it.”

I have shared this post with James, and want to ask him at this time- if you are here and reading James, let me say thank you. I am so glad that you are here and alive and connected and curious and searching. That was the whole point of the book, my class, my life. Life is beautiful and perfect and always looking for people like you to join and move the parade forward. Please remember that, I am an email or a blog post away. Let me know how else I can help you. The classroom is not the only place we can learn from each other; we have the whole world. Have a great year and keep in touch. How is our garden doing by the way? You may need to start a new plot! Do it now before it gets too hot. There is interest, but ideas need leaders, and there is no reason why that can’t be you.

Melted

Last month, I decided to try out a collaborative poem project using Twitter and Flickr. The process was simple:

  • Send out a request on Twitter for participants.
  • Create a Google Document.
  • Find an image from Flickr (Make sure to pick one from the Creative Commons)
  • Wait.
  • Wait some more.
  • Start to write.
  • Leave your poem as a comment on the original page.

Well, we were at it again. This time we decided to use an Etherpad:

Cut and paste this link to view the photo, and then work together to create a poem inspired by the image. This is live and we can see each other create. Don’t be afraid to type over the work of others. Click “unnamed” on the right, to add your name and choose a color. Open the chat to chat with the group. Here is what it looked like:


We had about eight people show up. I don’t think the final product is what is important, but more so the process. It is interesting to see how attached we become to our own language. The connections through words, ideas, and imagery is what makes this idea powerful.

While it may feel a bit forced at times, the idea that a group of people from around the world are working in real time to try and give expression to a shared reality is fascinating. After all isn’t this connection, this expression the purpose of art, language, are common humanity.

Maybe I am reading too much into this. Anyway come join us next time:

MeltedSearching
They sent me here
Siberia
Nothing
nothing.
I asked for pain
They gave me blue
Nothing but blue

The ceiling is moving
Another evaporated horizon
no moon, no sun
There’s a rhyme somewhere
maybe irony
Would it be a sin to laugh out loud?
I’m thinking of jumping
above and beneath the glass
lifeless.
What is life?
Ice.

her soft voice singing
postcards
songs about postcards
funny
would she even read it?

Or would it be pinned by a butterfly magnet
to her popsicle-stained fridge?
their tiny fingers
long gone

Fridge.
This place is ice, no warmth, no red,
Blue. Nothing but blue
periphery
Frigid blue – frozen loins push forth no new life here.

I stretch out my tongue
Seeking wind
Something to cut, or freeze
To feel
Something
Like the rip of the tongue from the metal flag pole
torn flesh so tender
and the rest gone

The bottle empty. Fire going out.
Does it matter?
Nothing can taste warm here.
Tongue is useless.

but begs to speak, to sing, to be heard
to connect.
frozen flesh forcing meaning
where none should be.

Scream at the sky, lunatic!
Drown your puny voice in this everlasting lake.

But then I feel
I yearn
to drink?
to pee?
ruled by the body
my eyes deceive

her eyes deceive
more failed tissue
how do you expect to experience
with nothing more than
blood, muscle, and bone.
eyes, tongues, useless
out here, in there.
you are everyone, everywhere.
I am in you let me out.

the bottle lies
it always does
I’ll drown in a sentence
in a lake of Curacao
in the land of Vodka, czars,and Lenin’s ghost
his dreams lost too
in this blur

Baikal is not big enough to encompass these lies.
What lies beneath? Lies.
They sent me here.

Live Poetry

Earlier this evening, I was trying to get more out of my social networks by engaging in more artistic collaborative projects. I hatched the idea for the “live” poem. The idea is simple:

  • Send out a request on Twitter for participants.
  • Create a Google Document.
  • Find an image from Flickr (Make sure to pick one from the Creative Commons)
  • Wait.
  • Wait some more.
  • Start to write.
  • Leave your poem as a comment on the original page.

Ideas for next time:

  • Set a time limit
  • Take a screencast of the process so as to watch the “growth” of the poem
  • Look at something like Etherpad.

Here is the image and the poem:


Cerulean Tide

a wall of day
and a door to night
creaking hinges
keeping time
footsteps
shuffle
in and out

this is where we met,
the smell of brine and barnacles
moving the sea, slaves to the moon
and desire

warm smoke escaping from a door
in flux soon to close
forever, or so we thought

our eyes consumed, engaged, divorced
time peeling another layer
pushing us together
awash in the sound of
laughter and a distant snare drum

touch gave meaning
memories embrace
did we?
if we choose to believe, we did

this is not ours to keep
never was
but what is left?
closed door, new season
but still, the blue
and blue and stillness blur

choice led us here then
and again
choice parts us after we give
“I want to fall in love with a living poem,”
you said.

another couple in
another out

I laughed and kissed your serious brow
learned the tangles of your hair, left alone too long
waiting for someone to know you
your only desire
for someone to know you

this place will be different tomorrow
in the light
we will see the decay
if we choose

what is the scale for measuring moments?
I say pain
you look away and take a drag on your cigarette
can’t help but disappoint you

your eyes have moved on
I wonder if you will ever be happy
Or if you will discover there’s no such thing

will you come back?
the wall was green, yellow, eggplant
your letter will say.

will your memories lie?
it was blue
it was dark.
we’ll never really know.

The poem is average at best, but it is the process of creation we are concerned with here over product. More thoughts on collaborative art soon.

Later I received a Tweet from @jhawtin telling me about the sonnet she wrote. Here it is:

A wall of daylight met a door of night.
Creaking hinges kept time with our journey,
the drift of lazy footsteps, left and right,
wrapped in smoke and shadow, a comedy.

Awash in laughter, haze and amber pints,
eyes engaged then slipped across the hecklers.
We watched the distant snare drum catch the light.
Crowds moved on. In comfy chairs we rested.

We stayed here under summer’s scudding skies.
Photos captured tangle haired embraces,
the buoys and bikes and lobster pots you liked,
colours rich with time and salty laces.

A season ends, the colours change, and leave.
A smile still sees you here, our dark retreat.

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