Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Tuesday Slice: Unexpected memories

Autumnal spice
Bought on a whim
A night-time treat, if you will

The pink gel hits my tongue

Red Hots candy comes to mind
though not as fiery

My grandfather's mouthwash
by his bathroom sink

Tiny sticks of Trident flavoring
high school kisses

I didn't know that I was buying memories
in a tube of toothpaste.
Well played, Crest, well played.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Tuesday Slice: Sixth and seventh first days of school

A little over a month ago, I wrote about the five first days we had experienced in this COVID-altered school year.  Yesterday was the sixth first day; I'll experience my own personal seventh next Tuesday.

October 19th marked the beginning of a new grading period, and parents had a choice to change their child's placement as at-home or on-campus learners.  As a result, sixty more students joined us, bring our school to forty-six percent capacity.  Classes were shuffled yet again as virtual and in-person teachers alike became hybrid--teaching students at-home and in-person at the same time--to safely space students in their rooms.  The master schedule changed; students started going to music, art, and p.e. instead of following asynchronous lessons.

More than a few teachers were feeling overwhelmed.  Attending to students in class and on a screen sounds easy if you're thinking of college lectures, but wrangling the attention of "virtual" elementary students who aren't necessarily used to sharing their onscreen time with in-school classmates, coupled with the distractions of home, is another matter.  Newly grouped students meant repeating the first-day tasks of classroom expectations and getting-to-know-you exercises, which must have felt odd alongside the second nine weeks' curriculum.  Specials teachers went from covering two classes a day of asynchronous lessons to a full day of in-person students.

Last Wednesday, with the support of my administrators, I made the decision to not have library this week.  The master schedule was being worked on and tweaked up until the last minute, and I couldn't bring myself to ask my teachers to accommodate yet another new thing, knowing what this week would be like for them. I'm surveying them to find out who's comfortable coming to the library, and/or sending small groups to check out.  Most of my classes will still be virtual, meeting the needs of the many hybrid and handful of virtual-only classes.  Time will be built into the new library schedule to wipe down tables between visits. We're surveying students about their home libraries and building bundles of donated books to distribute.  I need to set up space to teach in person again, too.

Next Tuesday will be my personal seventh first day of school, as I welcome some students and staff back into the library.  There will still be book deliveries and online classes; I will become a hybrid teacher librarian.

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Tuesday Slice: Alphabet soup

 

Our prompt today:
And so I give you the alphabet soup of my thoughts today.
Mason, Gaby, and Junki are my children.
The words on each line are not necessarily connected, for me...
perhaps they will be, for you.

Anxiety, acceptance
Biden, birthdays, ballots
COVID19, cooperation
Democrat, democracy
Eddie Van Halen, educators
Fear, friends
Gaby, graduation, goodbyes
Help, holidays
Immigration, insight, isolation
Junki, Japan
Knowledge, keyboards, kindness
Lifelines, laughter
Mason, managing, masks
Naps, nitpicking
Overwhelm, opposition
Pedagogy, pacing
Quiet, questioning
Republican, re-public, rest
Students, self-care
Trump, technology, testing
University, unity
Vaccine, voting, veracity
Weather, welcomes
Xenophobia
Yelling, yesterdays
Zillionaires, zigzagging, zen.

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Tuesday Slice: PE flashbacks

 

I am covering classes while they have asynchronous "specials" time
The teachers grabbing their laptops with a quick thanks on their way out the door
as they hurry off to plan

Tuesdays for art, Wednesdays for music, Thursdays for Spanish
I love these days
Shapes and Play-doh, singing and clapping, practicing my vocabulary
Especially with the four-year-olds who sing while they draw 
and ask for music every day

But Mondays and Fridays are for PE
Because of COVID, not the PE of my youth with kickball and dodgeball and softball and basketball, the balls refusing to work properly with my hands and feet 
(or was it my hands and feet refusing to work properly with the balls)
the mile runs that left me winded behind my class, always the last to finish
the skills tests that marked me with a B for effort--thank God for credit for trying

Those memories came rushing back as I stood in my library office
Hesitating before duty called me to yet another PE class
Knowing it would be filled with jumping jacks and squats (I can do those), ski hops and floor pushups (nope), kicks and punches (okay), scissor running (my feet don't do that)

But I try, modify, because I know if I don't, they won't
I do my best, make mistakes, laugh them off to squelch the ten-year-old inside of me yelling "You are INADEQUATE"
Realizing that the ten-year-olds in PE can't see her anyway
I'm just that old librarian covering their PE class.