Keeping an Eye on Him

Last Friday was my last day in the special ed math/history class. It was also assembly day. Ugh. 

Third period. This is the same group I wrote about yesterday. 

First, I passed out leis to the kiddos who had made the honor roll last semester (had a GPA of 3.0 or higher). That was basically the whole class except for the two students who managed to disappear on the way to the counselors the previous class. 

Before we left, I questioned Elian on what had happened. I mean, it wasn't like it was a distance, but somehow he disappeared. He hemmed and hawed, but he didn't have a great reason for vanishing. I pointed out that he missed his chance to register for classes. He said he'd already done it. 

We headed out to the gym for the dreaded assembly. But this time, I was going to keep an eye on Elian. (The girl who disappeared the previous day was absent.) 

And I did, up until we were almost at the gym. My mind wandered, and I took my eye off Elian. And he was gone.

Crap!

I backtracked, looking around. I was just about to talk to one of the security personnel when Elian appeared. Phew. 

They weren't letting us into the gym yet. I knew where Elian was, but the rest of the class wasn't in sight. Ms. S said she'd seen them, but she didn't see them anymore. 

Me: "Yeah, but I trust them."

And sure enough, when we finally got let into the gym and found the section where the sophomores were supposed to sit, the entire rest of the class was sitting there, together. 

My trust wasn't misplaced. 

Elian? I'm not sure where he got to, but I did see him enter the gym. So, at least he was nominally where he was supposed to be. 

After the assembly, the rest of the class got back to the classroom in a timely manner. Elian? He took his time, but he eventually returned. 

It's too bad my time with them was over. I had just gotten to the point where Elian was on my radar. Although, considering how many days he had been absent, that might not have been much of a consequence for Elian. 

Disappeared

Wednesday, third period. I got a call from one of the counselors. Apparently, we were supposed to be meeting with them so the kiddos could finish registering for classes for next year. Alas, no one had informed me. 

I briefly went over the chaos of this class in my first post about this assignment. The counselors probably emailed their previous teacher, who left at the semester, and didn't require a response. 

The students were working on group projects (that they had just started). I could pivot. It wasn't like I was planning on having them finish that day. 

I had them pack up, and we headed on out. As this shift was unexpected, it took them a few minutes to get things put away. I told the kiddos who were waiting to go ahead and head on over while I waited for the two students who were putting their papers into their folders. They finished, and we followed them. 

I had seven students in the class. When we got to the counselors' room, I found five students. 

Wha...? 

The distance wasn't far. There's no way they could have gotten lost. Nope. They ditched. 

Deep sigh. 

The counselors called a couple of the students in. One boy, who is moving before next school year, complained that he didn't need a schedule for next year. The others went pretty quickly. A lot of it is confirmation of stuff they filled out in the paperwork. 

The two students who ditched lost their chance to verify that they're getting the classes they want next year. They were hurting themselves, really. (And I told them where we were going and why.) 

Sophomores. *shakes head* It's an interesting age. (10th grade. 15-16 years old.) Some of them have matured and are reasonable kiddos. And some of them are still playing the games they played as freshmen. 

When the counselors called for the missing kiddos? I let them know they somehow hadn't made it. 

Slow It Down

Monday. Third period world history. It was standardized test day. 

I just went on a search to find where I'd explained this particular test, and it appears I have yet to do so. Even though I've administered this thing many, many times. Basically, it's designed to figure out where the kiddos are in relation to their grade level. So, do they read at grade level, above, or below? Same with math. And then they test them twice a year to see if they've improved and if so by how much. 

I had warned the kiddos that we'd be doing the test, so they weren't surprised. I informed the class that I would be giving them extra credit points if they did not incur the wrath of the slow-down sloth. 

In an effort to reduce rapid guessing (thereby making the test results worthless), if the students go too fast at any point, their test gets paused and they get a screen with a sloth that says "slow down". It is then my job to remind the kiddos that they aren't to just guess, they should actually try to figure out the answers, and then I release the test again so they can finish. 

I logged in from my end and gave the kiddos their test credentials. (The test is online.) 

I was still confirming students when Jalen announced that I might as well give him the release code for the slow-down sloth. We weren't more than two minutes in, and Jalen had already gotten flagged for rapid guessing.

Deep sigh. 

If Jalen thought he could just rapid guess his way through the test...

Me: "If you get the slow-down sloth three times, your test is then stopped and you have to do the whole thing over." 

Every time before that I've had to warn students of this, I felt bad. Apologetic. This time? I would have enjoyed making Jalen start all the way over. 

Jalen did not see the slow-down sloth again. 

The Pivot

Friday. Sixth period world history. 

Jasper walked in. He said something about another student in class being absent. And we waited for the other students to arrive. 

There are only four students in the class. Two of them tend to be late. When the bell rang, I figured they'd be along shortly. Only, they weren't. 

I had a class of one. 

Um...

As we were doing our warm up activity (CNN 10), I pondered this. I had a lesson planned. But, if I did the planned lesson, when the other students returned, I'd have to find time to give them time to make up what they missed. 

(Yeah, I should just have them make up the work missed on their own time. But they won't do it. They're already behind, missing work from the days they were in class. I gave them a make up day this past week. They're still behind.) 

I discussed it with Ms. S, and she concurred. I thought of a movie that would kind of go with what we've been discussing, and I put it on. 

Yeah, movie day. Kinda meh, but better than having to reteach the lesson to the missing kiddos upon their return. 

Grading Concern

Wednesday. Fourth period. 

Tyson strode in the room, upset. "You told me not to worry. You told me I wouldn't get an F." 

Tyson is new to the class. He only started it a couple weeks ago. He transferred from another school. (I presume he just moved.) 

When he arrived, we were in the middle of a unit. Since this is a special ed math class, our unit consists of graphing one kind of problem. As we were going to be doing more days on this, I figured that Tyson would catch on and catch up. I wasn't going to make him responsible for the worksheets he missed before he joined the class, but he could start where we were at. 

The worksheets that Tyson had done had many errors. Ms. S (the instructional aide who's been doing all the grading) informed me that the kiddos were missing many problems on their assignments. So, on this day, as luck would have it, the plan was to give the students a day to redo the problems they missed to improve their scores. 

I attempted to calm Tyson down. He was in a panic about having an F in the class. I explained that once he made the corrections on his assignments, his grade would rise. Tyson was stuck on the F and how that would effect his ability to play football. 

He had lots of questions. Ms. S sat with him a while to help him. By the end of the period, he seemed way more confident. 

And, as he finished his corrections, Ms. S graded and input his new scores. His grade went from an F to a C-. And it's only going to go up from there. 

It's hard to come in mid semester. But I knew that Tyson's grade wasn't going to be an issue. 

And, we kind of want him on the football team. That kiddo is huge. 

Unpopular

Tuesday, fifth period. 

The period goes by a couple names. Conference. Prep. It's the period I have off from students. 

So, I was sitting in "my" classroom, doing what the period was intended for. I was doing some lesson planning. Some grading. And eating my lunch. 

The phone rang...

Ms. L, who I sort of co-teach with second period, called. 

In a prior second period, Ms. L used her document camera so that her students could copy down some notes. Only that day the thing wouldn't work. As I am familiar with the technology, I managed to get it going. 

And this is what Ms. L called me about. She couldn't get her document camera to work, and could I help her out? Well, sure, I was without students. 

I popped on over there, and in a couple seconds I got the thing working...

This success was greeted by a loud round of boos from the eighth graders. 

I'm not sure what they thought would happen if the document camera didn't work. It's not like they were going to get the period off. They might have had to do something harder than copy notes. Really, they should have thanked me. 

Ms. L did thank me, though. Profusely. 

And I was then off and back to my lesson planning and grading. 

(It was a beautiful sunny and warm day. It was nice to get out and walk in the sun for a bit.)

Of Streaming and Screenshots

For second period, I sort of co-teach with another special ed teacher. (The "sort of" is doing a lot of heavy lifting. It's a complicated story that I don't want to spend the time explaining.) 

When I started the class, they were finishing up their World War I unit. For a final, Ms. L is having them write an essay about the movie they watched: All Quiet on the Western Front, the 1930 version. 

Because they're special ed eighth graders, this was not something they're used to doing. So, it has taken a lot of pushing to get things going. 

The plan was for them to write about certain portions of the movie. But, of course, they were having trouble recalling the scenes. Then somehow I ended up looking up where it could be streamed, and sure enough, it's currently streaming via Tubi. 

Which they could access via their in school Chromebooks. 

Suddenly, all the kiddos were rewatching the movie. 

"So, I can actually watch movies at school." 

Yeah, probably shouldn't have clued the eighth graders in on the fact that they can stream movies on their computers. (If you look, Tubi has a lot of content. Some of which the eighth graders would like.) 

With me and Ms. L and our two instructional assistants in class, the kiddos couldn't really sneak in other movies. But they do have other classes. 

One thing Ms. L wanted the kiddos to do was to find a photo from the scene of the movie they're writing about. There are a ton of images they can find. But one kiddo wasn't finding the precise image he wanted.

I reasoned that one could take a screenshot from the movie on their Chromebooks.

I explained this to the kiddo. He knew how to take a screenshot. And he managed to capture the image he wanted. 

Ms. L isn't very techno savvy, so when she saw what the kiddo did, she had him instruct another classmate so he could get the image he wanted. 

Yeah, I think I just created some problems. For later. And likely for other teachers. 

But they were actually writing essays on the movie. And about World War I. So, maybe it's a good thing? 

The Rose

As Friday was a holiday, our Thursday became the Valentine's celebration on campus. In the pouring down rain. 

I didn't think much of this. I tend to not think of the day at all. 

It was third period. World history. We were reading out of the textbook. There was a knock on the door.

It was the singing Valentines. Every year, the choir does a fundraiser thingy. Various kiddos form groups, and they go and sing for students. They sing a snippet from an appropriate song. Give a card and a rose. Students can choose which group they want to sing for their sweetie or friend. I don't remember how much it costs, but it's not very expensive. Five dollars? Something like that. 

They asked if they could perform. I always say yes. No reason not to. I wondered which student it was for.

It wasn't for a student. It was for me. 

I was stunned. 

I've never gotten one of these before. I looked at the card. It wasn't signed. 

Hmmm. 

One of the students in the group was one of "my" students. (They get permission to be out of class on this day.) 

Later, Ms. S told me she had sent it. She realized she had forgotten to sign it. 

That was so nice of her. No one's ever sent me one of these before. (Usually I'm day-to-day subbing, so no one would know where to find me, anyway.) 

And we all got to see our student (and their classmate) perform. 

I may not be around today or this weekend. I'll catch you all next week.

Three Books

I mentioned that I'm kind of scrambling at the start of this new long term that fell in my lap a couple weeks ago. Which, honestly, is normal for any long term. What I'm scrambling for varies, but the scramble is expected. 

While the math classes were set (with another teacher who's been giving me worksheets to give the classes), I didn't really have anything for the history classes. 

I managed to find some textbooks in a cabinet in the classroom. The current textbooks. The current general ed textbooks. But, Mr. B used general ed textbooks in his special ed class (a long term I did in November-December 2023). And I could do something similar to what he did. 

Problem: I had five textbooks. There were eight students in third period. 

So, I did what any reasonable adult would do. I went to the library and checked out three more textbooks. 

Boring assignment, but it was better than nothing (and it gives me some direction as to topics to cover). We read together. They wanted to play games on their computer "when we finished" as it wouldn't take the whole period. Me: "Challenge accepted". 

Well, it didn't take the whole period, but these block periods are long. 

The next day, I was poking around in the cabinet while looking for something when I spied something in the back corner. Three textbooks. Um...

So, I had eight textbooks the entire time. Deep sigh. 

Of course, returning the textbooks was a bit more of a challenge as the ones I had checked out were now mixed in with the originals. (They have barcodes with serial numbers.) Luckily, the librarian is kind and looked up the numbers of the ones I checked out. 

Now I'm set. Sort of. Now I have some structure to what I should be teaching. In case you're wondering, our current topic is The Cold War. 1950s, here we come...

A Riot, Not a Protest

Monday. When I arrived at school, Ms. S told me all about an impromptu meeting the staff had had that morning to discuss a walk out that the students were supposedly going to hold. 

Out of the loop again. No surprise. 

Fourth period. Two students showed up. Out of a class of seven. (It's special ed. Smaller classes.) 

At about the last half hour of class, a third student showed up with a late pass. Emilio had gone to the protest. And... it didn't go well. 

It started out on campus. Administration had opened the gym to the protestors. But then they were going to march on city hall. I think. Emilio wasn't terribly clear on the plan. He was clear on the gates being open, so those that chose to go could go. 

(The gates are usually closed and locked during the school day.)

They walked for miles. Emilio described where they went, and I recognized the locations. I've driven there. Walking from campus? It was a hike.

But sadly, it didn't go well. Fights broke out. There were weapons. Emilio told of a girl who got heat stroke. He got her water. He was upset that no one else seemed to notice her distress. 

Then the police showed up. They had the choice of going back to school or being arrested. Emilio chose to go back to school. 

As he was telling the story, Tatum, who had not joined the protest, responded. At the end of the story, she summed it up thusly: "That was not a protest. That was a riot."

Sadly, I think she was right.

What was this all about? Immigration. The school is very heavily Latino. The threats of ICE raids hits them hard. 

(Tatum made a snarky comment about Mexicans. She's a proud Filipino.) 

Anyway, not a lot of graphing happened that day. (This is one of the math periods as opposed to the history classes.) 

Missed Deadline

I started a new long term assignment on Wednesday. There are a few things that I have to do right off the bat with these assignments. Get keys to the classroom. Figure out what I need to teach. Check out a teacher computer. And get access to the gradebook.

This school has a whole new administrative team, so I did not know who was in charge of adding me to the online gradebook. I asked around. Found out. Sent him an email. 

I had to do something in the main office, so I dropped by the assistant principal's office. Mr. R was not there. Since clearly he was busy and perhaps not on campus, I figured I'd circle back the next day. 

(I did get keys and a teacher computer. I was scrambling for lessons, but that's pretty normal for a new gig.) 

For reasons I do not know, the previous sub had not gotten access to the gradebook. Ms. S, the instructional assistant (who's been working at that school for many years), had been keeping up with the grading and had a paper gradebook for the kiddos. So, while there were grades, the kiddos could not see them. 

On Thursday, while in the main office on other errands, I managed to find Mr. R in his office. I asked about gradebook access. He had gotten my email and was going to take care of it. Since I was there, he did it right then. (And I had other questions for him.) 

And, because I knew, I asked the question. When were progress report grades due? 

4 PM. That day. (We were having this conversation at about 2 PM.) 

Yeah. Not going to happen. 

(First I had to set up the gradebooks. Then input the assignments. Then the grades. While I know how to do this, I don't know how to do it well. There's a lot of searching for things and going back to make sure I didn't leave anything out. Grade ranges have to be entered. And that's all before entering their progress report grades into the system.) 

Seriously, the previous sub should have taken care of it. They open the report cards four to five days before they're due, so he could have totally finished that on his way out. But again, he never got the gradebook access, so...

While I felt bad, I knew this one was beyond my control. I let Mr. R know those grades weren't happening. And he understood. 

(How did I know grades were due? Because they always seem to be due when I start a long term. I wrote about it five times in the last three years: one, two, three, four, and five.)

On Friday Ms. S input all of the outstanding grades. It took her all day. She's a rockstar. (Seriously, getting up to speed on this assignment is so much easier with Ms. S there to handle a lot of the administrative tasks that I'm usually scrambling to get under control.) 

Make Work

On Tuesday I got an email from the sub desk. Would I be interested in taking over a long term subbing assignment? Starting tomorrow? 

I mean, better busy than spending too much time in my own head wallowing. 

On Wednesday, I jumped right in. 

My first period was a co-taught class, so I circulated and helped where needed. Then it was time for third period (block schedule). 

And I had nothing. Deep sigh.

The classes are special ed. I had an instructional assistant (IA). She gave the me low down on what the class had covered with the previous sub. As the class started. 

Uh... 

It was a world history class. They had just studied World War II. With no other ideas, I quickly created a Google Classroom for them, threw up some blank slides, and told them to create a presentation about an aspect of WWII. 

Terrible lesson plan. But I'm terrible at winging things, and this was totally winging. But it was something to keep them busy until I could get something set up. 

Deep sigh. 

Why did I take this class again? Yikes.

(The whole thing is a mess. Their teacher, who was hired after the school year started, left the position at the end of the first semester. It's not likely that the school is going to hire a new teacher for them, so they'll have a succession of long term subs until June. 

Oh, and the schedule is a mess. Two co-taught periods. Two periods of sophomore math. Two periods of sophomore world history. It's a weird combination. I mean, I can do this, no problem, but someone didn't plan this well at all.)