Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Ten Things about JC

Looks who turns double digits today - JC is ten!
Ten things I love about JC:

1. He is kind and caring. (Remember the pillows he put at the bottom of the stairs so that if I fell, I would have a soft landing?)

2. He is faithful and loves to go to church.

3. He is thoughtful. Whenever he is at my home, he pitches in to help me without being asked.

4. He loves to climb Prophet's Rock - one of my favorite things to do with him, even though when he gets to the top, I get nervous!

5. He has a tremendous sense of fun - marshmallow shooters, anyone?

6. Whenever I visit him, he spends time with me by his own choice.

7. He loves his family.

8. We share a love for all thing Star Wars.

9. He explains his Lego creations for me and draws me pictures.

10. He tells me he loves me.

I love you, buddy! Happy Birthday!!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

More Spring Break Fun

Today I drove down to Indianapolis (on my newly repaired tire) to visit my sister, Jenny, and sew some curtains for her - a Christmas present from me. I used lace my Grandmother Martin (Mimmy) had given me when Craig and I got married. She used to work in the fabric section of a department store in Terre Haute, and she would buy tons of fabric when it went on sale. When I was expecting Sarah in 1977, Mimmy brought me lots of that fabric to use to sew maternity clothes.

In that fabric was a beautiful lace - yards and yards of it. I've kept it, hoping to find a use for it, but I never had a project that was quite right. So, when Jenny mentioned that she needed new curtains in her home (a beautiful 1900s home in Irvington, home of former Butler professors), I told her I would sew them as a Christmas gift. I showed her the fabric, and she loved it.

We did panels for her French doors in the dining room and then a long panel for an unusual rectangular window in the same room.



Spring Break Traditions

Two things I always do when it is spring break - clean and SHOP. And not necessarily in that order... (Although this year I did do some major cleaning first on Saturday.)

Monday I ran errands.

Tire fixed? (A nail and a screw pulled out. Thank you, Hoosier Heartland construction!) Check!

Stop at Target to see if I could find some sheets Ashley is looking for? (And a new hairbrush. And a new comb. And some cute Easter plates.)  Check!

Drive near the new Church building and look at its progress? Check!

And since I was out by the mall, and I need new black sandals, stop there? CHECKCHECKCHECK!!!

The fruits of my labor:

 See, I did get those black sandals!
 But I drooled over these - they will go with so many of my teaching outfits.
And these!! I needed some new casual shoes for jeans and capris. I also need slip-ons as tying my shoes is difficult with my knee and hip. These fit the bill perfectly!

Thank you, Dansko! I love your shoes and how they make my feet feel!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Why Didn't You Help Me?

As a teacher, I frequently reflect on my own teaching, and work hard to make sure I am treating children right in addition to doing my best to educate them. Part of that reflection has included remembering past teachers, and how they made me feel, for better or for worse.

There has always been one teacher who has stood out in my mind as the poorest teacher I ever had. Well, actually, he was probably a good teacher, but not for me. I struggled in his Math class; I was totally lost. And yet never once did he offer to help, to work with me, to explain things better.

Could I have asked him? Certainly! But as a sophomore in high school, I was terribly awkward and painfully shy. I did not want to draw attention to myself for any reason, and certainly not when I was afraid I would look stupid to other students. And so I sat through his class, day after day, not understanding anything. How I managed to not fail is beyond me.

Over the years, I have felt some anger toward this teacher. I know how crucial it is to reach out to the strugglers, to those who are not comprehending in your classroom. It is your responsibility as their teacher.

Many times I have wanted to ask this man, "Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you reach out to me as a good teacher should?"

An insight into his indifference came a couple of years ago. One of the teachers I work with mentioned her father was a retired Math teacher and had been tutoring the Purdue men's basketball team. "But that didn't last long," she laughed. "They were too dumb. He has no patience for those who don't get it. He only wants to teach those who understand."

Turns out her father was my former Math teacher, and her comment was revealing as to why he had ignored me and the struggles I was having. (No doubt I wasn't the only one, but as shy as I was at the time, I hid my own struggles from my classmates and was equally unaware of theirs.)

For the first time since graduating from high school in 1975, I saw this man tonight. Craig and I went to TC's in Battleground for dinner, and my friend was across the dining room. She waved us over, so we stopped at her table to say "hello." Her father was with them.

I recognized him right away, even though so many years had passed. Nearly deaf now, he had a hard time hearing my friend so she had to speak very loudly as she introduced me to him. She knew I had been his student, although I have never told her how he treated me and that, in my opinion, he was the worst teacher I ever had.

My former teacher did not recognize me or my name. "I can't remember that far back," he said in a gruff voice, and put his head down and continued eating.

Honestly, I was not surprised. He had never noticed me much in his class, and 36 years have passed. I was actually more interested in my OWN reaction to seeing him. While I would not have asked him that burning question I've had all these years, Why didn't you help me?, not after all this time - what would be the point? But I have wondered how I would feel should I ever run into him.

Well, I didn't feel much at all. No anger, no dismay, no contempt. Not even pity. Just... nothing.

I hope that, 36 years down the road when my students run into me, they don't want to ask me why I never helped them, and that they don't feel anger or even apathy toward me. I hope they are glad to see me, and that their memories are that of a teacher who cared about them and did her best to meet their needs, be they academic, social, or emotional.

Never, ever do I want them to wonder, "Why didn't you help me?"

Perhaps this former teacher actually taught me one of the best lessons I ever learned.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Thinking and Perspective

One thing I have learned from teaching gifted children is that many of them see the world differently than others do, and that what seems like a straight forward question can elicit unanticipated questions from them. Case in point during a 5th grade Math test:

The problem had several aspects to it, including measuring several angles. The final question was to find the difference between the two angles, meaning to subtract the smaller angle's measurement from the larger one's. But the way the question was actually worded caused my students to raise their hands and ask me about it.


"What is the difference between the angles?"

Some thought it might be asking them to describe how the angles differ (i.e. one is a straight angle, the other an obtuse angle.) They were fully aware that "difference" meant to subtract, but there were parts on the test that asked the children to identify and compare the angles. Coming off those questions, they wanted to be absolutely sure that the question was asking them to subtract.

Although I did not happen to write this particular test question, I have found it difficult to come up with my own tests where the questions' meanings are crystal clear for these kiddos!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Spring! Spring! Spring!

"Spring! Spring! Spring! It was spring. The leaves burst out. The flowers burst out. And robins burst out of their eggs. It was spring."
Home for a Bunny by Marguerite Wise Brown

Those words from that Little Golden Book, a favorite from my childhood, ran through my mind early this morning. I stepped outside to get the newspaper, and saw this:
 My crocuses are blooming!
And the daffodils are pushing up.
These are my hyacinths. Look closely and you can see the buds in the centers.
More daffodils. These are almost ready to bloom.
 I love the purple color on these crocuses.
This old turtle has been in my garden for years - I even remember Duffy sniffing around him, so you know it is old. (Duffy died in 2000.)
Old-fashioned "outhouse" lilies that I planted last summer. They came from King's Hill Riding Stable in West Lafayette.
Yet another cluster of crocuses.
A stepping stone with Zeus' paw prints that I made with my friend, Pam's, help in 2007. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Dr. DeWoody Does DNA

(How's that for an alliteration??)

One of my "five year families" is the DeWoody clan. They are some of the nicest people on earth, and I have enjoyed having their daughters in my classroom the past five years.

Andrew, the father, is a professor here at Purdue in biology, and does research on salamander DNA. He offered two years ago to come show my class how to extract DNA from either a strawberry or their own bodies. It was a FABULOUS learning activity, and so I was delighted when I asked him last month if he would come again and he responded, "I was hoping you would invite me back!" And, he said he would do both strawberries and human DNA for us!

 We began by watching an educational song about DNA - rap style.
 Next, Dr. DeWoody showed the children how to extract DNA from a ripe strawberry. Apparently, it is very easy to extract strawberries' DNA, and they have more than people do! Humans have 6 feet of DNA in each cell, while strawberries have 14 to 16 feet. 
 The final step in the extraction and isolation process for a strawberry.
Laura Wilson, one of my afternoon aides, prepares test tubes for each student.
Dr. DeWoody demonstrates how to extract our own DNA - no needles necessary! We would use a saline solution and swish it in our mouths for 30 seconds to loosen and collect cells.

Two years ago, we had had a treat of Oreos just before we began, and it really interfered with this part of the process. Andrew emailed me before he arrived, warning me to avoid Oreos this time!
Thirty one students swishing saline solution for all they're worth for thirty seconds. (The sound they made during this part of the procedure made me smile.)

 And..... SPIT!
Back into the test tubes we spat the saline wash, hopefully with a collection of cells from the insides of our mouths. Even though this was a classroom of children, they were leery of spitting. Who'd have thought that would be a problem??

The next step was to add a soapy solution (we used Palmolive) and then gently rock the tube back and forth for two minutes. This served to separate the DNA from the tissue. Rough shaking would have caused it to break into such tiny particles that the DNA would not be able to be seen.
 The final step - gently extricating the blob or strand of DNA, putting it in an empty tube, and putting isopropyl alcohol in it as a preservative. 
 The children can save their test tube of DNA indefinitely, and putting it in the freezer really extends its preservation. Dr. DeWoody said that several students who did this with me two years ago still have their tubes in their freezers! (Well, I have my hip - the head of my right femur - in a jar in the closet, so I guess I can't say anything about that, right?!)
Finally we discussed the application of extracting DNA and how Dr. DeWoody used it in his research to track salamander families.

We spent two hours on this project, and the children are still talking about it. And best of all, even though the last DeWoody child leaves my classroom in May, Andrew approached me and offered to come back in two more years when I am teaching the topic in Science again.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Happy Pi Day!

We celebrated Pi Day in my classroom yesterday (the date was 3.14, get it?) The children brought in an assortment of round treats from home - pretzel rounds, cookies, M&Ms, donuts, etc. - and we did some activities regarding Pi including watching "American Pi, a song written by a physics teacher that is on YouTube.

 A snapshot of some of our round snacks.
 And some more...
My favorite - homemade garlic rolls baked in the symbol of Pi!

Since I have Pi to 30 digits about the Eno board, and the children have pencils with Pi to a large number of digits on it, I knew some of them had memorized Pi to at least that far. So, a few days in advance of the party, I told them that we would have a voluntary contest to see who could memorize Pi to the furthest digit. The prize? A homemade pie made by me.

I was astounded at how many children worked to memorize the number. We had some who knew it to 40, 50, and even 60 places! But Naveen was the winner - 101 digits of Pi memorized! Wow!

She's going to let me know what she wants for her pie today. And the children who made an effort to memorize got a surprise reward - homework late passes from me.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Earthquake/Tsunami in Japan

Friday there was an 8.9 earthquake in Japan that triggered a tsunami with 30 foot waves in some places. The tsunami  swept over Hawaii and hit Oregon and California. Northern Japan is a mess, and initial reports are that thousands may be dead. And, several nuclear power plants are in danger of having core meltdowns. Truly a tragedy.


just read on my church's web site that all but 8 missionaries in the Sendai region of Japan have been accounted for. The church is continuing to try to contact those 8.


As the mom of three former missionaries who sent her sons out to Chile, Brasil, and Russia, I remember how fervently I prayed that my sons would come home safely. I knew they were in the Lord's hands and doing a good thing, but I also knew that His plans for them could differ from mine. For six years, constantly at the back of my mind, was a prayer for my boys.


My heart is just breaking for those 8 moms who do not know if their son is safe or not. I can only imagine how they are feeling right now. 


I am putting out a plea for prayers. For the missing missionaries, and for their mothers and families. (Certainly prayers for the Japanese and others swept up in this tragedy goes without saying.) Please, if those reading my blog could remember them, this mama would appreciate it.


How thankful I am that my sons came home alive and well after their missionary service. I pray the missing 8 will be found alive, and if not, that somehow their mothers will be able to endure.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Star Wars - It's Getting Hoth in Here

I love Star Wars, and found this online via a friend. Enjoy!

By Michele H.

And this:

By Brandi M.

And even this:

via

A snowboarding Wookiee:


I love it!


This little cutie has the coolest horsie in the universe:

via @DarthVader, by Migpix


Sunday, March 6, 2011

Reference to My Mama!

It makes me smile to be grading the students' Indiana Independent Studies and find one of my mother's books listed in a bibliography as a reference:

Martin, Fern H., and Woods, Paula A. Greater Lafayette: A Pictorial History. St. Louis, Missouri: G. Bradley Publishing, Inc. 1994

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Generosity

I have had five families' children for five years in straight in my classroom. (No, I didn't flunk them -  I had the five older siblings for 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade, and the five younger siblings for 4th and 5th!)

Obviously, you know the families well and they know you well after all that time together. They are wonderful people, and I have been blessed to know them and their children.

One of the parents, Kelly, is a professor of economics here at Purdue. She is a very generous person - in fact, she's the parent that arranged two weeks of meals for me when I had my knee replaced in December. She has come in and taught a fun online stock market simulation with my students, bought me fifty (yes, fifty!!) white binders when I inherited fifty gifted educational units from another gifted teacher who was retiring, and more. She bought thirty matryoshka doll sets one year when we were studying The Nutcracker and Russia. She bought many literature sets from Scholastic when the 4/5 class was first opened and I had no materials and little budget money. If you need something, Kelly is willing to help out.

Needless to say, since she has been so generous, I do not want to ask her for anything else. But yesterday I was at the Scholastic Book Fair, trying to see if I could arrange the purchase of twenty-five The Westing Game books for my classroom.

"I am sorry, Scholastic does not carry them," I was told by the volunteer at the cash register.

"Carry what?" said Kelly's voice behind me. She had just arrived to serve a shift at the fair, and unbeknownst to me, was standing behind me. "I'll buy them for you, no problem," she said when she heard what I was looking for.

Well, I felt chagrined that yet again Kelly might be shelling out money for my classroom and I told her so. She told me to think about it and that she was more than happy to purchase a set for me. And, she offered to come in again and teach her fabulous economics unit complete with the stock market game!

Wouldn't you know, an email popped up in my inbox several hours later. Kelly had found the books and was offering to buy them. I have accepted, but I also told her I was going to see if I could write a grant for the books and then reimburse her for them. That way I would feel better about allowing her to buy even more materials for my classroom.

What a generous woman Kelly is! And children are benefiting from her largess and will continue to do so long after her own children have left my classroom.

I have said it many times, but it is true... I am blessed to teach at Hershey and to have such wonderful families!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Don't Cry Wolf!

There is wisdom in the old story about the little boy who cried wolf. Sadly, a former Hershey student has learned that the hard way.

When I first came to Hershey and taught the 2/3 gifted class, there was a second grade student who quickly became known by all the teachers. She was always complaining that her finger hurt, she'd bumped her knee and needed ice, she was hot, she was tired.... Rarely was she really ill or in need of care. Why did she do it? I don't know - her home life was very complicated and she was a very unhappy girl with few friends.

I moved up to the 4/5 class, and this girl progressed through the grades. Last year she was a 5th grader so I once again saw her frequently, and things had not changed. She constantly complained, wanted to go to the nurse for a variety of reasons, and so on. It was very difficult to tell when she truly was in need of care and when she was just doing it for the attention.

This year she is a 6th grader at East Tipp and the behaviors continued there. After a while, that school's faculty came to realize that most of it was attention seeking behavior and that rarely was she really ill, or in pain, etc.

Apparently Tuesday she complained about not feeling well, enough so that the school nurse let her sit in a wheelchair while at school. When the girl went home at the end of the day, she lost control of her bladder. She was rushed to a local hospital, then transfered to Riley Hospital in Indianapolis. Tests showed she had three aggressive cancerous tumors, one wrapped around her spine and inoperable, another in her lung, and I do not remember where the third one is. After surgery on one of the tumors, she was taken to St. Jude's Hospital in Tennessee.

We are all saddened by the news. Naturally you begin to wonder if one of those times she was complaining there was some merit in it. But because she complained throughout the day each and every day, about trivial things as well as normal childhood malaises, no one at school (or apparently at home) could tell for certain if she was just seeking attention or truly feeling badly . If the parents couldn't tell if it was real or not, the teachers couldn't tell the difference, nor could the school nurse.... could we have done more? Been more aware?

Questions we are all asking ourselves as we wait to hear how she is doing.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Testing Foibles

It's ISTEP week (one of two for the year) and my class has been taking the state mandated tests each morning. Since my students are gifted and talented, I don't have the usual worries teachers have such as, "Are they ready?" or "Will they do well?"

No, my worries are, "Will they focus?" "Will they read the question as intended, or will they respond to it in a manner the test writers never dreamed of because the kiddos can have such unusual perspectives?" "Will they rush and make careless mistakes?" And so on.

I have noticed that often you find intellects that are sky-high are coupled with an inability to focus or remember. (Think the absent-minded professor stereotype.) And this year I have a boatload of little absent-minded professors. Fun to teach, but they are disorganized, rush their work so they can get on with what they are interested in, etc.

After a week's worth of testing, here are three instances of this l'il absent-minded professor syndrome:

1) I have to read aloud the test instructions verbatim. On one test, the instructions say, "You may print or use cursive." The children questioned me on that because I always make them use cursive, so we spent a little time as a class discussing and clarifying that, YES, YOU MAY PRINT ON THE ISTEP.

Midway through the test, Nick raised his hand and asked me, "Can I print on the test?"

::sigh::

Now I am positive he was tuned out during the instructions. What else did he not hear?

2) Jacob is brilliant, but he detests work. For two years I have been trying to get him to slow down, do quality work, and check his work when completed. Oh, and to remember to put his name on the paper. (This boy is a 5th grader - that skill should have been in place long ago.)

Jacob was ill today, so while the other children were testing, I flipped through Jacob's booklet to see how he had done. I turn to the BIG writing section. A whole page is allotted for planning, and then 5 pages for writing.

His plan for his essay? "Write what comes to mind."

That's it! That's all he wrote to plan for his essay! Grrrrr...

So I turned to his written portion. Five pages to write on, and he writes a paragraph. Oh. My. He's not going to do well.

Finally, I turn to the short answer section. I find a spot where they are to read a passage, circle a word that describes best what the passage is talking about, and then use that word in a short answer explaining why they chose that particular word.

More reason to sigh.... Jacob wrote two sentences in his response, and used the word. But then he changed his mind, erased the word, and circled the other. Unfortunately, he forgot to write the new word in the spot where he had erased. Sweetie, if you had CHECKED YOUR WORK like the directions say (and like I tell you on every class assignment) you would have caught that major goof. Now his response has neither word and so the answer is wrong.

3) Finally, there is Zach. Zach is quietly brilliant. He rarely speaks and has to be drawn into class discussions. He prefers to remain inside his own mind and often has no clue what we are talking about, so I have to work to ensure he is listening and knows what to do when we get to work. I have also learned, though, that when Zach says something without being prompted, it is well worth listening to.

So when he approached me this afternoon, I turned immediately and gave him my full attention. "I've been thinking," he began, not an unusual way for Zach to begin a conversation. "I was thinking during the ISTEP..."

And my heart sank. Thinking during the ISTEP? Well, if he's thinking ABOUT the ISTEP during the ISTEP, that's okay. But knowing Zach, I was sure he wasn't thinking about the Social Studies test he took today. And I was right.

"I was thinking about fractions." (See??) " I realized that when you have two equivalent fractions and you switch the diagonal digits, you still have equivalent fractions."

I admit I was intrigued at this point despite my dismay that he was thinking about fractions during the Social Studies ISTEP.

"Give me two equivalent fractions and I will show you," he continued.

Wow, he was RIGHT. I have never seen anything like what Zach came up with. Here's an example:

2   and   4
4            8  

Switch the diagonal digits so you have:

8   and  4
4           2

Both fractions reduce to 2 and thus are still equivalent. We played with some other equivalent fractions, and it worked every time.

Despite my dismay at Zach's inattention during today's test, I admit I was pretty impressed and proud of him for discovering this on his own. And, I think tomorrow we will play with this as a class and see if the kiddos can come up with why it works.

So... week one of the ISTEP is completed, and I have until the end of April to get my l'il professors focused and ready for round two!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Trinity Turns Eight!

Sunday was Trinity's 8th birthday, and we were lucky enough to have her and her family here with us for the big day - in fact, the whole weekend!

 In our home, you get to choose the menu for your birthday dinner. Trinity wanted stroganoff on rice, mashed potatoes, cheese bread, and broccoli for dinner.
 She opened presents on Saturday and Sunday. Lucky girl!
 Arni's pizza, lasagna, salad, Aunt Emily's zucchini bread, and homemade Challah bread were what we ate Saturday night. Our family went through 5 large pizzas!
Great Grandma Martin stands ready to help with the beverages.
 Uncle Cole and Aunt Emily came up from Tennessee for the weekend.
 Uncle Curt and Aunt Vanessa live here in town, but it's always a treat when they stop by.
Even Lilly, Trinity's American Girl doll, got in on the festivities and had her own piece of birthday cookie!

Happy Birthday, Trinity! Many happy more! xoxoxox