Showing posts with label teach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teach. Show all posts

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Day 80: Signing baby

I think I've written about this a few times, but have never really addressed it as the subject of my blog. I have taught my daughter to sign. It never occurred to me that people think it is strange, but this last week, several people have given me crazy looks or been like that's awesome!

It is pretty great. I am able to talk to her in a way that I wouldn't have for another year or so. She's been able to tell me what she needs or wants for months, and her vocabulary is starting to grow rapidly as her fine motor skills improve. She was trying to imitate several signs today.

My aunt is an interpreter for the deaf and I learned the sign alphabet when I was 9?ish. My mother-in-law is a speech pathologist/therapist so she signs. I had a deaf friend in college, so I learned more sign. I don't know where exactly I picked up the idea to teach children sign, but I read it somewhere. I bought my sister a baby sign book when the twins were born and taught them a couple of signs.

When we adopted Lil Bit, I planned to teach her signs. I started around 6 months, but she didn't start signing back until around 8 months. The first sign I really worked with her on was "more." I planned to teach her words that would allow her to tell me what she wanted. Babies cry because they want things and can't tell us what they want, so the first signs I tried to teach her were more and finished.

She is now almost 13 months old and has a vocabulary around 5-10 words. She can say please, more, finished, eat, dog, phone, cracker, again, owie, and we're working on cereal, change, thank you, mommy, daddy, and no. Her favorite sign is for cracker. She uses cracker for most food, but I'm not picky. I'm trying to teach her the proper words for cookies and cereal instead of just cracker, but they are much harder for her little fingers. The trick is to do the sign consistently and one day, she'll use it back when she can and is ready. Based on her baby babble, the signs are going to be useful for quite awhile.

My baby can tell me she is hungry or is full. She is even able to use some manners although she alternates between please and tantrums as both are equally effective. She can communicate her wants and needs to an extent that most children her age can't, which means she cries less, gets frustrated less. And that makes me a happier mommy.

You might be wondering, how do you teach your infant sign language. Well, find a good baby sign book and learn the words I've mentioned here. More is the easiest first sign because it is a cause and effect. I say the word more, while doing the sign, and give her more. I did this a few days every time she ate. Then I would take her hands and do the sign and then give her more. The goal was to teach her what the word more meant and that by signing more she could get more.

It isn't magic. It took months of doing this at every meal before she used it on her own. But once she understood that what she was doing was getting her something, she was hooked. Like I said before, she loves to say cracker, but what she is really saying is that she's hungry. When she signs cracker, I feed her. Let me add that Lil Bit has always been fed on demand, never on a schedule, so she self regulates her appetite. She doesn't ask for food unless she is hungry. She still doesn't have the dexterity to say drink, but we're working on it. I am a little slow and she has to stand in front of me and whine for five minutes before I can figure out if she's hungry, tired, wet, poopy or finally, thirsty.

Of course, I'm trying to juggle everything with also dumping bottles and starting to introduce the potty. She is doing pretty good with no more bottles. We don't even do one at night anymore. But she is not drinking as much out of the sippy cups, so we're transitioning and she needs to learn the words drink or milk so I know what she wants.

I would highly recommend signing to every new or expecting mom. If you even do just a few words, the benefits far outweigh efforts. I can't tell you the joy that lights up her face when she knows I understand her. Here is a site that seems to be pretty good to get you started - Signing Savvy. Good luck. 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Day 103: Rain

Sorry Blogger was down for so long. I don't know what happened. One of my blogs got eaten. I will try to rewrite it. I don't remember what I said, exactly, but I will try to recreate most of it.

I am a high school teacher, but yesterday I felt more like a babysitter or zoo keeper. Our society has changed rules for acceptable behavior. Respect for authority is out the window. Teenagers are not just poorly behaved, they truly don't understand how to talk to anyone. Rules of conversation have flown the coop. I don't know if it is my classes this year or my age or having to leave my baby daughter everyday or being so exhausted. I just am reaching an end to my tolerance for awful behavior. 

I started teaching to help kids grow and change. I see things and connections and wanted to help kids be able to use what I see to be stronger students, better readers, eloquent writers, better people. I love the moment the lightbulb goes off, the flash of understanding that crosses a young face. I started teaching for those moments, but have found few of those moments this year. 

Maybe I watch too many movies. I wanted to be the teacher in Stand and Deliver, Dangerous Minds, Mr. Holland's Opus, Freedom Writers. Instead I feel like I'm waiting for June. I used to love coming into school, everyday was an adventure. It hurts my heart. I miss the teaching. I know what I'm missing when I see my daughter learning and putting ideas together. I literally laugh out loud when she gets something I am trying to teach her. 

Last night, we finally got some desperately needed rain. Lil Bit heard the pinging of the rain in the chimney against the flue. She looked around quizzically trying to figure out what that noise was and from where it was coming. It occurred to me that she hadn't seen rain in so long, the word probably didn't have any meaning for her. I picked her up and took her outside to see it rain. 

Silvery drops trickled down off the porch awning onto the ground. The air rumbled and flashes of light glittered in the distance. I took her hand and stretched it out into the cool rivulets pouring onto the patio. Tiny ice droplets raced down her hand. Her eyes widened and she almost panicked. It was so cold.
Then I smiled and laughed and she touched it again. I could see the wheels in her head turning, water . . . rain is water. 

Then she stretched out her chubby little fingers into the rain, giggling, and ended up just quietly soaking in the rain and getting soaking in the rain. It poured down her arm and splashed on her face. Her face lit up with simple joy, contentment. It was so sweet to see her learn and understand something and just relish something so simple as the rain.

It was a sweet, pure moment with my daughter. I wish someone could have taken a picture. I almost cried because her dad missed it. Missing her first birthday was hard, but these sweet little moments I think are harder. The first time she understands a new word or idea and her eyes open and a look of pride swells her little chest when I laugh and clap for her, just blows me away. I wish I got that feeling from my students more often.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Day 194: What Teachers Make

I had a rough week. Nothing worse than usual as far as my job, but I am getting tired and run down. Too much to do and not enough time. Parent contacts and kids who don't do homework break my spirit. When my principal sent out this email this afternoon, and it made me remember I am special to 130 or so kids each year and a few each year still think I am pretty special even as they graduate high school, college, get married, have children or just want to be my friend.



The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.
He argued,"What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his Best
option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: 
"Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach."
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie.
Be honest. What do you make?"

Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You
want  To know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)

"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make
a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents
can't Make them sit for 5 without an iPod, Game Cube or movie rental...

You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at Each and
every person at the table.)

I make kids wonder. I make them question. I make them criticize. I make
Them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write.
I make them read, read, read. I make them show all their work in math.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to
know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag,
because we live in the United States of America.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were
given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)


"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up
high And pay no attention because they are ignorant...

Do you want to know what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
What do you make?
"

So for every student I have ever had let me say -  If just once you heard my voice in your head before you did something stupid, even if you did it anyway; If just once you heard some idea or quote you recognized because you heard me say it or better yet, I made you read it; if just once you knew someone could care enough to be moved to tears with love and concern for you other than your parents; if I made you excited to be alive and capable of learning something; If I inspired you to love being educated or pushing yourself to be your best, then this is why I teach.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Day 208: Back to school

Being absent as a teacher is a double-edged sword. While a break or a change of scenery is always appreciated, no one (or very few) can do the job while I am away. I have had a few substitute teachers in my career who were excellent and did an amazing job of teaching, not just babysitting. Most substitutes though are at best decent babysitters. Even a certified teacher of my subject matter would find it challenging to jump in and understand what we were doing.

I was absent two days for training and one day for my near death experience (dramatization disclaimer). I came back and knew I was pretty much going to have to start all over from scratch with my students. I did. I am really struggling this year so far with students who are so far from functional that I don't know what to do with them. I give directions and five minutes into an activity a student will be sitting there staring at a blank piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" I ask, mostly rhetorically.
"Nothing," she answers.
"Why not?" I reply frustrated.
"I don't know what we're doing. I mean what are we supposed to do?" she exclaims snarkily.

At this point, she's been sitting there doing nothing, rather than ask me to explain the directions again. Flummoxed, I try to contain my frustration. She is probably more frustrated than I am and needs me to treat her with kindness instead of anger. Still feeling sickly and overwhelmed at work and home, managing my emotions is tough.

I feel like instead of English, I am having to teach basic social skills. I have 16 year olds to whom I have to direct teach raising hands and taking turns, asking questions for clarification, bringing pencils. When I think about trying to also teach vocabulary, spelling, reading, literature, listening, public speaking, writing, and grammar; it flabbergasts me.

I am racing through curriculum, feeling that at best I am skimming the surface of what I used to cover in depth. My students seem less and less prepared to face the future each year. Today, the assignment was to read a standard rental agreement and answer a few questions about it. They read it and answered the questions once already, but today I used some of the strategies I learned at my conference. I had one class rise to the challenge, but many of my students would have gotten evicted if this had been for real.

I wanted to impress upon them a real world example of the importance of reading. I don't know that they grasped the concept.  I felt so demoralized by the end of the day. It didn't help that one of our assistant principals came in to lecture some of us about having too high a failure rate.

No Child Left Behind has to be the worst decision that has ever graced public education. Forcing everyone and every school to improve at a fixed permanent rate, has led to a lot of artificial inflating of grades and pushing kids through. I worry so much about how they will function outside of my classroom. I see them barely able to read, write, with very little work ethic and I can't imagine the future.

I came home depressed and again, my itty bitty Lil Bit, who is getting to be less lil, cheered me up. She was in her jumperoo just giggling. She was almost bouncing herself out of her seat and giggling until she snorted. I finally sat in front of her and laughed with her. I can't solve the problems of the world. I can barely solve my own problems. But I can love her. Today, that may be the only thing I got right, but after playing with her for giggling hours that led her to crawl into my arms and snuggle, I know I have been doing that right.