Tag: education

  • An Ugly Ex-Boyfriend

    My wife has been watching the Bachelor, and occasionally, they will do a flashback to a part of the contestant’s past that is embarrassing.

    This post is about my ugly ex-boyfriend, Standards.

    In college, I majored in Youth Ministry and Adolescent Studies. I came into my first classroombseventh grade at Edgewood Middle Schoolbas a youth pastor; ready to make friends with my students and receive their respect in return.

    You can probably guess how that panned out.

    That year was the hardest year of my life. I wept during planning period, sometimes at lunch, and even after school. In an attempt to fight back, I yelled, spewing venomous things at my teenagers, who sneered at my inconsistent discipline and became even more defiant and rude. Several times I called my wife or family and was talked off the ledge from quitting.

    When I look back, there is one thing in particular thing that makes me wince.

    Ohhhh!

    Writing Standards

    As a young teacher, I was terrified of calling parents for negative reasons. On the surface, I was uncomfortable calling someone older than me and speaking to them as an authority figure. Deep down dwelled a fear that they would turn the blame back on me, and I’d have no good response. Occasionally, that happened.

    First-Year Vaudrey: Hello… uh… this is Mr. Vaudrey, I’m calling to discuss… um… David’s inappropriate jokes in class.
    Parent
    : Well, David is standing right here, and he says that you laughed when he made that inappropriate joke, so why are you calling me?

    Uh… yeah… but…

    To avoid parent phone calls, I relied heavily on Standards.

    BartSimpsonOpeningScene

    In the opening scene of the Simpsons, Bart is “writing standards”. It’s an old practice, but a great way to keep kids busy.

    Here are four reasons why it’s a terrible idea:

    Number 1: Creates distaste of a Good Thing

    It uses writingbsomething that should be enjoyableband turns it into punishment. Some teachers (many years ago… hopefully) had students copy the dictionary when they were in trouble.

    One wonders how those students feel about reading, writing, and big words after that experience.

    Number 2: It’s Not Not the Worst emphasis on Negative

    Standardsbby designbfeature lots of “I will not…” The copious use of negatives is just ineffective. If I want a student to stop getting out of their seat, the prompt isn’t “Don’t get out of your seat!”, it’s “Stay in your seat.” Many of the standards I assigned began with “I will not…” which populated my class rules with a list ofB “nots”.

    My psychologist sister recommended that my wife and I use “the positive opposite” when talking to our then-2-year-old daughter. The prompt “use gentle touches” is much more effective than “don’t hit.”

    Number 3. It’s a Waste of Time

    Writing standards doesn’t matter. It’s a hamster wheel. It’s a thing to keep student is diligently doing something besides bothering the teacher. Invariably, the students that acted out the most were the ones that needed my attention the most. Standards was a cop-out, a way to say “I don’t give a shitB what you do, as long as it doesn’t bother me.”

    It’s a treadmill, in a class where they should be lifting weights.

    This student was Special Ed, but not yet diagnosed. “Mike” spent about 90 minutes over three lunch periods writing this. Those 90 minutes could have been better spent in tutoring, perhaps learning his multiplication tables.B I took time that could have been used on academics and made his hand cramp.

    Number 4:B The Bravado with Which I Assigned Them

    Oh, how proud I was with my Standards! With increasing regularity, I sent students out of class to do them, pulled them in at lunch, even sent them home as a homework assignment. I bragged to colleagues that “corporal punishment is not dead!” I had a file folder bulging with them by Christmas, when I used them as gift-wrap for my family’s presents. I was so proud of that stack of student discomfortB because it appeared that I was managing my class.

    I was not.

    Instead, I was telling dozens of students, “This is a better use of your time than math.”

     

    Now, several years later, IB never assign standards. When a student needs some time out, I give them a tangle tableB or an assignment that they haven’t finished yet.

    Now, I’m telling them, “You need a break from the class. Use the time productively.”

    Which is what IB want to communicate to them.
    ~Mr. Vaudrey

  • Teacher Report Card

    Ever heard of the John Muir Trail? That (and my wife’s mission trip with her youth group) isB where I’ve been for the last month. Some people have complained, and they need to lighten up.

    Mario: “I think [this class] is fair because everyones idea is respected.”
    Deja: “It’s fun and I can’t wait to get to this class.”
    Sara: “Mr. V grades fairly but is too nice with giving good grades, (not that that’s a bad thing).”
    Jose: “I’m fine with my grade because I know I didn’t try my hardest.”

    These are the kind of student responses that help me form my class for the next year. I read each one, every year.

    The prompt goes something like this:

    “Gentlemen and Ladies, you are going to grade me [pause for incredulous exclamations]. I want to know how to be a better teacher, so you’re going to grade me honestly. And don’t spare my feelings. You must fill out the whole thing.
    You don’t need to put your name at the top–it can be anonymous if you want. I will read every one of these. Also, if you give me all As or all Fs, I’ll know that you didn’t care and I’ll burn it…laughing while I do.”

    As with anything I field a few space-head questions (“Do I put my name on it?” “Can I give you all A’s?”) then turn them loose.

    I change up the questions every year, (the 2012 download is at the bottom of this page) and this year, I used a whole back page for short-response questions.

    Itb�s one last chance for me to squeeze some clarity into their year.
    Itbs one last chance for me to squeeze some clarity into their year.
    I get authentic, unfiltered assessment straight from the horseb�s mouth.
    I get authentic, unfiltered assessment straight from the horsebs mouth.
    Sometimes itb�s cute and flatteringb�&
    Sometimes itbs cute and flatteringb&
    ...sometimes it's sarcastic, but well-mannered*...
    …sometimes it’s sarcastic, but well-mannered*…
    b�&sometimes itb�s legitimate great feedback, andb�&
    b&sometimes itbs legitimate great feedback, andb&
    ...occasionally it's cringeworthy--but necessary--feedback.
    …occasionally it’s cringeworthy–but necessary–feedback.
    Also, they're teenagers. The ones that say I'm not fair are often the ones that got in trouble that week.
    Also, they’re teenagers. The ones that say I’m not fair are often the ones that got in trouble that week.

    I figured this question was a good way to get a quick two-sentence summary, and Ib�ve learned a lot about how students view the b�themeb� of my class.
    I figured this question was a good way to get a quick two-sentence summary, and Ibve learned a lot about how students view the bthemeb of my class.

    RC8

    RC9

    This was just fun.
    This was just fun.

    RC11

    Ah, to be a teenage boy.
    Ah, to be a teenage boy.

    Click here to download the Word Document I used.

    *The “test-day shirt” to which Sara refers is this one, shown here on Crazy Hat Spirit Day (with a student drawing of me wearing it). I wear the Test Shirt every test day (including all 5 State-test days) as a way to lighten the mood for students with test anxiety.

    UPDATE 13 July 2012:

    Andy‘s right; I should mention what I learned from this experience.

    In previous years, I’ve noticed startling trends in theB fairness category. I would consistent low marks when it came to “treating all students the same” or “giving consistent expectations”.B Fortunately, I know the students’ penmanships well enough to ask the class as a whole for further feedback. Some of those chats went like this:

    Vaudrey: A lot of people marked me low for fairness. Why do you think that is?

    (This is about June–most of them are checked out. Or they know me well enough to know that tactfully, respectful criticism will be well-received)

    Maria: Well, sometimes you treat certain students with more second chances.
    Jose: Yeah, like when I got detention for talking during the test, but Jamal talks all the time. (Several students nod).
    Vaudrey: You’re right; that doesn’t sound fair. Anything else?

    If I prove that I won’t get butt-hurt by student feedback, then the class gets a little more bold in their assessments.

    Sarah: Sometimes, your morning breath is really bad.
    Drew: Yeah, like dog crap.
    Vaudrey: Whoa! We’re getting a little carried away. Sarah, thanks for your honesty. Drew, keep in mind that we’re focusing on improving my class, okay? Anybody else?

    In full disclosure, here’s what I learned from this year’s reports:

    • Middle school students have much less to bitch about than high school students.
    • About 15-20% of students would like more explanation on tough topics. Nobody said my teaching pace was too slow.
    • Most of the students liked my class. A few studentsB really liked my class. That felt good.
    • I’m doing a better job of treating all students fairly. (That sample conversation was from a few years back.)
    • For next year, I should teach more closely to the standards, so students see common questions beforeB the test.
    • For next year, I should keep the class under tighter control. In recent years, I’ve slacked on classroom management because I taught seniors. Eighth graders need a little heavier hand.
  • A Math Valentine

    I had a sub on Thursday, and the students’ assignment was a Valentine’s Card using math vocabulary (and the math terms underlined).

    Here are some of the all-stars. Click on the first one to see a slideshow.

    So, I stole a few lines, and here is a letter to my wife, the lovely and talented Andrea Vaudrey (with the math terms underlined):

    To my Valentine:
    Our love is like an irrational equation; it can’t be simplified.
    You are a factor of my life.
    If we distribute our love, we can be together forever. Together, we make a perfect square.
    I love you like a coefficient loves its variable.
    You are the square to my root, the solution to all of my equations. The slope of my love for you is ever increasing.
    We fit together like coordinates on an axis.
    You are the solution to my New Year’s resolution. Our love is a slope that increases with all my hope that is so dope.
    I less than three you.
    For my love, like pi, is neverending.

    Happy Valentime’s Day.

    ~Matt

    UPDATE February 20, 2012: Thanks to Scoop.it for featuring this post, and for opening my eyes to what a fabulous online magazine you are.

    UPDATE February 11, 2013:B And here’s the B Math Valentines Card GuideB thatB I used. I’d give credit… if I knew where I got it.

  • Nancy’s Christmas Gift

    (Names and details have been changed for confidentiality.)

    bb&and was recently examined for ADHD.b

    I lean back at my desk withB relief and close the e-mail. I wonder if she got prescribed anything. Maybe that will calm her down.

    Thatbs the problem with students like Nancybthey really challenge your teaching philosophy.

    On the one side, I want all of my students to succeed and learn Algebra in my class. On the other hand, I would secretly love for a test to render Nancy a bSpecial-Edb label, so she could have an aide to supervise her, or (even easier) get her out of my class. About 92% of me wants her to succeed in my class with no help.

    But that 8% of meb& oh, I hope for a release from her yelling, leaving her desk, poking other students, standing next to me during a lesson with her hand up, and other impulsive middle-schooler behaviors. But that 8% is present in every one of my sighs, every exasperated response, and every time I rub my temples as she asks, bMr. Vaudrey, am I annoying?b

    Yes, Nancy. Yes.

    You annoy me and every other student in the class when you call out to them across the room during a test, when you ask questions to people who arenbt even looking at you, and especially when you monitor whobs next for the bathroom pass. Youbre annoying when you proclaim that youbll buy students expensive birthday gifts, but never follow through.

    Itbs annoying, even though Ibm pretty sure your mom is unemployed, and your promise to buy Brandon an iPad is all pomp to mask the shame.

    Nancybs mom is baffled at how to control her. There are rumors that she has Nancy stand in the corner for hours at a time just so she can have some peace. The staff at school isnbt sure where Dad is, but we know that the family doesnbt have much money. Nancy waited weeks to get glasses and didnbt bring any of the four items she promised for the class party.

    So itbs Thursday before Winter Break. Nancy comes to my class before school starts.

    bGood morning, Nancy. Youbre about 5 hours early to class.b

    She smiles, shuffles her feet and avoids eye contact. bUmb& Mr. Vaudrey? Likeb& my mom works at Nordstrombs andb& umb& I didnbt know what to get youb& sob& umb& like, web& uh. We got you this.b She holds out a small, unassuming gift bag with a bent tag and a card. To: Mr. Vaudrey. From: Nancy.

    bThank you, Nancy! This is the first gift Ibve gotten this year. Thank you very much.b I shake her hand and hold the gift still, hoping to signal to her that itbs polite to leave after you give a gift. She gets the hint and clumps off to first period in her too-big shoes.

    Back behind my desk, I open the card first, like the good boy my mother raised. The card, written in Nancybs pointed scrawl says, bMr. Vaudrey thank you very much for help me in my work and helping me be a good person inclass.b

    I peel back the tissue paper. Inside the bag are cologne samples from Nordstrombs.

    From a low-income family who wanted to give a gift to their daughterbs teacher.

  • First Day of School

    B 7:25 a.m. August 10th, 2011

    Ibm dazed. Feel like Ibm dehydrated, but I know Ibm not. My mouth is dry and my tongue has the bitter taste that one gets before throwing up. I had to pull over in Etiwanda to have an emergency bathroom break and my stomach continues to curdle.

    All this after four years of teaching, the first day of year fivebyear fivebin the classroom, and 25 thirteen-year-olds still make me nervous on the first day of school.

    And this morning felt like I was force-feeding myself. Every bite of granola I had to wash down with apple juice.

    Since I was a kid, Ibve gotten anxious before big events. I can recall having to pull over on the way to the city-wide 12K when I was in middle school. Recently, when I climbed Mt. San Gorgonio, I had to squat in the snow on the side of highway 38 and wipe with snow.

    It was tingly.

    I wonder if taking something would make these days easier. Ibd still be anxious, but at least I wouldnbt need to pull over at a Shell station to take care of some business.

    And now Ibm about to arrive to work 20 minutes later than I wanted to get there. Itbs not badbI only have a few things left to do that will probably take about five minutes before students arrive. But still, itbs a bit nerve-wracking.

    7:42 a.m.

    The new job didnbt become real until I arrived on campus and heard the first pre-teen girl hugging her friend and creaming bOmigaaaaaawd! How was your summerrrrrrrr?b

    Up until then, I thought Hey, I got offered a new job, I might take it.

    Or This job sounds real good, itbs got high pay. Maybe I should check it out.

    Itbs now my new job; I work at Mountain View Middle School.

    I am Mr. Vaudrey. The math teacher.

    4:47 p.m.

    This morning, I saw a pack of boys as I walked by, and they gave me bthe eyeb.

    I used to see bthe eyeb when I was a student in middle school, and packs sought to pick on me. It means that the pack is sizing you up for weaknesses, seeing if they can pick on you to make themselves feel better. Even though Ibm now older and smarter and bigger and stronger than they are, I still get the eye because theybre in a pack and Ibm by myself.

    Just after I pass them, I hear one of the pack yell, bHey, you a teacher?b

    And I know the game. I know theybre looking for a way to bend me around their will, and thus, take some of the power from me, the teacher. So without stopping, I turn slightly and say bYep.b

    bWell, whatbs your name?b Now the whole pack is watching.

    I quickly turn around and beckon the vocal student to walk with me. bWhat?b I beckon again and keep walking.

    I know that, if I stop walking, then he is the cause of my stop. It sounds trivial. It sounds like nothingbbut then he just made a teacher do something. He was in control, he bent the grown-up to his will.

    I can hear him scampering behind me and as I round a corner of a building, he tries again, bWait! Whatbs your name?b

    I wave again and say, bWalk with me.b

    He looks back at his friends, looks at me, and says, bNaw, Ibm okay.b And returns to the pack.

    I continue to my class and permit myself a smug grin. I won.