Tag: teenagers

  • 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.

  • I should probably explain…

    In my job, I banter with students quite a bit. I record a lot of their chatter on my computer–it makes for good writing later.

    Avery: None of the solutions work!
    Vaudrey: You have to show your work on paper. Paper is smarter than your brain.
    Daniel: Nuh-uh! Paper is made out of trees and trees arenbt smart.
    Vaudrey: I know that, I mean your brain is smarter on paper.
    Victor: Your brain canbt get out of your body or you die.

    Mark: Mr. Vaudrey, I heard about this guy on the History channel who ran, um, from San something all the way to LA without stopping. It was like three marathons in a row.
    Nymnh: Duh, itbs called Forrest Gump.
    Vaudrey: Forrest Gump is a fictional story.
    Nymnh: No! Then why is there Bubba Gump Shrimp Company?

    This particular short post isn’t about those, however. On Wednesday (before Nancy’s Christmas gift on Friday), Jasmine came into my class and said, “I brought the shirt!”

    Now before you write angry comments about what a terrible person I am, there is a backstory:

    In my class of Honors students, I permit a little more time for non-math chatter because the actual math doesn’t take them as long as the other classes. I permit some chatter in all my classes because I want students on my side. One day in the Honors class went like this:

    Vaudrey: Good morning, first period. This is as loud as I can talk, so go easy on me today.
    Student 1: What’s wrong?
    Vaudrey: Eh, I’m just a little sick.
    Student 2: You should stay home!
    Vaudrey: I could, but it’s easier just to come in. Besides, who would teach the class?
    Student 3: I would!
    Student 2: When we’re sick, we stay home.
    Vaudrey: Well… I’m more important than you.

    This, of course, was met with rolling in the aisles and several rounds of “Aw, naw!” We all had a little chuckle and Jasmine’s shrill voice rang out.

    Jasmine: I’m gonna put that on a T-shirt!

    Several more guffaws and rounds of “I’ll buy that shirt!” and the class went on to discuss the addition of polynomials.

    Well, a few weeks later, I got a homemade Christmas present that I wore proudly all day.

    Here’s the front of it.

    Obviously, I explained the shirt to every teacher, student, and staffer that saw it. As a stand-alone article, I probably won’t wear it to the mall or anything, but as a student gift, it’s fabulous.

    And if she thought I meant what i said, she wouldn’t have made the shirt.

  • 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.