I debated at the beginning of camp creating a reflective teaching category on this blog. Now, I’m really wishing I had started it.

Since I didn’t, you can read about today. Today may very well end up being my favorite day of camp. We’ve survived having our site changed without warning on the first day of camp, grumpy parents, almost thunderstorms, a very rude neighboring camp.

And today made it all worth it!

We’re almost at the end of our second week of camp, and this week’s theme is physics. We’ve endured incomplete or impossible directions and uncooperative weather conditions to arrive at a lesson this morning on the physics of sound. I think this may have been the most successful lesson, both for us (I team teach with the other instructor) and the kids.

The concept was simple: build a cardboard rubber band guitar and plunk out a few notes on it. Most of the kids were expected to build it and ditch it. But they didn’t!

Many of them came to play their own compositions for us. A boy that we’ve barely gotten two sentences out of all week sang for us…of his own free will! In fact, he sang twice as part of a mock audition we were holding (which he won) for the person who would go by the name E-N tomorrow.

(Momentary backstory: We give the children name tags every morning, and many of them think it’s funny to “lose” them during the day by attaching them to other things, mostly park property. In an attempt to curb this behavior, we started calling any boy who did this some really girly name. It only seemed to encourage them further. One unfortunate boy earned the name “Erminegarde”, and while he decided he liked the name, he wanted to be called by Ian because his name tag read “en”. We told him he had to earn the name, and he has for the most part.

Today, he told us before playing his composition that he was auditioning to be E-N. Two of the other boys heard him, and decided to audition with him. I let him keep the name today, but we were so pleased and shocked the other boy actually jumped in that we agreed to let him be E-N tomorrow morning.)

The kids played their guitars until lunch, and then asked to take them back out after lunch. Some of them formed a band called the Ewoks (Earlier in the week, I told them that my nickname had been Ewok for a very long time.) They figured out what songs they knew and performed them for us. Some of them even struck out on a solo career.

One of them kept singing all manner of songs as off-key as he possibly could, so we told him he was singing the Seattle Blues. He sang through every break, much to the delighted giggles of the girls in our camp.

It was just a very fun and surprising day.

I recently came across a post on the old Blues Eyes, Brown Eyes exercise from the 60s, and it reminded me of when we had to watch this video as part of our diversity awareness in a graduate education class.

Aside from the Brave New World-style brainwashing terms, it was really interesting to watch these poor, dear children taught a lesson in discrimination from both sides of the coin. What I thought was even more interesting was that our professor told us that this same teacher conducted this same experiment repeatedly throughout her career with the same results. Apparently in later years, parents felt that the experiment had no place in their child’s classroom and fought against her teaching it.

The method may have been a little extreme, but I’m willing to bet that most of the students who went through that experiment probably think carefully before they take a hurtful action toward somebody who’s different from them. It’s a lesson that we can all learn from, especially from the children who started out discriminated against and then became the majority.

Please don’t misunderstand me- I love my blogs. Each and every one of them.

However, I also like efficiency. I like it a lot.

Blogs are meant to foster communication. Comments are part of the inherent structure of most blogs to facilitate communication. I like receiving comments because it says that people are reading what I’m writing, and I love to hear other people’s opinions.

Because my online journaling experience started with LiveJournal, though, I automatically respond to any comment that I feel needs a response. I continue the conversation. In LiveJournal, it’s simple: you read someone’s comment, you click on a link to respond. The response posts in a thread with the original comment, and both the commenter and the owner of the original post can recive an email saying, ‘Hey! Somebody said something over here!”

In the blogs however (and so far I’ve only tried TypePad and Drupal’s blogging structure, but I’ve heard rumors that it’s not much different in other blog structures), you post your comment, and an email might go to the owner of the original post if they set it up for that. If the person you commented to (the owner or another commenter) posted a few commenters head of you, they may miss your reply. If they never look back at the post they commented on, they may miss your reply.

I think the threaded comments structure does a more successful job at faciltating the type of conversations blogs are supposed to be fostering, and will continue thoroughly enjoying that feature of LiveJournal.

The first week of camp is moving along quite well. The kids are great, the projects are fun.

I’ve also been blessed with a great instructor…who must hate me after today…

As I reflected on today, I realized fairly quickly that I’ve undermined her unintentionally. She’s a great teacher who is fabulous with the kids. Kids who stopped listening to her after I spent all morning teaching. She had the afternoon lessons, and when the kids wouldn’t listen, I stepped in every time and got them back on track.

It really wasn’t my place. They were her class at that point, and they weren’t out of control. I think I may have created the beginnings of a problem that I don’t want. I don’t ever want these children thinking that they don’t have to listen to the instructor, especially when she’s so compassionate.

I’m going to have to keep a very close eye on myself.

I gave my “don’t waste water” speech to some of my kids today. Some of them started talking about the necessity of saving water, and various water tips.

One of my kids, however, offered this sage piece of information: Lonely water can be recycled.

I looked at him oddly. “Lonely water can be recycled?”

“Uh huh.” He seemed quite pleased that he had stumped me.

I started to ask for an explanation, but standing there outside the restroom waiting for the children to all take care of their business and refill their water bottles, it suddenly occured to me what the opposite of “lonely” water is.

I can say that I have been truly educated in the ways of lonely water and its recyclability.

(I promised him I would blog about this tonight.)

I have been very blessed over the past couple of months. After four years of not being able to find a teaching job in the type of setting I prefer, I found two. The two hired me within days of each other, and so both managers were very willing to work around the other’s schedule.

I, of course, was thrilled. To get to do what I love again, and to find a way to make the part-time scene work for me? It was wonderful.

I love both jobs, and if I could get more hours at both without having to reduce hours at the other, I’d do it in a heartbeat!

This summer, I’m working full time for one of the jobs in the day camp program. This meant I had to cut my availability by four hours at the other job. The other job has recently seen a change in management, and while the new manager is very nice, she’s a bit short-sighted at times.

We were talking about the various trainings and such that she wants to put me and a couple of other teachers through. My training is being postponed until camp finishes in August. This is fine by me, because it gives me hope for more hours with a company I love (and it means I won’t have to go back to subbing for a company that makes me nervous at times). The problem is the way she addressed me, as if she was annoyed at having to work around the other job.

I love both. I love getting to teach math and science in a relaxed atmosphere, trying to convince girls that math and science are very fun and have the best toys. The worst thing in the world for me right now would be to discover that one of the jobs may try to corner me into leaving the other.

Hopefully, everything will work out, and I will get to continue working in two jobs I love.

It would be fair to say that part of the reason I have never wanted to go into a traditional classroom setting is because I don’t agree with many of the traditional assessment methods. Of course, I then went to work for a company that creates standardized tests, both as a scorer and as a content editor. Now I work for a tutoring program where we have to assign grades to every single activity the student does.

I feel a bit hypocritical.

The theory behind assessment is a simple one: to gauge whether or not the student has accomplished the learning objective. For some reason, someone decided that the way this is best accomplished in the continental US is by assigning pieces of paper with strings of words crafted carefully into questions to elicit a response from the student. This really only tests the student’s knowledge of the theory behind the learning objecting. In many cases, it doesn’t test the child’s practical knowledge.

When we create our learning objectives, we generally have a change in behavior that we want to produce in the student. The learning objective does not address how we want to change that behavior. It merely states what we want to change.

So many teachers take the time to create relevant learning situations for students to help them learn both the theory and the practical of the learning objective. They create worksheets, hands-on projects, and relevant culminating projects to help the student grasp the concept. They then give them a test on a piece of paper that asks them to talk concretely about the individual aspects of what they learned, generally out of context. That’s the first problem with assessment. It moves the student out of context.

This is where authentic assessment could actually be a more useful assessment. It’s often avoided because it doesn’t provide a simple number-crunching way to assign a grade. Instead a rubric must be developed, and each student must be graded against themself instead of a number crunching scheme. But sometimes, it gives a much more relevant picture of what the student has actually learned. The student who excels in coursework, but chokes on every exam might very well be one who would benefit more from an authentic assessment.

In schools, each skill builds on the previous. We start by checking for prior learning. There is a continual assessment going on to make sure a student has actually learned a skill. In the corporate world, this continual assessment isn’t quite as persistent. An employee goes to a training. It’s assumed that they will come back to work and use the new skills in their job. This would seem like reinforcing, but what happens when it is a skill that isn’t used frequently. The employee may have taken notes during the training, but with everything going on they may have forgotten temporarily how to implement that skill. In these corporate settings, the only assessment given is whether or not the employee can effectively and immediately transfer the skills to their tasks. It’s black and white, pass and fail. No wonder so many employees are a nervous wreck!

It is important to keep assessment authentic and persistent. Very few people learn everything they need to in a single sitting.

One of those hidden talents I love having showed up tonight. A friend who is running a day camp in Illinois needed some science activities that were crafty enough to work in her program. I had a list of ten ideas for her fairly quickly.

This is the kind of work I have excelled at for a very long time. You need a program on a science topic with related hands-on activities? I’m so your girl!  I would love nothing more than to start up a part-time career as a curriculum consultant.

I used to do this kind of work all the time in my museum career. We needed a workshop on a particular topic, and could have it developed within a day if necessary. That was including R&D time if it was a topic I was unfamiliar with. I loved it!

I love the research. I love being forced to think quickly or brainstorm on short notice. I love looking at how the same topics can be wrapped several different ways. I love the way you can weave disciplines together to create multidisciplinary lessons that don’t lose something in translation. It’s just exciting work for me!

…and it felt so nice to do it again.

Sorry for the brag-fest, but I thought it might be nice to share a talent not readily obvious from either my resume or this blog.

I’m sitting here watching National Treasure while I’ve been working on this and preparing to work on some other tasks. I love relic hunter movies. They’re generally full of action, have at least one strong female character, and a bunch of myths that are either presented in part or completely wrong.

It reminds me that I have my own personal treasure hunt that still needs to be finished, edited, and then forgotten. I thought about  the story this morning as I was adding a task to my to-do list, and realized that I’ve inadvertently created a relic hunter with some form of ethics. Not that ethical relic hunters never happen in stories, but it amuses me that mine ended up that way without deliberate action from me.

It could be my museum training. It could be my love for ancient cultures. It could be the fact that my mother a couple of years ago decided that all of my relic-hunting cartoons and movies were evil because they disturb the dead and don’t repatriate.

I didn’t bother getting into a discussion with her about the fact that dead bodies are empty shells and repatriation happens (or is implied as taking place after the end of the movie/show) in a number of the shows I most frequently watch. Relics are often only kept by the hunter in those shows when the culture of origination (or the caretakers thereof when the culture no longer exists) gives it to them hunter.

All right, for the past two or three months, my business’ website has been hosted through Drupal. I’ve had my web guru (who uses Drupal for his own website) do all the techy stuff with it to make sure I don’t screw anything up.

The first problem I discovered was merely a personal taste thing- we couldn’t figure out how to add trackbacks to the blog. Apparently, this is a very important point to me, becasue we have discussed moving the site to WordPress when we have a chance.

Then, I started uploading images to the photo albums. This has just been a thorn in my side. The images are all very large (despite the fact they were saved at half the size in Photoshop), and Drupal can barely figure out how to upload them, let alone create thumbnails and profiles for them (which it didn’t in most cases). When I link one of these images to a blog post, I only get the alt text and a square the size I set for the image to live in.

When I look at the admin logs to see what’s going on, it tells me that whatever function handles the images just can’t cope with its job. Sounds like some people I used to work with at my last two jobs…

It also turns out that the photo albums and image galleries are in no way shape or form related. I’m thinking about moving the pictures from the photo albums to the image galleries to see if that fixes anything.

My other problem (that I have lost countless hours to this week) is that I cannot apparently set Drupal to display the full post instead of its excerpt. The way it’s set up, you wouldn’t even know to look for more of an entry because the “Read more…” link is buried among the comment links.

I can only hope we find time relatively soon to get everything redone, becasue Drupal may just drive me insane!

ETA: Wow. I’ve never felt compelled to come back to edit a post before.

I’ve blogged about my struggles in learning to manipulate Drupal before. This really wasn’t a new thing by any stretch of the imagination. Apparently, though, when I post a laundry list of the little things I’m poking and prodding at, I’m suddenly interesting.

To those kind enough to offer some advice, thank you. I do actually have someone better versed in Drupal than I am assisting me, which is why I tend to defer things that are completely over my head to him. However, when he looks at the situation and agrees with me that there is an oddness that shouldn’t be going on, it usually means that the situation is set up correctly and is doing something abnormal. I am the master of making normal things do bad things.

It’s not a big deal…at least not in the grand scheme of the prjoects I’m working on. It wasn’t a big deal this morning. It was just me venting. I’m just amazed and amused by the attention this has gotten.

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