I do NOT love the saying, "It's the thought that counts."
It's not.
Just the thought sucks.  Nobody knows or cares that you "thought" to send a card, give a compliment, do something nice.  People care about action.


So, I would like to officially change the saying to, "It's the thought followed by action that counts."  Ya think it'll catch on?

I have some friends who are super action oriented.

Michelle sent me Dexter Season 1 the other day = Great
I, on the other hand, am an a-hole and I would probably just think of sending Dexter Season 1 = Sucky

My friend always sends me a birthday card = Great
I think about sending people birthday cards = Sucky


Lacey put all of the Dexter Seasons (I'm definitely obsessively addicted to this serial killer) in the mail today = Great
I would think of sending someone all of my seasons of Friends.  No?  You don't want it? = Sucky

Kelli saw that I was bored and wrote out a whole list of things I could do and shared it with me on Skype = Great
I keep thinking about sending her wedding present = Sucky x 2 years (because that's how long I think they've been married)


So, no, folks it's not the thought that counts.

A little less thinking and more action I say to myself...and anyone else who has my same problem.

Rule #1-Love Them 
People used to ask me "what I taught."  Sometimes I said Math.  Sometimes I said Reading.  Sometimes I said Science.  I like teaching Math...and Reading...and Science.  I like teaching subject matter but I L-O-V-E teaching kids.  I actually don't give a !@#$ what subject I teach.  I can figure out whatever I need to know about the material I need to teach but what I REALLY need to figure out, first and foremost, is how to the actual students I teach.



One year, one of my mentees (a first year teacher) said, "Kids always listen to you.  How do you get them to always listen to you?"  I replied, in jest with, "Because I'm the meanest teacher in the school.  They have no choice."  This is actually true.  I was, more than possibly, the strictest teacher at my school. However, if that were it, they wouldn't have listened.

They listened because they knew that I would lie down in traffic for them.  I told them how much I loved them every single day and then I expected them to do more that they ever thought they could.  And, in turn, they did whatever I wanted them to do.


Do you have any idea what happened between the time your students leave your classroom doors to the time they arrive back there again?  I hope you do.  You NEED to know.
Do you know that the last thing some of your kids ate were the carrots sticks you gave them for snack?
Do you know there was a drive by in 1 of the apartment complexes?
Do you know that many of your kids sleep on the floor instead of a bed?

Do you REALLY think your student's give two !@#$'s about the Civil War you're trying to teach?  Or how to divide fractions?

I can't stand it when teachers say, "THESE kids just don't care."
No, they don't care.  They don't care about you.  They don't care about the material you're teaching.  They don't care.

You know what they do care about?
They care about dinner.
They care about how they are going to get their sister home in 1 piece.
They care about the people who care about them.

THAT is their reality.

"But, I don't have time to figure out things like that about my kids."
"I have too much to teach."
"I don't have time."  
"My principal won't let me do that."

Shame on you!  Shame on you for not finding a way...and let me tell you a little secret I know about principals, and I know a lot of principals--they will let you do almost anything you want IF you show them results.  Results = test scores.

Well, how do I do both?  I'll tell you later.

Take a look back at Maslow's Triangle.


You want your kids to achieve?  Love them enough to help them sort through their !@#$ first.  They PHYSICALLY CAN NOT learn when their basic needs of food, shelter and safety are not being met.

You need to get to know your kids, and what makes them tick, SO WELL that you can see in their eyes the SECOND they disengage.


There are a thousand things I was not, as a teacher.  I was not patient.  I was not always as creative as I should have been.  I was super strict.  There are so many memories I have that I think, "Damn, should have done that differently" but 1 thing I KNOW I got right... I LOVED ME SOME KIDS and I really wanted to know them.

I love to hear their conversations.
I wanna know what they think about, talk about, wonder about, want to be when they grow up.
I wanna know about their lives outside of school.
I want to know them.

You have no idea the impact your words, looks, and hugs have.  Someday some random kid, one you may not even remember, will e-mail you and tell you what a difference you made in their lives.

The best teachers I've ever seen in my life didn't always teach the best lessons but they loved the !@#$ out of their kids.  Do you remember every lesson you learned in 6th grade? Absolutely not.  Do you remember whether your teacher liked you?


I met and observed one of the best teachers I have ever seen in my life last year.  Her lessons were pretty good.  She made them fun and engaging.  They weren't perfect.  There were always things she could have done better.  She didn't have a magic wand but she was IN LOVE with all 32 of her students...and they knew it.  And, in turn, they would have jumped onto the ceiling if she told them she wanted them to do it.

Her test scores?  The BEST in the district.  I kid you not.  Why?  Because there is a DIRECT correlation between getting to know kids, loving them and high test scores.


Learn about them.  Listen to them. Love them first.

My best bud, Michelle, just posted this for the first time and since she steals everything from my blog I thought it was about time to do them same.

So, in the form of flattery and the fact that I steal everything, I give you something new (and when I say "new" I mean something every blog poster ever uses)

                                     

I'm oh so grateful for so many things this Wednesday...

Helpful Friends
I seriously know the best people.

My sister-in-law flew in to help me out and help me she did!  She went so far above and beyond, it was amazing.  


Helpful Supplies

I was in the bookstore today and started Ron Clark's latest book, The End of Molasses Classes.  As I flipped through I thought I should write a book like this. As I read the last chapter I was crying.  Yep, tear a flowin' right there at Barnes and Noble.



That's what I'd call my book.  Teach Kids First.

Why that?  Several years ago, there was a teacher leaving our school.  He and I had taught for a year together and he was, quite possibly, the most well respected teacher I have ever met-by teachers, parents and students.  Teachers wanted to be him, kids wanted to have him and the whole school loved him.

We only taught together for a year but we stayed connected because we seemed to always end up on the same "observation circuit."  People came in to our rooms all the time.  New teachers, aspiring teachers, congressmen, whoever.  Two at a time, four at a time.  One time I counted fourteen standing in the back of my room.   It was always odd to me, though, we had very different approaches to teaching.

He was super laid back where I was crazy strict.
He hated people observing him where I loved it.
He didn't really like to use our Teach for Success techniques where I did.

I just didn't know what it was that made people always come to BOTH of our rooms to observe until that good-bye speech he made.



He stood up at our last Staff Breakfast, and said a bunch of stuff I don't remember and then he said, "I'm gonna give some advice.  Teach kids first.  The rest will come."

By this time I was crying my eyes out, as most people do at this particular breakfast and I thought, that's it.  We had such different styles but the biggest thing we had in common was that we always, always taught kids first.  Not standards.  Not test.  Not material.  Kids.

So, here I go, as the narcissist that I am.  I am starting a how to, dos and don't guide to teaching kids.  I am very well aware of the fact that I totally haven't "arrived" when it comes to this.  There are lessons, moments, days I would do so differently if I were still in the classroom.

Here's what I do know...I have spent the last 11 years totally focused on how to be amazing at my career.  We won't get in to the other side of that coin which is the fact that having a sole focus on anything means the rest of your life goes to !@#$.  No husband, no kids, no future in sight?  That's ok.  I got pretty damn good at teaching, she says in jest.



This will be a totally no nonsense mini-series.  Not how I would coach a teacher.  Totally straight forward.  If you don't wanna read it.  Don't.  If you do.  Do.  If you think I'm off base, tell me.  I just might listen.  I'll always title it, Teach Kids First, so you know if you wanna read it or skip it.  The title, obviously, stolen words from my former colleague-hoepfully he won't mind.

You are probably an amazing teacher who would write this completely different.  But that's the thing about MY blog-I get to write like I'm the "Be all, end all" of EVERYTHING ;)

What?  What's that you say?  You're a teacher and on summer break and the last thing you want to read about is teaching?  I know.  I'm just getting you motivated for next year!

I have a confession...

If you follow me on Facebook, you'll know that long ago in a kingdom far away (Cortez High School), I went to take the Principal Test.

I mentioned that it was a brutal, all day test, where I had to sit (not something I'm very good at) for EIGHT LONG HOURS.

I had to stare at this book for EIGHT HOURS.
I had to bubble in answers for EIGHT HOURS.
I had to write 4 different essays for EIGHT HOURS.

So, I went.  I read.  I bubbled.  I wrote.  I went through TWO entire boxes of pencils.  The next day my neck hurt from looking down for so long.  It was a painful experience for someone who has ADHD who doesn't love sitting for that long.


Anyway, anyone who pays a lot of attention to everything I post on Facebook.  We don't Katie.  Anyway, you'd realize that I posed that I took the test but I never posted the results.

Know why?
BECAUSE I FAILED, THAT'S WHY.


Yes, you read that correctly.  Passing score 240.  My score 239.

I thought I was hallucinating when I read it but, sadly, I was not.