Many thanks to Ronovan for his Décima Poetry Challenge! Usually, I read his challenge, putter around a bit, and then give up. Today, I decided to tackle this one. The topic is SENSE.
If I had any sense at all
I’d never write a décima
Instead I’d sigh, try to recall
The purpose of this teaching blog:
To clear the smoke and rid the fog
Of cloudy thoughts that hinder all.
Of course, since I spent 5 minutes on this, I need to examine my own head for foggy ideas!
Honestly, though? I am writing this because I have no hope of writing sensibly about George Floyd and Ahmaud Arbery’s murders. I am still trying to put something together that would encourage educators to teach ALL children. The fact that the average black high school graduate reads at an 8th grade level is nonsensical. So are the ubiquitous, racially predictable test results at EVERY level. White American teachers, WE MUST DO BETTER!
As much as I loved spring, with its vibrant flowers and fragrances, the beginning of summer is great for flowering weeds, not so great for long walks. We’re talking about major sweating here- and the temps are still moderate for this time of year. I guess 6-foot distancing is best since I look like I have a dripping fever.
The weed below is a Carolina horse nettle. My dearest teaching widower would be proud that I didn’t touch it!
Magnolia trees are not weeds, but since I DO grab sniff all the lowest blossoms, I must include this gorgeous one. The flowers of this ancient plant do not have true petals. In fact, this early flowering giant has been around for 36+ million years! I guess the above blossom may be a fossil in the making. I do love to see the stamen, lying there like candy matchsticks. Truly delish!
You know how incensed I get when the local deer rip out my plants? And how I yell and bark at them to no avail? Well, I take all that back every year around this time, when our hill becomes a fawn parking lot.
We do have a set of twins up there but it’s the only child, Fawnville, who entertains us daily. Fawnville started off wobbly and uncertain, but he’s now into dizzying sprints. His mom has to trail after him; keeping him out of mischief is a full time job. She already looks weary, kind of like other parents in quarantine. I keep reminding her that this, too, shall pass. In the meantime, I am silent as they rip out the remaining periwinkles.
A reader asked me to check out his company’s website, so here is my review of ESL Kids Download. This site is aimed at ESL learners, most likely Asian but applicable to young kids learning English with British spelling, offering four main products: books on phonics and grammar, flashcards, and puzzles.
The ESL Kids Download phonics series is of particular interest to me because phonics opens the door to early reading in an effective manner. These materials, all of which have free samples, are systematically organized to teach phonics effectively. Or at least as effectively as a pdf can do. Obviously, these books should be paired with live instruction of some sort. The illustrations are simple and colorful.
The grammar books are likewise well-sequenced and have content that is kindergarten through early elementary-based. They are heavily reliant upon fine motor skills, which is in fact a related skill being taught through these materials. For youngsters who have the dexterity and can manage to sit through so much writing (which many kids with special needs would find problematic), these would be effective in learning the basics of conversations, pronoun usage, verb tenses, and other skills.
ESL Kids Download offers an excellent set of flashcards paired with clear and colorful images. Their puzzles also support a wide range of skills.
This website includes links to its sister sites, including MANY games which look very appealing to me. (I think the links should open in a new page, but maybe I’m picky.) The bigger problem with the games is that they run on Flash Player, which has been abandoned by Adobe and is more easily hacked than the HTML5 code. Too bad! I mean you could allow Flash Player, but I wouldn’t.
If you are interested in downloadable phonics materials, if you use British spelling, and if you have students who are really into writing and drawing, this would be a good option. I do wish I could play their games!
If you are a writer, you’ll easily identify with Devon as she shares her publishing quandaries, her amazing self-discipline, and her passion for writing. There is something so universal about her love of writing; it reminds me of the love of teaching. I hope you enjoy this post!
Well, I will have my first writing group Zoom on Wednesday. (Perhaps we were all enjoying being cut off from civilization for a while, but now we know we must connect in order to keep the group alive.) I have so much to report, though there are things I wish I could be saying.
Here’s the deal: my life has stayed somewhat the same under the Stay-at-Home Order. I was a home school mom and I still am (without co-op and with an additional, though self-sufficient, kid at home). I was a homemaker and I still am. (I have discovered that I clean for me as much as for any possible guests. I like a clean and tidy and aesthetic space.) I was a home cook and I still am (with the added responsibility of foraging, which is a precarious and enormous project that I center around every-other Friday). I…
Sometimes I hate to blog. I know folks have written comments for me to read and I know those comments are sitting idly on a runway to nowhere. I know I have neglected all those blogs taking flight to other worlds, with their photos and stories to enjoy. If only I could take off and fly this thing!
It has occurred to me that I’m paralyzed by fear of blogging- and worse. Here are some symptoms:
If I read too many of Pete Springer‘s awesome posts (like, just one), I immediately stop blogging.
I once paid a slightly desperate blogger for 5 re-posts of anything, but that was four years ago. I have yet to write a post worth re-blogging. And yes, I still ask a different, not desperate blogger, Suzi Speaks, to help me! She has righted the craft many times.
I never ever reread any of my posts unless under duress, such as when I’m quoted and then flabbergasted that I wrote such a nonsensical thought. I accidentally read what I posted today (Sunday) and immediately saw a typo, thereby reinforcing my desire to avoid rereading.
What’s worse than fear of blogging? What’s really at the core of my phobia? Foolish comparison with others. What other charming passenger lurks in the tail of my plane? Fear of what others think. And wait for it- there is yet another creepy item in the cargo hold. Perfectionism (which is a nicer name for pride).
I think it’s time for an oxygen mask to fall out of the ceiling. And I have almost exhausted my airplane analogies. You’re welcome.
As this post plummets out of control (gotcha!), let me tell you what the black box says: She tried writing quickly to keep perfectionism from stalling the craft. Too late. She veered off with a draft, which merely joined trillions of other drafts waiting to be deleted. Then she started chatting about Vesna Vulović, who fell 33,000 feet from an airplane and survived. Major ouch and nothing a sane person would desire! Finally, she thought about her dearest teaching widower, who would have had to listen to all these ramblings if she hadn’t written them down. He cannot tolerate any more phonics talk at the dinner table.
Because I love him and I love all things education, especially the kiddos and their fams, I’m in. For at least this week.
Hola! Hello! I have not felt like blogging much lately, as you may have noticed. Sometimes I feel so excited about blogging and at other times, I shrug it off like a wet coat. I’m in a tea-drinking-chocolate-eating mode right now, so I’m joining the weekend coffee share hosted by Eclectic Alli. She’s in the field of library science, which looked to be a dinosaur at one point. But it’s reemerging through technology and that kind of degree can now open more than library doors.
The point of this blog is to share what’s been going on in my life, so here’s a glance.
The honeysuckle and privet hedges around here have been blossoming, their fragrances assuring me I don’t have the virus. Sadly, spring has started drowning in early summer heat and humidity. Speaking of drowning, I’d love to go swimming instead of walking, even with a hole in my head ear, but who knows when indoor pools will reopen? I do know that my knees can’t take much more walking.
On the topic of “can’t take much more,” how will students and families and school districts solve the conundrum of back-to-school in the fall? From an equity standpoint, we already poorly navigate educational waters with students of color and families in poverty. How much more have we curtailed their prospects now that learning is remote? What good is a Chromebook if there is no connectivity? That begs the question of how well students work in small quarters with larger families whose parents are unemployed or working long hours out of the home.
In my neighborhood, we had teddy bears in windows so that kids on walks with their parents could wave. Just saying.
My dearest teaching widower has a week of radiation under his belt. He’s still as sweet as ever. My great nephew is continuously looking for ways to help around the house. They watch tear-jerker movies together and I join them to watch action flicks. They drink coffee and I drink Tetley’s English blend. We all eat chocolate.
I’m joining Eclectic Alli’s Weekend Coffee Share, despite the cup of tea in my hand and bits of Cadbury milk chocolate on my shirt. SHH! It’s been a week of increased prayer, chocolate, and bible reading.
My dearest teaching widower has recovered quickly from surgery and starts radiation treatment soon. He’s such a sweetheart! [I just remembered that our anniversary is next month! Wow! I will get an extra point for that. We hardly ever celebrate it, but whoever remembers it first gets a point. I’m racking it up this year.]
Speaking of sweet men, our 18-year-old great nephew (GN) has now been living with us for a month. What a challenge for him! He’s already learned that folks in their seventies are hard of hearing and addicted to chocolate. GN’s partial to sour gummy worms but I do share my chocolate stash. I think that’s true love.
I’m so happy! Having GN here has reminded me of the peace in our lives, the joy of sharing movies, and the immense privilege of being saved. Thank you, Jesus!
Cee has posted terrific photos on the hunt for joy challenge: start a garden. Don’t miss her amazing collection of flowers and plants (indoors and out). I recently downloaded the Picture This app for identifying the delightful flowers I’ve enjoyed on my walks through the neighborhood.
I’ve taken scads of photos on my wanderings, secretively discretely snapping photos of folk’s yards and stopping to capture images of gorgeous wild flowers on the trails. So many outdoor gardens, so little time.
If you’re curious about plants, looking for something to do, or have kids who enjoy scavenger hunts/collections, this app is a handy dandy tool!