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Something horrible happened this year! I don’t know if this has ever happened to you but it happened to us. The year ended so quickly and suddenly that we didn’t have time to finish our read aloud! This is horrible. My kids were so disappointed and trying to come up with a plan to hear the end of what they call the book of all books. YouTube they suggested! So YouTube it is. When you can use technology like this it is a lovely thing. I’ve been reading a chapter per video and uploading it to YouTube. I now have 9 subscribers… ha! We’ll see what they think and if this works. If it does I just may do this more often. The positive power of technology!

 

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Ending the Year With Two Books to Empower Youth

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“You will get lost.

You will be afraid.

You will fail.

You will fight.

You will remember.

You will rise.

And without doubt:

You will find your way home.”

                                                          Badger

The Fearless Travelers’ Guide to Wicked Places

It began here … with The Fearless Travelers’ Guide to Wicked Places. When that line above was read aloud my kids made me stop. “Stop, Mrs. Dunn!” I wish I could remember the number of times they told me to stop. “Stop!”  When I asked why, I would receive a variety of reasons. “You need to just stop so I can think about what just happened.” Or “I need to think about that line, it was perfect.” Or “Stop, we need to write that down!’ Or “I just need you to stop for a minute so we can talk about what just happened.” Never, ever in all my years of teaching have kids told me to stop so many times so they could savor the words. Never! Every once in a while one boy who struggled to write all year long would be moved by something I read and would pull his chair up besides me and copy from what he just heard.

Predicting is something I’ve struggled with teaching. Not really understanding the power of it because it so often begins with, “Look at the cover, what do you think the book is about?”  A question that is bland beyond belief.  A bland question brings bland answers, so I stopped asking it. But in this book the kids predicting what they think will happen next was nonstop even though I never asked. Kids were constantly yelling what they thought was going to happen next and that would start a deep and often contested discussion. The fun part was that they were often wrong because of the incredibly creative twists and turns this book has and they loved that. It actually became a game to see if anyone could predict where the next turn would take us.

We started tracking it using a story arc. We finally gave up because we couldn’t keep up with the “hills”.  The kids came to understand the power and need for the valleys. “Oh no, here we go again. We’re at a slow part. We know what that means!!! We’re gonna start rising again. This is worse than a roller coaster.” Everything, everything I’ve tried to guide my kids to understand about story structure came to life for them with this book. I didn’t have to teach any of it. The book did it all and did it while holding the unwavering attention of all my fifth graders.  One very quiet girl in class was extra quiet when I pulled the book out. I asked her if she was bored by it. “Oh no! I LOVE when you read this book because it lets me go far away.” I don’t hear that line often but when she said that she moved me to tears. Yes! That’s what a good book does, it takes you far away and you can’t wait to go.

So while I had been stealing time from every period of the day to finish this book before the year ends another book arrived in my classroom. “For your kids,” the note said. A few wanted to know what it was. So I showed them…

As you can see this is about as different from The Fearless Travelers’ Guide to Wicked Places as we can get.  Yet, several asked if they could read it. I’ll be honest, I was surprised. The first line had them, “The only person left alive on the island was a baby girl.” As they read about this Ojibwa baby who survived a smallpox invasion of her village the questions wouldn’t stop coming. They often referred to a glossary in the back to help understand some of the Ojibwa words that were used. This was about a time and place they had little understanding of and the new realizations were deep, powerful, and meaningful. The few who finished agreed that it was a beautiful book. A beautiful story and beautifully written.

Both these books have something in common. They are about a strong young girl coming of age during a difficult time. Her strength and bravery guide her through the difficult times. I could not have found more perfect books to end our fifth grade year. Books that show that it’s ok to be scared before uncertain times. Books that give hope that bravery will take you through those times even if you’re not sure you’ll make it.

As my kids listened and read about the power of bravery in the face of fear while listening to and reading these books this line was the one they kept referring to and holding on to: “Bravery is the key to becoming who you need to be.”  Badger – The Fearless Travelers’ Guide to Wicked Places… I couldn’t agree more.

Now on to summer. Relaxation, reflection, rejuvenation… our spirits and bodies deeply need them so take the time for all and enjoy.

Mary

 

 

 

Why I Marched

Marching with dear friends on Saturday was a soul refreshing experience. There were six teachers from my school who went to the March in our state capital. Not Washington, Boston, or NYC, but still a wonderful turnout and event. We were all so very glad we went.

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When I got back to school Monday the energy was still high. We felt a bond; we didn’t feel so alone. A few friends who weren’t able to go but were there with us in spirit asked me why we marched. They shared that they had family and friends say and post on FaceBook strong statements about the march being silly. Some comments they made were more hateful. We talked about why so many marched and then she said, “Could you type that up for me please?” Asking me to write about my thoughts and feelings is like asking a dog to chew on a peanut butter treat. Never a need to ask twice. We know that writing about our thoughts and feelings helps us understand them in a deeper way.

Here’s why I marched:

I am a protector of the children. That’s my job. That’s what my life’s work is. Now that role has become more critical than ever.

As a protector of children I know that ALL children need clean air and clean water to live. Our president’s choice for the EPA does not support the guiding goals of the EPA. He has stated clearly that he will undo fossil fuel regulations as well as clean water and clean air regulations. He will not be a protector of the children.

Children need a good education. All children, not just white or privileged or wealthy children, but all children, especially the most vulnerable. The president’s choice for the Department of Education supports school vouchers including religious schools. This does not support a quality and equal education for all. She also does not understand IDEA (Individuals with Disabilities Act). She has contributed to conversion therapy causes for LGTBQ youth. That in and of itself makes it plain to see she will not be a protector of the children.

The choice for our Secretary of State has been the Exxon/Mobil CEO for the past ten years. The nomination for the Department of Energy once wanted to abolish it. He is on record saying he didn’t realize his role would include overseeing our nuclear arsenal. The newly appointed chief of the Federal Communications Commission has voted against Net Neutrality. Net Neutrality, especial in this age of “alternative facts” is critical for sharing of unfiltered information. Jeff Sessions, Stephen Bannon…must I go on? A president who is supported by the KKK and other white supremacists is incredibly disturbing and concerning as is his gloating over deporting a whole religious group of people as well as Mexican immigrants. History shows us that bridges work much better than walls.

As our new president was taking his oath of office, his White House staff were busy taking down the following pages on the Whitehouse.gov website: LGBTQ links, climate change links, ACA health links, civil rights links. This speaks volumes to our new president’s mindset. Clearly he does not have the best interests of our children in mind. He clearly will not be a protector of the children.

Under our new president it is clear that women are objects. Think pink pussy hats and why they became the symbol the marches. Think defunding women’s health care by defunding Planned Parenthood. One of the first things he signed was reinstating the global gag rule. This will deeply harm millions of women world wide. He and those he is surrounding himself with have vocally shared that they will undo important laws that protect the rights of our LGTBQ community. But what troubles me the most is his manipulation of the media and “alternate truths”. These are often the beginning  steps of fascist regimes.

I do not support our new president or the cabinet he is surrounding himself with. I do not support hate and greed. I do not support those who work to take away the health of our children’s planet. I do not support the continued build up of the military industry that protects the interests of oil. These are a few of the reasons I marched.

Now that the marches are over we must call our senators and representatives every day. May you find within yourself the reserves to summon up the courage and grit that will be needed to continue protecting our children. Because together we are, The Protectors of the Children.

Peace and Love,

Mary

 

Empathy, It’s All About the Empathy

We had quite a chat the other day in my 5th grade classroom. I looked around and noticed that almost everyone was reading either graphica (which is fine:) or Did You Know kind of books. But one girl was reading Fish in a Tree. While the majority of kids were furiously turning pages because of the nature of their books, she was quiet, intense, deeply focused. When silent read was over I asked her about her book. She shared that she really related with the character. That she felt like she was in her head. That she didn’t want to stop reading. Some of the others looked at her with quite the puzzled expression.

Because I saw this as an opportunity to discuss the role of stimulating empathy and the power fictional reading can have over that we shifted to a discussion about the state of affairs lately. My kids talk about what they hear, and they hear a lot about the political landscape of our country. But their understanding is lacking. They are confused, as are many of us adults! I mentioned that reading fiction could help them navigate life with a bit more grace and compassion than how our country is navigating its course right now. “How?” they wanted to know. That’s when one of my other fiction readers joined in. I didn’t have to say a word. This boy proudly said, “Well I think it must be like when I read I get into character’s heads. I can feel what they are feeling and sometimes I’m surprised or confused. But as I read I begin to understand them, kind of like walking in their shoes.” Wow, oh wow. Did he really just say that most perfect response to what reading fiction can capture!? Then a few of the girls chimed in supporting his notion that yes, reading fiction can help you see different viewpoints and understand characters, even ones you don’t agree with. And yes, that people in our country could use more of that, more understanding of each other. They gave many examples of how they or their families have been poorly judged for things others didn’t understand.

Reading fiction as a way to encourage empathy isn’t a novel idea. There is quite a bit of research out there on how reading fiction can encourage empathy. So as I read the above NYT article about our soon to leave president and the power that books and writing have had on him and his life, I thought about this conversation and the research I’ve read on this subject. It seems like the perfect time to pull out some fiction and get some empathy going. And you know what, that’s exactly what a few more of my kids did without my saying anything more.  We are so eagerly waiting for Newbery Award announcements!

Giving Gratitude

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Like other years, the blogosphere and Twitter are full of  writings and reflections on the power of One Little Word. These words we choose, guide us through the upcoming year. And like other years, I’ve read through many of them to guide me in my choice. But this year is different. It is different on so many levels. While I loved reading the blog posts, many of which were very inspiring, none of them spoke directly to me. And that is OK.

Then this morning I woke up to a very cold house and spent my coffee sipping time watching Meryl Streep’s Golden Globe speech (http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-et-golden-globes-2017-live-watch-all-of-meryl-streep-s-1483932724-htmlstory.html). I was deeply moved by her class and courage. This is not an easy time to rise up and share the fears you have about the direction of our country. But I must say that her visit into my family room was very welcome. But I must also say that I had another visit from someone who is rather new to me, anxiety. Since our political system has been turned upside down by our new president elect and those he chooses to surround himself with, this unwelcome visitor has paid me many a visit in the past few months. The effects are noticeable, both physically and emotionally. Like many mornings of late I found myself thinking about my kids and the unknown future that lies ahead as I watched and listened to her. As I turned the computer off, which is something I have begun to do when this unwelcome visitor arrives, and worked my way to the shower I thought about how to rid myself of these thoughts before my day really begins.

As I stood in the shower I thought about the historical implications of all this. Of the many people all over the world who have had their lives turned upside down because of an unstable but cunning tyrant. I thought about photos I’ve seen of Middle Eastern countries during in the 1970’s and then again today. The contrasts are noticeable and unsettling to say the least. People who live in those beautiful countries had their lives suddenly turned upside down. This is the thought that I find the most stunning. The thought that unwittingly opens my heart to that unwelcome visitor. But this morning, while stuck at that thought, I was able to do something different. I stopped and realized how good the warm water felt in our cool morning home. I thought about the love of my husband as he slept in bed. I breathed. And breathed again. I felt a sense of some relief. So I continued. I intentionally thought about the everyday things I have and experience that I often take for granted. Wood for the wood-stove on these cold days and nights, healthy food in my cupboards and refrigerator, a job that I love, two beautiful and healthy kids who I love more than anything. And just like that  my unwelcome visitor left me. For however fleeting, he left.

Gratitude. That is my One Little Word. The power of that word for me, for now, is what will guide me through this year. A year that I worry I will have so little power and control over. Gratitude will guide me to stop and appreciate all I do have and will guide me to realize that I have the power to continue, to move forward, to voice my beliefs no matter how they are accepted. I have control to choose kind in my family, with my neighbors, my friends, and at school with my kids and coworkers. That power I do have and no one can take that away from me. Gratitude will give me the voice, hope, and belief that things, no matter how rough they may be, will be ok because I am surrounded by beautiful, loving, wonderful people. With gratitude I will always notice them, the most important things in my life.

May your day and year be filled with gratitude.

Mary

PS – Once again, I am selfishly writing. Once again, it is political in nature rather than having a literacy focus. I just had to write. I had to write what was inside of me this morning as a way to try to capture my thoughts and feelings to make some sort of sense out of them. I will try to remember the relief that this brought to me and provide more opportunities for my kids to write just to get their ideas and feelings out. Maybe, just maybe, it will provide them some relief for them as well.

 

Taking a Path Less Followed

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
                                                                     Of course, the visionary, Robert Frost

 

We know that poem. We share it with our kids. We say we love it. Yet we struggle to take that first step off that well trodden path.

It’s a new day in a new year, the day before returning back to school. School work to be done. More than can get done in this day. But outside, the snow glistens under the light of the low rising sun. It is beautiful. It is calling my name. Gently, I succumb to its call.

With stacks of books, manuals, papers on my kitchen table I decide to go outside, clear my head, feel the cold bite my face. While snowshoeing, my mind begins to clear, to release. Release the tensions and fears about returning to school. I know I’m not alone in these feelings. It doesn’t matter if you’re a first year teacher or an elder like myself. These feelings that so often occur before returning after a long break are fairly universal. It’s taken years to learn that it’s OK to put the planning/grading aside and go outside. It’s taken years to learn that there is more to gain from that then from plowing through what my mind thinks needs to be done. We cannot be an effective teacher if we do not take care of ourselves. We all know that. So out I went.

The first thing I noticed was the beauty. The surface of the early morning snow is soft. It looks like the heavens generously sprinkled glitter over its entirety. The air is crisp on my face. I smile. I am happy. My heart calms. I stand and look, taking in the beauty and air, and then begin. One foot forward. Easily following the trail made a few days ago encourages me to continue. Then I look to the east and decide to break trail. Leave its ease and go into deeper snow. Immediately I question my decision as snowshoes sink. The happiness is replaced with a touch of fear. Onward. Then I see winter goldenrod covered in veil of delicate ice crystals that shimmer like the best of diamonds. Stop, notice, enjoy. Onward. During this diversion I realize how important it is to diverge, to sometimes leave comfort for what’s new and beautiful. My mind wanders back to lesson planning and tomorrow’s day one. I know my kids must feel the same jitters that I do. How can tomorrow be a day of Welcome, a day of joy, a day that makes us all happy to return, to see each other, and spend the next few weeks engaged in the hard work that this time of year demands? I continue, onward.

After finishing the trail I turn around, and do it again. Same trail, different perspective.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
As I reenter my home, brush off the snow, enjoy the warmth that I feel, I’m ready, ready to begin the planning of something to welcome my kids back to school.
May our New Year be filled with happiness, joy, and peace;
Mary
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PS – How do we welcome this new year when we all know that this new year could very well prove to be a difficult year for us personally and professionally? It is critical that we take care of ourselves. Our families and students need us to be strong and healthy, both physically and emotionally. We need us to be strong and healthy. Take care of yourselves. Do the things you love to do. Hold your friends close, and your family closer. Our kids and our work will always be there waiting for us.

One Candle by Eve Bunting

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The nights are getting longer, days shorter. Sometimes I feel this way about our country as well, like we are entering a dark period. Hopefully it will be followed by eternal light. Do we as a country understand what we have just done? I think many still do not. Because of that, it is easy to let the darkness win. But we can’t, we won’t, because we are the protectors of the children.That’s what we do, day in and day out; we protect, we love, we teach.

As I continue to wrap my head around this place we find ourselves in while at the same time maintain my health, I’ve been looking for places of light. This month our school is celebrating the lowly potato. It’s a huge agricultural crop here in Maine and a great source of nutrition for those in need, aka, many of our kids. Our FoodCorps service member, Sam, has been cooking potatoes in our classrooms while kids read a Maine Ag in the Classroom booklet about Maine potatoes. We are learning they are a great source of vitamin B6, potassium, vitamin C, and fiber. Some say it’s the perfect food.  Being of Irish descent, I have to agree. Then something happened in our town that rocked our socks. Someone spray painted large swastikas on large rocks that are at the entrance of our small skiing and hiking trails. This of course led to many mixed emotions and discussions. We decided to make potato latkes in our classrooms as a way to show solidarity and love and peace. As we were planning our lessons I came across this book in our literacy specialist’s room. Of course I needed it.

Eve Bunting, what can be said about her and her writing that hasn’t already been said? Probably not much. This book, like almost every single other book she has written, is a book that stops you dead in your tracks. It gently demands reflection. The book is centered around the lowly potato. The lighting of a potato during Hanukkah by young girls in a concentration camp. “Oh that’s too heavy,” you may think.But like most of Eve Bunting’s work, she tells this story, about events most adults couldn’t begin to touch, in a way kids (and adults) can handle. Love in face of hatred, hope in the time of hopelessness, unity in a time of division. These are Eve’s messages. Messages that are so relevant today. Messages we must hold onto  if we are going to continue to be protectors of the children.

So with that I will get out our potato to bring to school tomorrow to light as we read this message of love, hope, and peace. May your holiday and new year be filled with the same. And may you have the courage and stamina to carry out the work that will be summoned of us as the protectors of the children.

Love, peace, and light,

Mary