Tonight is that happy happy joy joy of nights once again -- Parent-Teacher Conference night. Here are a few things I will definitely NOT be uttering.
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Thursday, January 31, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
A sense of what now?
For the past two weeks, we've been hearing a lot about "a sense of urgency" at school. Mostly how our principal doesn't think we have one. And how her higher-ups don't think we have one.
I wonder how exactly a sense of urgency is measured. I haven't seen any kind of barometer on the wall (Urgency Level Purple today!), nor do I get updates on my smartphone.
Is someone who is running up and down the rows of desks (with or without scissors), sweating profusely, eyes bulging, yelling basic factoids at the their kids demonstrating a sense of urgency, while someone enjoying an even-paced lesson while smiling at their kids dropping the urgency ball? These are things I'd love to know as I'm being told I don't have a sense of urgency.
The best guess I can come up with from what has been going on is that a teacher's true sense of urgency can only be reflected in how well their students do on tests. That somehow if a teacher has a sense of urgency, he/she can transfer that urgency over to the student who will then feel compelled to score higher.
I know for a fact that I have a strong sense of urgency about wanting and needing my kids to do better. Not just on tests, but in life in general. But I will admit I've been somewhat deficient in transferring that sense of urgency over to most of my kids. It's a very hard thing to transfer, because it's not like an auto title that one can just sign over to someone else.
I've tried direct skin-to-skin transfer -- but high fives and fist bumps seem to only make the kids happy instead of stressing them out more.
I've tried Vulcan mind melds -- but thoughts of Hot Cheetos and Justin Beiber have forced my mind back like a brick wall.
I've tried lecturing, but judging by the quickness of eyes glazing over, it's obvious my sense of urgency just didn't take.
So I continue to be one of those teachers who is labeled with the USN (No Sense of Urgency) stamp.
I guess until I can think of something else to try, I'll just have to continue instructing the kids and building up their math skills as best as I can.
I wonder how exactly a sense of urgency is measured. I haven't seen any kind of barometer on the wall (Urgency Level Purple today!), nor do I get updates on my smartphone.
Is someone who is running up and down the rows of desks (with or without scissors), sweating profusely, eyes bulging, yelling basic factoids at the their kids demonstrating a sense of urgency, while someone enjoying an even-paced lesson while smiling at their kids dropping the urgency ball? These are things I'd love to know as I'm being told I don't have a sense of urgency.
The best guess I can come up with from what has been going on is that a teacher's true sense of urgency can only be reflected in how well their students do on tests. That somehow if a teacher has a sense of urgency, he/she can transfer that urgency over to the student who will then feel compelled to score higher.
I know for a fact that I have a strong sense of urgency about wanting and needing my kids to do better. Not just on tests, but in life in general. But I will admit I've been somewhat deficient in transferring that sense of urgency over to most of my kids. It's a very hard thing to transfer, because it's not like an auto title that one can just sign over to someone else.
I've tried direct skin-to-skin transfer -- but high fives and fist bumps seem to only make the kids happy instead of stressing them out more.
I've tried Vulcan mind melds -- but thoughts of Hot Cheetos and Justin Beiber have forced my mind back like a brick wall.
I've tried lecturing, but judging by the quickness of eyes glazing over, it's obvious my sense of urgency just didn't take.
So I continue to be one of those teachers who is labeled with the USN (No Sense of Urgency) stamp.
I guess until I can think of something else to try, I'll just have to continue instructing the kids and building up their math skills as best as I can.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Distractions
Let's face it. Sometimes kids get distracted. It doesn't always take
much. Here are just a few reasons kids may get distracted in class.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Mea culpa
While everyone is coming clean, I have a confession to make. I too once used a banned substance to enhance my teaching performance.
The hardest part was finding a fellow teacher to actually administer the shot into my buttocks.
The hardest part was finding a fellow teacher to actually administer the shot into my buttocks.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
May I go to the nurse
Having a little fun today, I thought I'd list a few reasons that kids may ask to go to the nurse. Then I turned it into this graphic.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Free on the Kindle today and tomorrow!
Hey everyone,
The Kindle version of my first book, Learn Me Good, is free today and tomorrow (Jan 9 and 10). If you haven't ever checked it out, I hope you will do so now, and if you already have, I hope you will pass the news on to friends and family.
Thanks!
John
The Kindle version of my first book, Learn Me Good, is free today and tomorrow (Jan 9 and 10). If you haven't ever checked it out, I hope you will do so now, and if you already have, I hope you will pass the news on to friends and family.
Thanks!
John
Sunday, January 06, 2013
Join the email list!
Now that we are in a new year, I'd like to once again extend an invitation to anyone who is interested to join the Learn Me Good mailing list! Every once in a while, I send out emails with ideas for promotion of the book, questions for suggestions, and giveaways.
If you're interested, please drop me an email -- [email protected] (note the 2) -- and let me know you're in!
If you're interested, please drop me an email -- [email protected] (note the 2) -- and let me know you're in!
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, everyone!
May your 2013 be full of excellent observations, inquisitive students, and dry erase markers that never run out!
Sunday, December 30, 2012
2012 Year in Review
Year in
Review 2012
January
Several
friends joined us at the casa to ring in the New Year with games and
merriment. This included a very competitive
round of Just Dance on the Wii. Tamara
did not participate, because of her condition, and none of the other girls
participated, claiming sympathy pregnancy.
Welcome to 2012 – the year the guys take back the virtual dance floor.
2012
started off as the best year ever for Learn Me Good as well. After a few days of free giveaways to
generate interest, the book soared into the Amazon Top 100, staying there for
several days and peaking at Number 65. I
received an email from Oprah and got totally excited, but it turned out to be
from Oprah Gonzalez, no relation, praising the benefits of working from home.
Towards
the end of the month, I took one of my brilliant innovations to the Shark Tank
and made quite the impression. I figure
I’ve at least quadrupled the annoyance factor of smoke detectors with dying
batteries. Now instead of just beeping
sporadically while you spend half an hour figuring out which room the noise is
coming from, my version has the bad detector let out a quick, “PSSST!” while
all of the other smoke detectors in the house giggle loudly. Mark Cuban actually paid me $100 to leave and
never contact him again.
February
This
was the month that Tamara gave me the green light to sell off some of her
thousands of purses. I delved deep into
the murky underworld of the ebay purse market, and I did not come out
unchanged. Giant caricatures of Kate
Spade, Louis Vuitton, and Barry Burberry haunted my dreams every night. By the end of the month, I had to give it up
and take up something less stressful – juggling chainsaws.
A
few days before my birthday, T and I went out to eat at one of our favorite
Tex-Mex places. As we walked in, I
slowly realized that people were screaming at me. A few moments later, I realized they were
friends. Tamara had thrown me a surprise
birthday party, and it was a success! I
quickly changed my drawers and enjoyed the rest of the evening.
We
were both asked to be Mystery Shoppers for the first time towards the end of
the month. We wanted to do this thing
right, so we adopted new personas before heading into the store. I became Montpelier Rutherford Eastington
III, the washing machine magnate, while T was my mistress, Esmerelda Q. By the time we left, we even had some of the
store employees using Montpelier’s signature catchphrase – “Now THAT’LL make a
monkey call for his pipe!”
March
Spring
Break, as always, provided a welcome break from the classroom. T graciously “let” me paint the nursery while
she visited her parents down south. I
learned the hard way that paint colors often do not turn out the way they look
in pictures, as my first attempt at gray – “Full Moon” – turned out to be
white, and my second attempt – “Nautical Gray” – turned out to be Carolina
Blue.
We
spent most of the month shopping for a new car.
Thinking that Tamara’s 2-door coupe would probably be too small for
porting a baby around, we had our sights set on an SUV. So I researched, I emailed, I stalked, I
queried, and finally, on the last day of the month, I bought. Because we had done all of our work in
advance and had already set up the buy, we were in and out of the dealership in
only 5 hours!
I
let out my inner thespian by taking on the role of Spectator #23,415 in the
upcoming film, The Puck Stops Here. Though I’m one fan among many at the
climactic hockey game, be sure to listen closely for the guy shouting, “THESE
NACHOS ARE SOGGY!!”
April
One
evening, T and I did it – we broke the bed.
Not doing anything fun, mind you – just trying to go to sleep. Upon closer examination, it appeared as
though the bed had been put together by blind, one-armed, 3-year-old monkeys
who had just been lobotomized. When the
new bed was finally delivered, I watched closely and saw a couple of pieces used
that weren’t even included the first time around. So glad I paid for that quality incentive.
We
both survived the Dallas tornados of April 2012, huddled down in our respective
classrooms across town from each other, and thankfully, the scare did not
induce early labor. At that point,
Tamara would have welcomed an early arrival, but I needed to sweat the rest of
April to win the rather large birth pool bet I had placed with a bookie in
Vegas. Oh wait, I wasn’t supposed to
ever mention that. Nevermind.
I
had been delaying my jury duty until after the yearly standardized tests (this
year, STAARMAGGEDON), and I could delay it no further. At the very end of the month, I sat on a
panel and then stood before the judge to tell her that I couldn’t sit on a 4-6
week jury because I was about to be a father at any moment. The judge (only somewhat jokingly) asked if I
really needed to be present at the hospital when the baby was born. I told her (only somewhat jokingly) that if
she let me off, I would use “Wapner” as my son’s middle name.
May
Finally,
after so much waiting, our little bundle of joy arrived! A brand new computer, fully loaded, replacing
the old one that was about to give up the ghost! We thought we knew what fast processing
speeds were before, but we had been living in darkness!

Having
never changed a diaper in my entire life, I quickly adapted and learned,
changing roughly 4,287 in the first week.
Tamara changed her first diaper about 9 days later, when all of her
family (including me) had gone back home or back to work. Drew himself has yet to do jack squat in the
diaper changing department.
June
As
the school year drew to a close, I learned that I was being moved to 4th grade,
where I would have 3 sections of kids instead of 2, and none of them would be
the kids I had taught this year. I was
also asked to learn Farsi and have 2 ribs removed. We teach math at our school, NOT reasoning,
logic, or sense!
With
both of us off for summer, Tamara and I quickly settled into a routine that
would let us get a decent amount of sleep.
Drew, in the meantime, quickly settled into a pattern of making really
weird gremlin sounds that earned him the nickname “Gizmo.”
After
Facebook’s wildly successful IPO in May, I decided to have my own in
mid-June. Shares of Pearson’s Potential
Ponderings went for $10 a pop, and all five shares were bought by me. WILDLY successful. Shares are now estimated to be worth infinity
a piece.
July
At
the very beginning of the month, I asked all of my friends and supporters to
help me try and convince Entertainment Weekly to run a blurb on Learn Me
Good. On the plus side, I was amazed by
the outpouring of support and willingness by the people I asked to email the
senior book editor at EW. On the
negative side, the senior book editor at EW viewed this as major spam. I have a feeling that if you were to say “Learn
Me Good” in her presence, she would STILL start convulsing and foaming at the
mouth.
In
mid-July, Tamara and her mom went down to Corpus Christi for their annual beach
trip, and they took Drew with them.
While Drew lay out on the sand, built up his tan, and ogled the bikinis,
I stayed home and got some things done.
This included painting the front door red. We had considered green, but I didn’t want
our neighbors to be constantly asking us what was going on behind the green
door.
While
T started hosting a weekly girl’s night at the house, I got together with a few
buddies on Tuesday nights to play team trivia.
Our team, the Synchronized Speedos, demonstrated a severe lack of
knowledge on the subject of teen pop rock, but we placed in the top 3 most
nights anyway. Especially nights when
there were only two teams playing.
August
On
the first Sunday of the month, Drew was baptized at St. Vincent’s. He was wonderfully behaved during the entire
Mass and made us all very proud. My only
disappointment of the day was Drew’s hair being too short for me to fashion
into a Mohawk once the holy oil was applied to his head.
Our
air conditioning went out for a couple of days, something which would not be
pleasant under ANY circumstances, but certainly not with a baby in the
house. Fortunately, our home warranty
came through, and the problem was fixed after 2 days. It was a long hard 2 days from the baby’s
standpoint; Andrew, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind.
Lays
potato chips ran a contest where entrants could choose their own ingredients and
name their own flavor. The winner’s
entry would be turned into a new product on the shelves. I submitted hedgehog fur, soap bubbles, and
unicorn tears under the name, “You’re Welcome, Biz-nitch!” Winners have yet to be announced, but I’ve
been practicing saying, “Betcha can’t eat just one!” in the mirror for when my
acceptance speech comes around.
September
Due
to high demand from the voices in my head, I released my 3rd book, this one a
foray into the world of fantasy football.
I wrote the New Orleans Saints’ DrewBrees several times asking him to endorse
I Coulda Caught That Pass! (a true story
about fake football), but he never replied.
Therefore, I can state with certainty, DrewBrees absolutely does NOT dislike
this book!
McDonald’s
kicked off their Monopoly sweepstakes once again, forcing me into my yearly
downward spiral of addiction to peel-off game pieces. Once again, Pacific Avenue eluded me, Marvin
Gardens mocked me, and Boardwalk pulled down its pants and mooned me. Family and friends suggested an
intervention. They wanna make me go to
rehab, but I said NO, NO, don’t pass GO.
October
T
and her mom took Drew on his first road trip, a journey which included a stay
in Savannah, Georgia. Drew was a big
sensation around town, and the gang even saw James Gandalfini at their
hotel. So at the ripe age of 5 months,
Andrew became a “Made Man” by Tony Soprano himself! Badda Bing!
For
Halloween, mother and child dressed up as a chef and a lobster,
respectively. I was so proud of my son
and the way he would turn to give me a “WTF?!?” look every time a teenager
without costume came to our door. We also
took the time to have our first serious father-son talk, about the importance
of staying away from those disgusting candy corns.
With
Tamara “retiring” from teaching to take care of Andrew full time, I decided to
try my hand at something that would make us a little extra money on the side –
painting. My first piece, Mustard Stain on Sofa Cushion No. 1,
received this review from a local art critic – “Pearson’s work is to the Mona
Lisa as a first grader’s clay ash tray is to the Great Pyramids of Egypt.” You hear that? My work is being compared to the PYRAMIDS,
Motherf@%*ers!!!
November
Much
to Tamara’s dismay, Drew started sleeping in his crib in the nursery this
month. For many nights afterward, while
I slept like a log, T sat up in bed and watched Drew on the baby monitor. Her insomnia came partly out of motherly
concern and partly because the baby monitor uses night vision, so everything
comes out looking like a scary episode of Ghost Hunters.
We
spent Drew’s first Thanksgiving with my family in Arlington. Good food, good company, good times. In lieu of going downtown for the annual
Turkey Trot, we instead opted to watch a Turkey Crawl around the living room
floor.
We
couldn’t help but notice that celebrity death hoaxes reached an absurd overload
this month. Throughout the year, Facebook
statuses claimed the demise of Eddie Murphy, John Travolta, Morgan Freeman,
Elmo, Betty Crocker, Scrooge McDuck, Perry the Platypus, both Hardy Boys, and
Dora the Explorer. All of these reports
proved to be false. I must confess that
I myself am responsible for beginning and spreading one such hoax in November. You will all be pleased to learn that Count
Chocula did NOT in fact meet his demise at the hands of cereal rival Sugar Pops
van Helsing.
December
T
took Drew to see Santa Claus for the first time, and being no fool, Drew pulled
off the imposter’s beard and spoke his first words with authority – “You’re not
Santa! You smell like beef and cheese!” That’s my boy!
We
continued our yearly holiday tradition of spending Christmas Eve with my family
then driving down to Tamara’s folks on Christmas day. It started snowing right as we were leaving
my parents’ house, so Drew’s first Christmas was officially a white one. Though he didn’t fully understand the true significance
of the holiday just yet, he did absolutely love all of the boxes he received,
upon which to pound mightily.
Finally,
the alleged Mayan Doomsday came and went without a bang, except for it being
the last day of school for the year. It did
make me wonder, though, what else so many people believe in yet are so wrong
about. Evolution? String Theory? Justin Beiber?
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Like me, please!
A fellow author mentioned that the more Likes
you have on your Amazon Author page, the higher your books are placed in
their algorithms for views. So everyone, please click on the link below
then click on the Like button. Should take less than 10 seconds of your
time.
Thank you!
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Thursday, December 06, 2012
You might be...
With apologies to Jeff Foxworthy:
If you think it's a good idea to pull teachers out during instructional time to have them make an action plan for how to improve student performance...
you might be a principal.
If you think it's a good idea to pull teachers out during instructional time to have them make an action plan for how to improve student performance...
you might be a principal.
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Mr. Short Term Memory
I got a new kid a few weeks ago, and to put it mildly, he seems to live in a haze. While he does (surprisingly) possess some math aptitude, he usually doesn't look like he knows what is going on.
Whenever it's time to switch classes, he is always the last one out of the room, no matter what order I call the kids in. It just takes him that long to get his muscles firing and moving, I guess.
So while he and his class -- the class that has JUST left my room -- wait for their other teacher to pick them up, I stand in my doorway and greet my third class of the day. As they come into the room, I stand with my fist out, to give them a fist bump and a "Good afternoon." (I used to do high fives, but switched to fist bumps in the hopes that it would cause less germ-passing. HA.)
My new kid, standing at the end of the line that has just LEFT my room, will quite often see me standing there with my fist out -- and walk over with HIS fist out in an attempt to give me a fist bump and enter my room. I have to gently remind him (more than once, on some days!) that he has already been to my class that day.
At least he remembers his name... most of the time.
Whenever it's time to switch classes, he is always the last one out of the room, no matter what order I call the kids in. It just takes him that long to get his muscles firing and moving, I guess.
So while he and his class -- the class that has JUST left my room -- wait for their other teacher to pick them up, I stand in my doorway and greet my third class of the day. As they come into the room, I stand with my fist out, to give them a fist bump and a "Good afternoon." (I used to do high fives, but switched to fist bumps in the hopes that it would cause less germ-passing. HA.)
My new kid, standing at the end of the line that has just LEFT my room, will quite often see me standing there with my fist out -- and walk over with HIS fist out in an attempt to give me a fist bump and enter my room. I have to gently remind him (more than once, on some days!) that he has already been to my class that day.
At least he remembers his name... most of the time.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I take the fifth
I told the kids in one class a fraction-related joke today.
A guy walks into a restaurant and orders a pizza. The waiter asks if the man would like the pizza cut into 4 pieces or 8 pieces. The man replies, "Better make it 4. I could never eat 8 pieces!"
There were a few pained grimaces of non-understanding, and a general lack of comprehension. When we started talking about it, how the guy would be eating the WHOLE pizza, no matter whether it was cut into 4 pieces or 8, a few kids started to get it.
One kid had his hand raised the whole time, and when I finally called on him, he asked, "How old is that joke?"
I said, "I'm not sure, but pretty old."
He then said, "Oh, no wonder it's not funny."
A guy walks into a restaurant and orders a pizza. The waiter asks if the man would like the pizza cut into 4 pieces or 8 pieces. The man replies, "Better make it 4. I could never eat 8 pieces!"
There were a few pained grimaces of non-understanding, and a general lack of comprehension. When we started talking about it, how the guy would be eating the WHOLE pizza, no matter whether it was cut into 4 pieces or 8, a few kids started to get it.
One kid had his hand raised the whole time, and when I finally called on him, he asked, "How old is that joke?"
I said, "I'm not sure, but pretty old."
He then said, "Oh, no wonder it's not funny."
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Darn right, I'm smart!
Yesterday, in our opening discussion on fractions, I asked the kids to count all of the students in the room. Lots of sweeping glances and finger pointing around the room as the kids counted.
I then asked them what fraction of kids in the room were boys. Again, a flurry of exaggerated counting, with mostly right answers shouted out. Finally, I asked them what fraction of kids in the room were girls. Same activity of spinning in chairs to count everyone one by one.
When that was done, I told the kids that I knew what the fraction of girls was without even needing to actually COUNT the girls in the room. The TA in the room with me at the time spoke up with a "Me too!"
I asked the kids to discuss with one another how it was that Mr. Ball and I knew the fraction without needing to count.
Several kids immediately shouted out, "BECAUSE YOU'RE SMART!!!"
Well, sure, but not exactly the answer I was looking for...
I then asked them what fraction of kids in the room were boys. Again, a flurry of exaggerated counting, with mostly right answers shouted out. Finally, I asked them what fraction of kids in the room were girls. Same activity of spinning in chairs to count everyone one by one.
When that was done, I told the kids that I knew what the fraction of girls was without even needing to actually COUNT the girls in the room. The TA in the room with me at the time spoke up with a "Me too!"
I asked the kids to discuss with one another how it was that Mr. Ball and I knew the fraction without needing to count.
Several kids immediately shouted out, "BECAUSE YOU'RE SMART!!!"
Well, sure, but not exactly the answer I was looking for...
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Magnetic personality
Since this past week was my turn to do morning announcements, and the science word of the week was Magnetism, I sent a girl down yesterday with a great Dave Barry quote -- "Magnetism is one of the six fundamental forces of the Universe, with the other five being gravity, duct tape, whining, remote control, and the force that pulls dogs toward the groins of strangers."
The teachers seemed to enjoy it. :)
The teachers seemed to enjoy it. :)
Friday, October 05, 2012
Students are different!
Today's post is a guest post from writer Aileen Pablo.
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As a teacher I have had the joy and the challenge of meeting a wide variety of students. I have also come to understand that students are not divided into various classrooms based on their personality. Instead, they are melded together with the hopes that everyone in the class can embrace diversity and get to know people that hold different characteristics than themselves.
But as any teacher is aware of, this is not always possible. You undoubtedly have felt that teaching itself becomes far more difficult when the person leading the class has to find a way to balance these varying personalities and still convey the same information to all students. While you want to encourage individualism and allow students to let their personalities shine through, you may find it difficult to know how to manage a classroom filled with varying demands of you and the student’s peers.
Here are a few ways I have learned to cope with the ever changing dynamic of varying personalities in the classroom.
• Choose to use a calm and positive tone of voice – This is not always easy when you are up to your ears in stress over the way the children are interacting with each other and with you. When you feel yourself getting overwhelmed, make a conscious decision to remind yourself to continue using a calm tone of voice with a positive message. This will help to avoid escalating excited students energy levels and instead help to bring the classroom back to a sense of normalcy.
• Pause strategically – When it feels impossible to use a tone of voice to speak over the chatterbox in one corner, and the nagging student who is in constant need of your help in the other, simply pause. The students will have also felt the classroom starting to feel out of control and will notice your less than enthusiastic mood over the change. This can have a powerful impact and can help bring the center of focus back on the lesson instead of the seemingly bickering between personality types.
• Let the student’s choose – Classrooms are created without attention to various personality types or learning styles to help teach students how to best work with one another. In some situations, this can work to your advantage. Put the students in charge of deciding how the lesson plans will go. For example, allow them to choose together if they will read out loud or to themselves quietly. Once they have made the decision, you are able to use that in your favor to maintain control over the classroom and bring the personalities of students that would have otherwise been divided, back together.
• Avoid struggling for power over the students – Some students love a good debate with their teacher, and they thrive on the opportunity to prove a teacher wrong in front of the classroom. Other students may appreciate this power struggle or they may be annoyed with it, but chances are even if another student comes to your rescue, it will only cause the debate to worsen and you to feel out of control of the classroom. Instead, it is a good idea to avoid any power struggles with students and not get defensive. This will provide an opportunity for debate that you should not engage in, and instead will give the power to the student. While it is important to allow students to speak their mind and be individuals, this power struggle can make it more difficult than necessary to conduct the class.
If you are like me, you have experienced the entire lot of personality types. The way you react to the various personality types will directly impact how the student reacts which means you are still in control over your class and gives you a better way to handle individuality in the classroom.
Author Bio
Aileen Pablo is part of the team behind Open Learning Australia, one of Australia’s leading providers of Distance education. When not working, Aileen blogs about education and career.She is often invited as a speaker in Personality Development Seminars in the Philippines.If you have a blog and would like free content. You can find her on Google+.
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As a teacher I have had the joy and the challenge of meeting a wide variety of students. I have also come to understand that students are not divided into various classrooms based on their personality. Instead, they are melded together with the hopes that everyone in the class can embrace diversity and get to know people that hold different characteristics than themselves.
But as any teacher is aware of, this is not always possible. You undoubtedly have felt that teaching itself becomes far more difficult when the person leading the class has to find a way to balance these varying personalities and still convey the same information to all students. While you want to encourage individualism and allow students to let their personalities shine through, you may find it difficult to know how to manage a classroom filled with varying demands of you and the student’s peers.
Here are a few ways I have learned to cope with the ever changing dynamic of varying personalities in the classroom.
• Choose to use a calm and positive tone of voice – This is not always easy when you are up to your ears in stress over the way the children are interacting with each other and with you. When you feel yourself getting overwhelmed, make a conscious decision to remind yourself to continue using a calm tone of voice with a positive message. This will help to avoid escalating excited students energy levels and instead help to bring the classroom back to a sense of normalcy.
• Pause strategically – When it feels impossible to use a tone of voice to speak over the chatterbox in one corner, and the nagging student who is in constant need of your help in the other, simply pause. The students will have also felt the classroom starting to feel out of control and will notice your less than enthusiastic mood over the change. This can have a powerful impact and can help bring the center of focus back on the lesson instead of the seemingly bickering between personality types.
• Let the student’s choose – Classrooms are created without attention to various personality types or learning styles to help teach students how to best work with one another. In some situations, this can work to your advantage. Put the students in charge of deciding how the lesson plans will go. For example, allow them to choose together if they will read out loud or to themselves quietly. Once they have made the decision, you are able to use that in your favor to maintain control over the classroom and bring the personalities of students that would have otherwise been divided, back together.
• Avoid struggling for power over the students – Some students love a good debate with their teacher, and they thrive on the opportunity to prove a teacher wrong in front of the classroom. Other students may appreciate this power struggle or they may be annoyed with it, but chances are even if another student comes to your rescue, it will only cause the debate to worsen and you to feel out of control of the classroom. Instead, it is a good idea to avoid any power struggles with students and not get defensive. This will provide an opportunity for debate that you should not engage in, and instead will give the power to the student. While it is important to allow students to speak their mind and be individuals, this power struggle can make it more difficult than necessary to conduct the class.
If you are like me, you have experienced the entire lot of personality types. The way you react to the various personality types will directly impact how the student reacts which means you are still in control over your class and gives you a better way to handle individuality in the classroom.
Author Bio
Aileen Pablo is part of the team behind Open Learning Australia, one of Australia’s leading providers of Distance education. When not working, Aileen blogs about education and career.She is often invited as a speaker in Personality Development Seminars in the Philippines.If you have a blog and would like free content. You can find her on Google+.
Monday, October 01, 2012
Reverse reverse psychology
Last Thursday, my second class fooled around a lot and didn't get very much done. As a result, I sent them home with homework, while the other two classes did not have it.
Friday, when it came time to switch classes, I spoke to that class before they came into my room.
I said, "Remember what happened yesterday. Do you want to have homework again tonight??"
Much to my surprise, most of them yelled, "YESSSSSS!!!"
They never cease to surprise me.
Friday, when it came time to switch classes, I spoke to that class before they came into my room.
I said, "Remember what happened yesterday. Do you want to have homework again tonight??"
Much to my surprise, most of them yelled, "YESSSSSS!!!"
They never cease to surprise me.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Shut yo' mouth!
This week's Learn Me Good comic strip is reminiscent of something that I actually heard in class this year.
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