So it has been an extremely long time since the last time I posted. Sorry about that. I also changed the name of my blog (I’ll explain that in a later post).
This week we made a lion mask, and because I just have to be different, I decided to incorporate a couple of other animals into my mask (and yes, I insist on doing all of the crafts my students do, and not just giving the directions. It’s more fun that way)…
I don’t think any of my students knew what I was doing, even after I explained it to them. That’s ok. They colored their lions blue and purple and tye-dye, so whatever. Let me have my lionzebragiraffe.
My students are working on counting in math, and even though I am so sick and tired of working on that goal I laugh every. single. time. I love hearing them count to ten.
Gets me every time.
Today was the first day back at work after the holiday break. Guess how many of my students showed up? One. As in uno. I couldn’t believe it. Needless to say it was a pretty boring day. The time went by super slow because nothing ridiculous or potentially life-threatening happened.
So we decided to have a fun day. The one little girl that did show up got to watch some of my favorite Looney Tunes cartoons from my childhood – yes, I am a child of the 90s. Both of them are They Might Be Giants songs, and both of them are stuck in my head at the same time. Enjoy!
Oh, and watch out for any accidental learning that might occur when watching these videos.
I finally get to be like all of my lazy friends!
In a previous post I talked about using a stop motion app on my phone to make a video with my students. Well, it looks like we’re going to do it after all (not King Kong vs. Pterodactyl, but something that goes along with our jungle theme). Summer school is on hold for the holiday week, so it’ll have to wait, but I thought I would take a look at a couple of videos I made with some of my fourth graders with Autism this past school year.
Their classes were doing a stop motion project all together, but both of them were going to be gone when they were filming the video because we take our students to gymnastics once a week. I didn’t want them to miss out on this awesome project, so I downloaded a free app called Stop Animator. I had each kid draw their own scenery and tape it on the wall, as well as arrange the dinosaurs how ever they wanted for each picture. It was difficult to explain to them what we were doing, and we could only take 20-30 pictures before they got impatient with the project, but the smiles on their faces were worth it.
Both of them watched their videos over and over and over and over and over again, and both of them showed their videos to their classes. It was a great project and I can’t wait to do it again with the kids I have now.
Welp, another day another craft. I am really not the crafty sort. I have plenty of ideas, but zero patience for actually executing them. But now that I’m teaching elementary school kids I really have no choice but to follow through with my ideas.
This means that my car’s a hot mess (and I mean this in the most literal sense. It’s been over 100 degrees everyday this week) full of rolls of tin foil and rainbow yarn left over from my Father’s Day prank (yes, I did actually have some left over), popsicle sticks, construction paper, glue, scissors, and finger paint. I could probably make a pretty decent profit selling craft supplies out of the back seat of my car to desperate stay-at-home moms that need to keep their kids busy.
Anywho, so far this week the kids have made two paper bag puppets – a monkey and a parrot. They seemed to really like both of the crafts, come to think of it, they like all crafts. It doesn’t matter what we do, they always love it. I could give them each one broken crayon and a dirty piece of paper and they would still have fun.
I don’t know if you can tell, but I used the same trick with some of the spots as I did with these flower/stars from the jungle collage. They’re just cut out circles from dried paper plates we used for painting a few days before. I noticed that today the kids were much more comfortable with the abstract-ness of the spots than they were before. With the exception of the little girl that made this red bird, they all were willing to use them on their birds. I’m all about helping these kids get outside of their teeny tiny comfort zones.
It wasn’t until after I sent them home with their dry monkeys that I realized I had missed a golden opportunity. How amazingly cool would it have been to have a monkey vs. parrot fight! King Kong vs. Pterodactyl right in my own classroom. I could have used the stop motion app on my phone and pulled out the creepy barbie doll in my school-issued laptop case. It would have been epic. But, as my grandma used to say, “If we would’ve had some ham we would’ve had some ham and eggs, if we would’ve had some eggs.” That’s just how it goes sometimes.
As you may know, I’m teaching kids with special needs this summer. The school day is only 3 hours long and we only go to school three days a week. That’s not a whole lot of time to get to know the kids, and with all the IEP stuff and data collection we have to do it can be hard to find time to have fun with them.
We do, however, have a twenty minute recess. Usually recess is a plan time for most teachers while a few are on duty. But in summer school everyone is on duty – all of the teachers and all of the aides. So a typical recess at summer school is ten or so adults standing off to the side chatting while about fifteen kids play on the playground.
It may be wrong, but I love the unhelpful high school teacher.
I have to admit that adult conversation is a nice break from the kid songs and nonsense that usually come out of my mouth when I’m teaching, but recently I’ve realized that retreating into the adult corner is somewhat of a missed opportunity. Recess is really the only time in our short day that requires no data collection or teaching. This is a sacred time specifically and exclusively reserved for having fun.
Every recess I’m torn between hanging out with the cool teachers and going down the slide with the little stinkers that keep my stock in Excedrine in the black. Some days I choose the cool, jaded teachers and other days I choose the stinkers, but I’ve noticed a definite change in my view towards the kids when I play with them. Student A isn’t IEP goal 3.1.4, she’s the brave little one that likes to go down the slide backwards (this is totally against the rules btw). Student B isn’t just working on extending patterns and finding rhymes, he’s building a strong friendship with a kid in another class by playing tag.
I’m not a mushy, sappy, lovey-dovey person with an unrealistic and rose-colored view of “being the change” or whatever, but it is my experience that spending a few minutes to enjoy my students does have a positive affect on their education. On the days I play with them, something kind of amazing happens – they’re more willing to follow directions and stay on task. I really don’t know why. I’m not more lenient and I’m not their friend. In fact, I’ve gotten more strict with them as the days go on. Maybe they feel more comfortable with me? I don’t know. But whatever the reason I guess I would just encourage anyone else who works kids with special needs to spend a few minutes to just relax and have fun with them.
Related Article: Power of Playtime by Science Daily
I have to say that I have really lucked out with my kids, parents, and aides for summer school. As a whole I don’t have much to complain about, but one little girl’s mother really grinds my gears.
Every time this child comes to school she is filthy. I mean F.I.L.T.H.Y. There is stain upon stain on every piece of her outfit. Stains of different ages on the same piece of clothing. Holes in her skirts. It’s just appalling. She literally looks like she has been hanging out in a landfill on a rainy day. It so, so sad and so, so infuriating.
I understand that laundry probably isn’t most people’s favorite chore or their favorite way to spent their free time, but every parent has a responsibility to their children are given the best chance to succeed in life, and sending your child to school in filthy clothing is only preparing them to fail. It sends the wrong message to her typical and non-typical peers, as well as to her teachers. I mean really, who wants to be friends with Pig Pen? Who has high expectations for Pig Pen? No one. No one wants to hang out with him and no one thinks he can make something of himself.
Does this mother think that just because she has Down Syndrome she won’t notice that her clothes look disgusting? This child is a super smart and super quick little girl who doesn’t let anyone get away with anything. How is she going to feel when one day she suddenly looks around the room and realizes that hers are the only clothes with holes and stains.
All I want to do is go to Goodwill and buy this girl some new clothes, but I know they’ll just end up like all the rest. Tattered and dirty.