My 6th graders wrote me a poem.
It was a surprise. They wrote two acrostic poems, one about Jo and one about me, as sort of a "Thank you" which they read at graduation. We were both totally shocked - I knew they were planning something I couldn't know about, but I thought it was extra verses of a song that I actually did know about. But, I was wrong. It was a poem. I got really emotional, and after the ceremony, as I was congratulating my students, I was going to ask if I could have a copy of the poem, and one girl handed me a copy that they had all already signed. It was an electric, emotional, exciting moment.
Here is the poem in its entirety:
Joel Abramovitz is one a kind, a better teacher is hard to find.
Oh so supportive you have been to everyone in our class, the year we spent together is something that in our hearts will always last.
Excellent at teaching with a new and exciting mind, you are smart, helpful, caring, and kind.
Learned from you this year many things, a positive and interactive way of teaching is something with you you truly bring!
[The last two lines don't fit in the acrostic]
You are leaving to Israel next year, and we will definitely miss you so, but we appreciate all that you've done for us, and we hope that's something you know!
The road of being a teacher you have only just begun, but you have made this year fun for everyone!
I think it was a great year. I'm really proud of what I learned, accomplished, and did. And now... off to Israel!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Intergenerational Day: Preview (review?)
I just got home from Intergenerational Day. It was a day I, and the rest of the staff of TIOH, have been dreading for weeks. And it was a lovely day, and an amazing night. I'm coming off an incredible high of the evening. It was the 6th graders' last IG Day (as they are graduating in less than 3 months) and the emotions were running high, and their performance tonight was great. Jo and I were faklempt (my eyes were misty; Jo might have been legitimately crying) and after the show the 6th graders had an incredible, electric energy back in the classroom. They were singing, and dancing, and hootin' n' hollaerin', hugging each other and Jo and me and shouting and stomping feet and carryin' on. Anyways, it was really wonderful and memorable and I will try to write more on the whole IG Day process soon... But no promises...
Expect the unexpected.
Expect the unexpected.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
i'm sorry... what did you say?
Man oh man the kids were punchy today.
Judaica is the last class Tuesday-Thursday, and today I was starting the class while Jeff, the Judaic teacher, was finishing 5th grade Judaica. I was trying to quiet the class and get them focused, and one boy was reading a book, and I stood in front of the room, waiting for his attention. The majority of the class was silent, at attention, but this one kid was reading, (un)intentionally oblivious. Then he looked up, put the sheet he was futzing with down, and asked, "Can I help you?"
What ridiculous chutzpah.
Quickly regaining my cool, but feeling the blood rush to my head and the impatience and anger starting to swell, I said, "You can help me by putting that sheet away and sitting quietly."
Zing!
Judaica is the last class Tuesday-Thursday, and today I was starting the class while Jeff, the Judaic teacher, was finishing 5th grade Judaica. I was trying to quiet the class and get them focused, and one boy was reading a book, and I stood in front of the room, waiting for his attention. The majority of the class was silent, at attention, but this one kid was reading, (un)intentionally oblivious. Then he looked up, put the sheet he was futzing with down, and asked, "Can I help you?"
What ridiculous chutzpah.
Quickly regaining my cool, but feeling the blood rush to my head and the impatience and anger starting to swell, I said, "You can help me by putting that sheet away and sitting quietly."
Zing!
Monday, March 17, 2008
saying goodbye... in march
I keep thinking about the song "Saying Goodbye" from The Muppets Take Manhattan. It's a quiet, lovely Muppet song, and when I was younger I would fast forward through it because I wanted to get back to the fast-talking Muppet brand of sass.
The sentiment of "Saying goodbye, why is it sad?/Makes us remember the good times we've had/Much more to say, foolish to try/It's time for saying goodbye/" never made much sense to me, as a little kids. But now I have some perspective, and have an idea of saying goodbye, I definitely appreciate the sad sad song. And especially now, as we approach the end of the year, it rings true. Not really for me, but for my kids, who have been at TIOH for years; many of them have been there, together, since Mommy and Me, and are now preparing themselves to leave. It's only mid-March, but I think they're getting ready to part and some of them (and definitely some of their parents) are having a hard time with this.
These feelings are especially intense this week because on Friday the Middle School acceptance/denial letters will be mailed, and the kids (and many, if not all, of their parents) are on some serious edge. It's a very stress-inducing process and it's reaching the climax. Some will have a happy weekend; others, not so much. Thank god they'll have the weekend to digest and come to school Monday (hopefully) doing okay.
So, to prepare them, Jo ended the day today with a class talk. We went to the courtyard and sat in a circle and went around talking about our favorite (or great) things about this year. It was so lovely, so nice, so positive. It was a crazy week last week, and there was some lingering craze today, crossed with growing stress and anxiety about the letters, that it was a great way to center the kids (and the teachers) and remind them how wonderful each and every one of them are.
At the same time, it totally reminded all of them (and the teachers) that there's only 10 weeks of teaching left in the year. So, yeah, we're getting ready to say goodbye.
The sentiment of "Saying goodbye, why is it sad?/Makes us remember the good times we've had/Much more to say, foolish to try/It's time for saying goodbye/" never made much sense to me, as a little kids. But now I have some perspective, and have an idea of saying goodbye, I definitely appreciate the sad sad song. And especially now, as we approach the end of the year, it rings true. Not really for me, but for my kids, who have been at TIOH for years; many of them have been there, together, since Mommy and Me, and are now preparing themselves to leave. It's only mid-March, but I think they're getting ready to part and some of them (and definitely some of their parents) are having a hard time with this.
These feelings are especially intense this week because on Friday the Middle School acceptance/denial letters will be mailed, and the kids (and many, if not all, of their parents) are on some serious edge. It's a very stress-inducing process and it's reaching the climax. Some will have a happy weekend; others, not so much. Thank god they'll have the weekend to digest and come to school Monday (hopefully) doing okay.
So, to prepare them, Jo ended the day today with a class talk. We went to the courtyard and sat in a circle and went around talking about our favorite (or great) things about this year. It was so lovely, so nice, so positive. It was a crazy week last week, and there was some lingering craze today, crossed with growing stress and anxiety about the letters, that it was a great way to center the kids (and the teachers) and remind them how wonderful each and every one of them are.
At the same time, it totally reminded all of them (and the teachers) that there's only 10 weeks of teaching left in the year. So, yeah, we're getting ready to say goodbye.
Friday, March 14, 2008
something in the water
This week has been hazy, loopy, discombobulated. A thing of madness. Like constantly walking underneath a waterfall. Strangely hallucinatory, but in a very lucid, straightforward sense. The children have been off the wall this week, silly and serious, demanding and meek, embodying all sorts of contradictions stuffed into muddles wrapped in enigmas. It's Friday evening and I'm exhausted, totally drained. I've used all my mental and emotional and physical capacities keeping my head together and maintaining my cool.
Is it because of daylight savings time?
Is it because middle school acceptance/rejection letters come out in a week?
Is it because it's Adar?
Who knows?
All I know is I'm going to bed early tonight!
Is it because of daylight savings time?
Is it because middle school acceptance/rejection letters come out in a week?
Is it because it's Adar?
Who knows?
All I know is I'm going to bed early tonight!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Shakesperience!
Today we went on a field trip, to Glendale, to see a 90-minute Shakespeare play, called "Shakesperience!" It was a program designed for middle (and probably some high) school students to introduce them to Shakespeare. It was pretty cool actually.
It was at the Alex Theater which is the cool old theater/movie house in downtown Glendale - down the street from the almost infamous Galleria. There were a lot of schools there and they all came on busses and were sat and fed by old lady ushers (sort of like Design for Sharing, for you Royce kids). The show itself was a selection of scenes, all "on the common theme of relations between a man and a woman," from the following five plays:
1) Romeo and Juliet
2) Taming of the Shrew
3) Macbeth
4) Hamlet
Interlude - a mocking of the Julius Caesar (the play we'll be reading next month) assassination scene
5) Midsummer Night's Dream
It was a pretty good show. The acting wasn't amazing, but it was solid. They really played more towards the broader comedy in all of the scenes, even the unfunny ones (like "Out Damned Spot!" or the fight between Romeo-Tybalt-Mercutio), which I think made it much more accessible to the kids, even if some of the subtleties of the scenes were lost. But, I'm a but of a purist (snob? A rose by any other name...).
The whole thing was tied together by a "narrator" character, assuming the role of Robin Goodfellow (the real name of "Puck") who was actually the actor playing the part. More often than not he would break the 4th wall, and talk, in street speak, to the audience. It was good 11-year old humor. There was some hip-hop music in there, as well as ending the show with a pretty neato Elizabethan style dance.
I really like field trips in general. One, they break the monotony of the day. Two, I get to spend time with the kids in a non-academic environment. Three, I get to wear a t-shirt.
It was at the Alex Theater which is the cool old theater/movie house in downtown Glendale - down the street from the almost infamous Galleria. There were a lot of schools there and they all came on busses and were sat and fed by old lady ushers (sort of like Design for Sharing, for you Royce kids). The show itself was a selection of scenes, all "on the common theme of relations between a man and a woman," from the following five plays:
1) Romeo and Juliet
2) Taming of the Shrew
3) Macbeth
4) Hamlet
Interlude - a mocking of the Julius Caesar (the play we'll be reading next month) assassination scene
5) Midsummer Night's Dream
It was a pretty good show. The acting wasn't amazing, but it was solid. They really played more towards the broader comedy in all of the scenes, even the unfunny ones (like "Out Damned Spot!" or the fight between Romeo-Tybalt-Mercutio), which I think made it much more accessible to the kids, even if some of the subtleties of the scenes were lost. But, I'm a but of a purist (snob? A rose by any other name...).
The whole thing was tied together by a "narrator" character, assuming the role of Robin Goodfellow (the real name of "Puck") who was actually the actor playing the part. More often than not he would break the 4th wall, and talk, in street speak, to the audience. It was good 11-year old humor. There was some hip-hop music in there, as well as ending the show with a pretty neato Elizabethan style dance.
I really like field trips in general. One, they break the monotony of the day. Two, I get to spend time with the kids in a non-academic environment. Three, I get to wear a t-shirt.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Conferences: round two
Yesterday and today were parent-teacher conferences, two days worth. I got to skip out on today because I was teaching the kids (it's supposed to be one day, so Monday was a no-school day). I'm not sure who got the better end of the deal.
The whole idea of the 5th/6th grade team (6 teachers!) sitting around a table, waiting for their next victim, is a little nerve-racking for parents. It's a lot to take in and handle. A lot of feedback. I didn't say much. I listened. I contributed when I had something really different to add, but otherwise I was just an awkward extra body.
Oh! The parents! Such kvetchers! Some of them, most of them, are actually very nice. But others, oy. It's like being in the room with a helicopter and the blades don't stop whirring and you move out of the way so they don't slice your face off, but you move too slow.
And by the end of 7 hours of conferences (one 20 minute break), my mind was pretty loopy. Like being high. High on words.
The whole idea of the 5th/6th grade team (6 teachers!) sitting around a table, waiting for their next victim, is a little nerve-racking for parents. It's a lot to take in and handle. A lot of feedback. I didn't say much. I listened. I contributed when I had something really different to add, but otherwise I was just an awkward extra body.
Oh! The parents! Such kvetchers! Some of them, most of them, are actually very nice. But others, oy. It's like being in the room with a helicopter and the blades don't stop whirring and you move out of the way so they don't slice your face off, but you move too slow.
And by the end of 7 hours of conferences (one 20 minute break), my mind was pretty loopy. Like being high. High on words.
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