Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Care Packages...







In the past few weeks Micaela and I have received care packages from home with much missed and beloved items from home. For me its been French Vanilla Folgers coffee and international delight coffee creamers, for Micaela its been Smartfood and Cheezit's! Well my friend Christina and my mom sent a few of these items to us...but today we hit the jackpot! Apparently Michael decided that he has been saving a heck of a lot of money on dining out and date nights...and is trying to make up for all of that!!! Gotta love it!

Victory Continued...










So the U14 Fairfield Football girls finished their round robin tournament in Hereford on Monday this week. They were moved to the "gold" division and finished second taking home a pretty snazzy shield (aka award plaque). The girls played tough all day, keeping all their opponents scoreless... in fact, in over six matches not one team scored a goal. The ultimate final pairings were decided with penalty kicks, and the Fairfield girls earned a second place spot as a result of that. They then went into the final game, again based on penalty kicks, and AGAIN the game ended without a score. Penalty kicks were done again...and unfortunatelty, despite hanging tough all afternoon, they were defeated at the net. This is the worst way ever to decide the outcome of a game! But, we all had fun and I gave them a few "American" pep talks to keep them fighting hard! Have I told you all I don't know anything about this game? BUT I do make a great cheerleader from the sidelines!


Just as a note: The attached pictures have been published with the permission of the girls in the photograph & permission of Fairfield High School Administration.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Smile of the Day...

Nothing is better than using food to inspire a sensory language lesson and descriptive writing.

Yesterday's treat: Sploosh & Onions!

Can you believe I actually had children eat an onion like they eat an apple...oh, the red faces and the watery eyes; not to mention the prevailing scent of onions wafting through the corridor and the classroom.

Sorry Matt if they came to History lesson with bad breath!

YouTube - William Blake, "The Sick Rose"

YouTube - William Blake, "The Sick Rose"

YouTube - ABC Wide World of Sports - Opening Theme - 1977

YouTube - ABC Wide World of Sports - Opening Theme - 1977

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Agony of Defeat...

If you're an American over 40, and an ABC network fan, you will recognise the converse to "the thrill of victory..." how many of you remember that poor skier from ABC's Wide World of Sports??? I certainly do....that poor unfortunate soul lived with the stigma of that bone crushing fall for years as he provided the clip to the narration for the popular sports show.

So - ok...with every victory, one must expect that somewhere along the way, one will experience defeat. To admit to it, learn from it, and move forward from it, is the sign of true character. Everyone embarking on this course of exchange teaching, is experiencing some personal and professional challenges where they feel defeated. I know that my fellow US Fulbrighters are all feeling inadequate in some aspect of our profession during our experience in the UK. Each one of us is finding it difficult to manage the number of courses we teach, the lack of preparation periods that accompany those increased preps, classroom management differences, and the differences in "assessments" and "grading"- all of which are out of the norms of our typical experiences. We are not handling every change perfectly, and we are not suceeding at everything we attempt during daily lessons, and while it is easy to openly talk about the successes, it is not easy to admit the failures and mistakes. It takes courage to write about it, but here goes.

While perhaps these next experiences I'm going to talk about, and admit to, are not exactly "agonising" bone crushing defeats, they certainly have sent me back to my first years as a novice teacher, where uncertainty with teaching new curriculum, classroom management and assessment of student work, were some of my biggest challenges, and for a brief amount of time over the past week or so I have felt like an utter failure in my chosen profession...and indeed the professional passion of my life, which is to teach. It is difficult to come to grips with, but it is the truth.

My first defeatist moment arose when I started to investigate the curriculum for the poetry unit of study with Year 11. Having once been a poetryphobe I pride myself on the fact that in the past few years, thanks mostly to my instruction of Advanced Placement Literature students, I have made great strides in my knowledge of, my love of, and my ability to teach poetry to my students at all levels. When I began investigating the particular methodology and modes of instruction for poetry at the GCSE level, I ran across a few things that made my "American" head spin. The most prominent issue being that a "personal response" to poetry is greatly emphasized in this unit of study; the emotional response evoked in the student by a particular piece of poetry and their personal interpretation about what the content represents and the evidence they provide to justify that response...no matter if the child misreads or misunderstands the purpose and subject of the poem as intended by the poet.

As I researched this particular method of instruction about personal student response, I was reminded of Zachary's well-crafted essay, written for an AP English assignment last year, on the poem, Five O'Clock Shadow. Zachary proceeded to write a fairly comprehensive and persuasive piece revolving around the idea that this poem was about the act of shaving one's face. Unfortunately, while he did provide some evidence from the poem, he failed this assignment, since the AP Poetry response rubric shows no mercy for a complete "misread" of the poem and this poem is about the end of one's life and living in a nursing home. Also, since much of how American students are tested is in the format of multiple choice, students often must know the "correct" answer and the "correct" interpretation of a poem, and be able to have the skills to read critically enough to decipher the "correct" meaning - now I was learning that there is no "correct" response to a poem...and while I realize that some of my American colleagues will agree with that, and to an extent so do I, what I do know is that when I administer practice examination questions regarding a particular poem on any subject or by any poet, there is definitely a "correct" and "incorrect" answer to to those particular questions. SO - here I am having to reprogram my brain on yet, one more thing.

The solution was to request observing my head of department, Jayne, teach a Year 11 poetry lesson and I did that on Wednesday. Talk about a rookie moment...observing a peer teach a lesson on something as simple as poetry. In the end it was 100% worthwhile, as I engaged in the process as an active particpant with a group of students where we were assigned to gage our personal response to a William Blake poem titled, "The Sick Rose." The group was challenged to devise as many interpretations and personal responses to the poem as possible in ten minutes...we then regrouped as a large class where all the ideas were shared ...ranging from the ridiculous to the sublime...never once did we study the poem for its "actual" meaning, context, content, or structure...it was a very different lesson than the poetry lessons I am accustomed to teaching; and worthwhile to observe as now I have a much better understanding of how to structure the remainder of the lessons from here on out, with this all important piece of exam preparation. Zach would be interested to know, that under these parameters, perhaps his essay and his response would have scored an A* (star) grade.


My second defeatist moment involves my complete inability to comprehend and wrap my mind around, the seemingly lack of assessment that takes place in this education system, outside of a coursework essay based on a unit of study and the GCSE exam in Year 11. While students are engaged in a variety of learning tasks, they are not assessed for their work in a formal method, such as we use in the United States. Daily work, homework, classwork, group work, and any kind of work "set" for completion by the teacher is not "graded" in the traditional sense that an American thinks of "grading." Students do not take written quizzes, written tests, or complete compositions as best work for "grading." Students do not receive "grade point averages." I have not yet "graded" anything from a student I currently teach. As a result I feel that I don't have a good knowledge of the individual student, their abilities and basic skills in a formal, quantitative method of assessment. Assessment is very much about classroom observation, "over the shoulder grading" and "marking" exercise books. Exercise books are the place where student work is completed; I have cursorily read and briefly commented on student work in these books.


I have been "marking" coursework from this year's Year 11 students, using the AQA marking scheme. This method, is, to say the least, confusing and while somewhat similar to our rubrics at home, it is also very different, as some pieces of work use two rubrics for different sets of skills - for example, "writing" and "reading" skills, and then these marks must be added to deem a final score. I have had the same set of essays given back to me twice because this was not clear to me. My "American" trained brained is finding it difficult to isolate the content of an essay from the grammar of an essay - but indeed, that is the case when some course work essays are being used to assess a student's reading skills and some coursework essays are being used to assess a student's language skills; therefore "marking"them, which consists of using "tick" marks (check marks) and writing a series of annotated comments using the wording provided in the marking scheme, can be somewhat challenging. For example what exactly is the difference between "student responds ", "student understands", or "student is familiar with" in regards to author's use of language. (Those of you at home will have shades of the controversy and anguish experienced when we developed our school wide rubrics and were searching for the descriptors to use.)

Bear in mind that these marking schemes are used throughout the entire country for every school administering this particular set of exams and instructing this particular coursework. Therefore, teachers go through a "calibration" within their school, to determine that all teachers are assessing essays accurately in accordance with the mark scheme. I am being sent to a conference on this particular idea on November the 26th....(that's actually Thanksgiving...when the rest of you are watching football and gorging on turkey I will be engaging in professional development activities...you can laugh now, its ok.)

Fourth, I have found myself frustrated at the numbers of students who do not complete their homework or their daily work. My response to this lack of completion is to assign a break or a lunch detention. After school detentions are reserved for extremely serious offenses and letters must be sent home to parents before an after school detention can be assigned, along with a precursor of other intervention processes including the involvement of form tutors, heads of year, and head of department, when dealing with particularly difficult students. Refocusing students on task, motivating them to complete their work, and maintaining an acceptable level of "noise" in the classroom is proving to be quite challenging, and takes up more instructional time than I, myself, find acceptable, and it is extremely difficult for me to "stay on task" in my lesson,when I have to interrupt myself to refocus students on their work.

In effect this is a classroom management issue. Yes, I am struggling with managing a classroom here! For a person who rarely writes students up at home, except in severe cases of disrespect, this is a major admission for me. I pride myself on a well-run and orderly classroom, where mutual respect is the mantra and where there is an acceptable level of "noise". I feel that every "weapon" I have ever used in my arsenal of tactics has been stripped from me. I cannot threaten with a "zero" for the day on an assignment; I cannot throw out a "pop quiz"; I cannot assign an after school or office detention; I do not have "in-school suspension" to threaten with; I cannot "sick" a coach on an under performing or wise-ass student and threaten to deprive them from practice or playing time; I do not have a list of parent phone numbers or emails instantly at my fingertips for an impromptu phone call home placed directly from the classroom; I cannot make a phone call to the office and have an administrator appear at my door in five minutes to handle any student issues. Don't get me wrong, my classroom is far from being "out of control", but it is not yet at the standard of an acceptable teaching and learning environment that I am comfortable with, or that reflects my skill as a teacher in this particular area. Keeping students on task has proved extremely frustrating.

I have formulated several theories as to why this particular "on task" issue is a problem I am facing here. I don't have an answer and I'm not quite sure what it is...however, on Thursday, when all Year 10 students were taken off "timetable" and given the entire day to spend in English specifically to work on their coursework essays, my top set of 37 Year 10 students, who pose the biggest challenge to me as far as remaining on task with daily work, were diligently and constructively working for a full five hours. They were the quietest I have ever heard them, fully engaged in their writing and actively accepting and seeking out feedback about their ideas and their writing. The seriousness of the coursework essay and the implications of the necessity for a good grade apparently having some effect on the quality of their work and effort during this particular class.

My final defeatist moment has been building over the course of many days, and cannot be simply explained as one specific moment or event...but suffice it to say that my classroom has seen the demise of my trademark "horseshoe" seating arrangement. For a variety of reasons this particular set up just did not work here. First, I believe that I was expecting too much from these students in introducing this concept when it is not anything they are accustomed to, and along with my funny voice, accent, and different teaching style, it may have proven too much to expect them to handle one more "new" thing; especially for the older students who were much too social in this particular arrangement - thus affecting the above mentioned "on task" and "noise level" issues in the classroom. The younger students adapted well to it and understood the expectation of this particular seating arrangement. Second, teaching in this set up is something I have honed over many years and set as an expectation at home for what the arrangement will be in my particular classroom. Many of my American students have had me for more than one year, and so they are adjusted to it. Also, it is not unusual for other teachers to teach in this arrangement at home; therefore, students are much more adaptable to it. That is not the case here. Most classrooms here are arranged in rows facing front, or in small group clusters, and that is what these students are used to. As I was informed by one student, "no other classroom is arranged this way." The idea that one could see all the people around the room, all the time, was too much of a temptation for students to talk across the horseshoe to other students, whether verbally or non-verbally, and to talk to the student in front of them and or on the sides of them. Thirdly, the furniture with which I was working was perhaps not conducive to this style of seating plan. Rectangular tables and individual plastic chairs do not allow for any personal space for each student. The individual desks and welded chairs in my American classroom provide for personal space for each student, and allow for space between and in front of or behind each student. That was not the case here, and so I am sure that this personal space issue also had much to do with the demise of the horseshoe. In the end the decision to rearrange the classroom into small groups of six students was a serious blow to my desire to bring my "teaching" style to the UK...ok...a serious blow to my ego too. It was upsetting, and indeed, I found myself with tears in my eyes as I rearranged the desks.

Why such an emotional response you may wonder, over a silly little seating arrangement? I wondered the same thing... but, one must understand me and my philosophy behind the horseshoe. Shirking conventional "teacher centered" instructional seating plans, with rows facing front, and getting in and among the midst of my students, within the open space of the floor, and being able to monitor work by only having to see over the top of one head to the student behind, is part of my entire educational philosophy. This seating plan style was certainly not something I began my teaching career with, but over time, as I have become more confident with my skills this is where it has evolved; to dismantle it on this side of the pond made me feel like a rookie teacher all over again, without any skills to even do a simple thing like manage a classroom seating plan and make it work. It is very psychologically damaging to one's confidence.
The upside of this - the new seating arrangement has worked well over the past two days and perhaps one issue - that of the seating plan - will directly affect the other issue - that of keeping students focused and on task during daily lessons. Something tells me this will be the case; especially if today's coursework day was in any way related to the overall seating plan.

The Thrill of Victory...


As with any experience such as this one there are bound to be victorious moments where life is good...

This past week there were several such moments...

Successfully completing a full unit of study on Of Mice and Men, by John Steinbeck, with the first group of Year 11 students to pass through my British classroom, was one of those moments. Albeit a relatively "short" unit of study, when compared to a similar unit I might teach at home on the same novel. My job, in this case, was to guide students to a basic understanding of plot,character, theme, setting, language, style, and historical context. The context study,, providing for some of the most interesting discussions during class time, focused on the Great Depression, the post war era in the United States, migration west to seek jobs...every good English teacher is a great historian also, so lucky for me I was trained in both academic areas. Discussions focused on theme also proved fruitful, as we concentrated on the concept of the American Dream and immigrant workers, as well as migrant workers. These students will return to their study on this novel in the third term, with specific focus on GCSE test preparation, where they will write answers to practice questions and refresh their knowledge on this particular novel, as their focus questions on the exam are about this pieces of literature.

Overall, it was a pleasure to work with these students, and while many of them have remained in my second group of Year 11 students, 11 Esceley, as we progress to the study of poetry by Heaney, Clarke and pre-1914 war poets - just as many have moved on and it saddens me that I have not been able to get to know them better and establish a full year relationship with them, as happens back home, since, in America our students are our students for the full year, there is no switching from teacher to teacher. This rotating only happens in the upper school, not in the lower school, so relationships with the students can be fully developed in those year groups from year to year.

My second successful experience, and in some ways quite refreshing and a reminder of home, was my cover lesson with a group of young men who are in a "functional skills" class. My colleagues at home will recognise this as the equivalent to our PAVE program. During my planning period on Friday, I was assigned to cover for these boys in the absence of their regular teacher. Their lesson was focused on learning about charities, as they are in the process of choosing a charity and planning a fundraiser to benefit this charity during the school's annual charity week. I had been warned that I may find this group of young men a challenge, when actually I found them quite pleasant. As we progressed through the lesson they peppered me with questions and comparisons about charities and the like in the United States. Along the way they managed to ask a few questions about life in Northbridge and other things. I learned a lot from them too - about the numerous charities in the UK, ones that specifically benefit farming families and also about farming and livestock and also about various animals, including cows, sheep and chickens. I learned scads about daily life in the village of Peterchurch. They guffawed occasionally over my funny accent and my colloquialisms. I hope that these boys will run a pancake breakfast for their fundraiser...as I promised to attend/participate in whatever they put together for their charity.

Third successful venture - I made my U14 Girl's football soccer coaching debut and am currently carrying a winning record of 3-1-1! (Not really - since these girls are pretty much self-coached and don't need anyone to "coach" them...but it sounds good!) I got to leave school a bit early yesterday to accompany Ellie Hope to a round-robin tournament for both the U16 and U14 girls football teams at Fairfield. Micaela experienced her first competitive football play in "uniform" on this day also. It was an interesting experience and one which offers a fair amount of commentary on the differences of sport and athletics in the culture of the two schools.

Coming from a high school where students practice their sport daily, sometimes 2-3 hours per day directly after school, even on Saturday's and possibly Sundays, and a culture where it is "illegal" for town sport - or club sport - to take precedence over school sports- the organization of sport here at Fairfield is in stark contrast to that of Northbridge High School.

Fall sport at Fairfield consists of hockey, (aka field hockey), girl's and boy's football (aka soccer), netball, rugby, (I think) and even basketball. Students attend "training" (aka practice) once a week for about 1 1/2 hours per week. If they have other things that are taking precedence on that day, they may not attend. (Micaela actually only attended one training session prior to playing yesterday, due to illness and other things taking place for me where she could not stay after school for training.) As a result, the majority of these girls have never played together in a full practice prior to yesterday's round robin of 15 minute "games." We took both teams, each short one girl, as the U16 play 11 per side, and the U14 girls play 10 per side, into the Hereford Leisure Center; a very impressive athletic complex to be sure. They were scheduled to play these games against a several other area high school teams, some of whom had enough girls to field two teams in each age group. At the last minute some girls from Fairfield, who had originally committed to playing, could not attend for various reasons. The U16 girls did not win any of their "games." The U14 girls won three, tied one, and lost one- not too bad! They were very good players. Since it was my task to "supervise" these girls, I did not see too much of Micaela and the U16 girls, but I saw a few bits of the first and last game.

The style of play is also in contrast to that which happens in Northbridge, as teams play two games per week, in addition to their practice time, and these games generally are full one hour games. Each team in Northbridge has a paid coach, or several, in the case of real "American" football, and these coaches take their competitions extremely seriously, as do the students who take their participation in sport very seriously. Generally the physical education teachers are the "coaches" for just about every organized sport team at Fairfield and they do not receive extra money for supervising these teams and taking them to competitions beyond school time. Fairfield teams would be the equivalent of American intramural sport teams or school club sports; where the level of commitment may not be as high as with varsity or junior varsity sports.

Athletic participation at the club level here in the United Kingdom is where serious levels of competition take place. Most students who play on the school team probably have been involved in premiere club football from the time they were young, and these teams are the teams that take precedence, as it would not be unusual for a child to leave a tournament, such as the one held yesterday, to go to club soccer practice; an action that would have an American student sanctioned from their school team as a punishment.

Opportunities for receiving athletic scholarship money, such as some of the money Zachary receives to attend Assumption College, in exchange for playing football, is not part of the culture of higher learning financial assistance in the United Kingdom. Many students in the U.S. will strive to excel at their high school sports team in an effort to make them more marketable to colleges of their choice. The more talents they can bring to these colleges, over and above their academic achievements, the more chances they have of being accepted. This is true of any extracurricular activity that an American high school student may participate in, including dance, drama, student government and the like.

Just the same, this was my first real opportunity to interact with some of my students outside of the classroom, something I diligently do at home with my students regularly, and also offered me the chance to get to see these girls play a sport, also something I find rather enjoyable. Even though we arrived back in Gilwern rather late, at about 8 p.m., it was worth it. I look forward to attending again next week!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Sunday Roast!


You may wonder what's so wonderful about a Sunday Roast? Well in Britain this is a traditional event...Sunday roast dinner complete with just about every root vegetable you can think of, four different deserts and excellent company...aka the Fairfield English department and their families.


Again, what's so wonderful about Sunday roast? Well, considering its the first real red meat I've eaten since my arrival - right about now I'm suffering from some serious iron deficiency... it's also organic beef raised by the family whose table it graced. Mel and her husband Ian, as mentioned in an earlier post, raise Hereford Angus beef cattle. This business has been in Ian's family for generations. He and his brother currently raise and breed these cattle on 350 acres of pasture land which overlooks the mountains, and some of the most beautiful farmland around. Every direction one looks is a picture postcard.


The cattle that I was lucky enough to walk amongst today are more than cows, they are beautiful, large and utterly magnificent and fiercely protective of their young. As is the case with just about every new experience I embark on, I pepper my host with a myriad of questions, and this walk around the farm was not any different. While dinner was exceptionally delicious - Mel is a great cook -after we had gorged ourselves on pudding and tarts, Ian guided me and some of the other guests around the fields to have a look at the barns, the Bull - named Eddie, some newborn calves and their moms, the field of male cattle who will soon head off to the butcher and the field of heifers, some of whom are soon to give birth; an event I hope to be lucky enough to see while I'm here.


First, Ian and Nigel (Jane's husband) evenly split a bag of cattle feed, some oats and molasses mix, to haul to the pasture for the male cattle. The cows are organic beef, feeding only off the natural grass pasture land, but shortly before slaughter the males are fed this organic feed mix to fatten them up just a bit more...I am told the females don't need any added help as they carry their weight well. Just one similarity I learned exists between cows and humans on this journey around the farm.


The first stop on the way was the holding pen for the breeding bull named Eddie. On this day Eddie had a female visitor to keep him happy until he is released into the field with the heifers. Eddie will have his way with the females until he is then removed from them again. Each female will seek out Eddie while he is in the field with them until she knows she is pregnant, an inborn instinct apparently, and then she will stay away from him. It takes up to three weeks for this process to happen. Any stock that is fathered by Eddie is sent off to slaughter when they reach full size in order to prevent any inbreeding. Male cows are castrated when they are born so as to prevent their knowledge of any kind of breeding desire.


On the way we met Tess, a working sheep dog on the farm, and a cat kept on the premises for mousing in the barns.


The next field held three momma cows and three baby calves; one of whom had just been born this past week, about three weeks ahead of schedule. According to Ian he is quite small, to me he seemed pretty big! It was interesting to see the reaction of the moms to people in their field. They kept themselves between the visitors and their young. Cows can be very gentle, although not approaching people outright, but they have been known to get extremely protective of their young and some accidents happen with walkers who take their dogs up public footpaths with their dogs if there are calves in the field. Apparently farmers are expected to post that a "bull" is in the field also, if their field is used as a "public footpath."


We walked through another field and came upon the pasture with all the male cows. Brown and white cows, & black and white cows. They are huge animals. Walking amongst them was an incredible feeling. Sure, I've seen cows before, at the Big E mostly, but always from behind a fence or a barn wall. I have never been in and amongst them. Walking behind them as they began running through the field, following the feed bags being carried by the men, was and amazing feeling. The ground does shake beneath your feet.


Watching them eat their oats, within a foot or so of their feed troughs, and seeing the oats and molasses mixture sticking to their noses and mouths, while their gigantic tongues would reach out and lick it off was a funny sight. Cows do make eye contact...they stare through you. They examine you. They seem to be thoughtful creatures....probably wondering why I spoke to them in such a strange accent.


As we began walking back towards the farm and towards the females, the males just followed closely behind. I would stop, turn and look at them, and they would stop walking...but always looking at me. When I would walk, they would walk. I walked backwards and they followed.


The same experience was had in the field of females. They are curious and approach apprehensively, never getting too close. They watch you. They stare at you. They follow you. It is incredible. I turned around to find that everyone was already out of the pasture, and there I was still among the herd. I will say I began to walk a bit faster, but the cows walked faster too...and I could feel there feet thudding upon the earth as I walked ahead of them. As the males did, they followed all the way to the gate and stared longingly as if they wanted to get out.


It is bizarre to think that these beautiful creatures, so alive and docile in the pasture today, will eventually hang in a butcher shop, appear on your plate with your next steak dinner, and be frozen in a freezer; but it is a frank fact of the farming life. These animals are not family pets, or prize winning stock, they are raised to serve a purpose, to feed you and I. It is evident in Ian's voice and tone that this is a way of life he truly loves and enjoys and is fiercely proud of. I admire it.