Slice of Life, Day 2

Teeth.

My middle son is headstrong and determined. He can command a room, but also super-focus on Legos, 3D printing or any series by Dav Pilkey. He can be stubborn and bossy, but that all changes as we pull into the parking lot. My wheels crunching over a few rocks as I turn into the last available spot. I glance at him in the rearview mirror and he is still. We are back at the dentist.

Having tooth pain has always felt more tender to me than other childhood injuries. We use our mouth so often that we don’t notice until something is wrong. This kid has dealt with more tooth pain and recovery than I have in my life. I sigh. We enter the building and press the plastic square to bring us to the second floor. After checking in, he perches on a cushioned chair in the waiting room. Images of smiling patients flash on a loop. Joyful faces of teenagers who are free from the orthodontist. Braces off, grinning at the beach. Is this supposed to be comforting? Motivating? I think so, but it is not working on my son. He looks down, sucking on his bottom lip so hard that it’s no longer visible.

We hear the assistant call our name.

Sammy sits nicely in the blue patient chair. Head back. Determined. Ready.

The assistant slowly scans my son’s mouth with what looks like a flashlight. We spot the two tips of the molar trying to break through Sammy’s palate.

“There they are”, he says. “Does everyone get these, mom?”

“No, but the doctor knows how to fix them”

“Ok”.

We wait to hear the doctor’s response. She takes a breath, asks Sammy to wiggle his back teeth more to make room for his new teeth. Until then, we will wait a little bit more.

Six more months to wait before any intervention.

This is the best news Sammy’s heard all day. We pack up after making a new appointment.

“Mom! Let’s find out which is faster, the elevator or the stairs!” He stands pressing the button. “Don’t move yet. Not yet. Ok… GO!”

He reaches the first floor a second before. Me.

Six more months to go.

Slice of Life, Day 1

Remodeling.

The play space in my house is about to change. For twelve years, it has been a total kid zone. Messy. Cluttered. Full of life, crafting and way too many legos.

When we moved to CT after the birth of my first son, I put the TV in the basement and insisted on no screens on the main floor of our ranch. I wanted my kids to play, read and create. I had read too many articles about the importance of play to change my mind.

Occasionally, people have commented on this choice. Three years ago, when my oldest son’s Cub Scout den came over to cook, one of the leaders scanned our living room, tilted his head and asked, “Dude, where is your TV?”

I assured him that we had one, just in our basement.

But, we are new remodeling. Looking at skeletal sketches of our space, our lives.

I think I’m changing my mind about a main floor screen. I want a TV to watch movies, Olympics, the Thanksgiving day parade from the comfort of our living room. My boys are older, but they still use their playroom. Remodeling feels like introducing a new stage of existence. New experiences that I’m looking forward to, but some sacrifices that I can’t know yet. I think I am ready. I know we’ve outgrown our space. But, are we really ready for remodeling?

Advice to friends of small children

Recently a friend of mine recently reached out to me for advice about literacy development regarding his daughter. I’m sharing my response here (names changed obvs)

Thanks for waiting for this response. It took me a minute to gather all my thoughts into a clear draft. I’m hoping to give you some concrete avenues to follow and some advice as a mom who has navigated some of the SPED landscape in schools as both a parent and a teacher.

Here goes.


So, my first general bit of advice will sound a little odd, but it’s to try not to make reading too intense or too much of a separate activity from all of Daisy’s other interests. If Daisy is able to follow the visual directions on a lego kit or scan a list of clues (with images) for a scavenger hunt, she is “reading” the symbols. I would call that “reading” and use that word with her for those choice activities. Reading is part of all aspects of life and I think it’s important to instill that fact at a young age.


Now all of that aside, if you notice that letters and phonemes are becoming a bit of an issue or that she is averse to reading them, my first line of advice would be to sneak some word or letter practice into authentic experiences. For example, if you are baking together and you need the butter, ask for the ingredient that starts with the letter “b” or if she’s good with her letters, ask for the “b-u-t-t-e-r”. If you are looking at a map and planning a trip, have her find the destination that rhymes with “peach” (aka: beach). Rhyming is also a prereading skill that can be revealing. Also, make sure you read together every night that you can. That practice is essential.


If she is still resisting or struggling with these types of activities and you’re not seeing any growth, I would consult a specialist. She’s too old for birth to three, but you could contact the local school system or a private early literacy consultant to test her readiness for the next grade. You can mention that you are worried about her prereading skills and her aversion to practicing with you. You can also mention your family history of dyslexia. If the testing is through the school system, it will probably be free or less expensive than a private consultant, but both will give you more information to best plan for Daisy’s reading life. Through a school system, this testing would probably be under the umbrella of special ed. I panicked about that when my oldest was getting tested years ago, but the early support he received has been amazing. Feel free to let me know how all of this goes and if you have any other questions. The best thing to do is to intervene as early as possible. Trust your instincts and pursue the support you need. Early intervention is so important if Daisy needs reading support. As I’m sure you know, it’s more difficult to diagnose and support students as they get older. 

Thinking of all of you. I hope this helps!

I used to… but now I

I used to plan to the minute, but now I don’t. 

Lesson planning is an integral part of teaching, but a strong plan does not always translate into a strong lesson. It’s taken me a long time to embrace that fact.  Over the last 10 years of my 17 year career as an educator, my focus on planning down to the minute has evolved into a much lighter structure. No aspect of my past planning or instruction reveals this transition more than my evolving relationship with the glowing smartboard in my room and the interactive SMARTNotebook software that comes with it.

Planning for the screen

My first year in the classroom, 17 years ago, I taught in the suburbs of Connecticut and I used a chalkboard. I cleaned erasers and smudged chalk on myself. After my first year, I was upgraded to a whiteboard and those expo markers that I can still kind of smell. 

But, after my fifth year of teaching, I moved to New York City and I was hired by a new charter school. When I toured through the renovated building in West Harlem, every room had one! A smartboard! A bright flashy smartboard! It was about to revolutionize my instruction for the next three years and I was convinced my use of the SMARTboard would make me a more capable and effective teacher. 

I eagerly attended training on how to use my new wonder device and the SMARTNotebook software. There were timers and screen shades and animated dice and games and graph paper and little pens. Oh, I loved it all. At the moment, I thought this was the key to student engagement. This tool was the educational breakthrough I never thought I’d be able to reach, and oh did I reach it. 

Loaded with my trusty lesson plan templates, submitted for review every two weeks (as per the school rules), and my new smartboard skills, I was ready to thoroughly teach my students. 

I can remember the structure so clearly. Each lesson included a short and applicable Do Now, a quick mini-lesson followed by a variety of independent work approaches that I rotated through each unit. This “you do” (Pearson & Gallagher, 1983) part of each lesson included well-known approaches such as: independent work time in notebooks, think-pair-share with a partner, peer-editing during writing, station work, read-pause-sketch… the list went on. Each strategy had a bright, tidy slide saved to my SMARTNotebook gallery. A few quick drag and clicks and my lesson was complete. I had developed a quick equation for designing lessons and plowed my way through my weekly planning. I felt confident and determined. The work was hard, but I had a clear focus. I received positive feedback from my administration. I thought that was the goal. 

But, for the next few years, the smartboard ran the class. Not me. I watched the timers, not the kids. I sometimes advanced to the next slide, surprised at what was next. I was structured, prepared and using standards to drive my instruction. Yet, I was also disconnected from my class. I was planning with student objectives in mind, but not with actual student feedback. I was using current research to design my lessons, but I forgot to listen to my class, adjust on the fly, revise and reevaluate. 

Let’s talk it out: The mixed messages that teachers receive

After working in NYC for five years, I moved back to the suburbs and continued to dazzle my colleagues with my use of technology. “‘Wow’, the tech integrator at one school said, ‘I didn’t know you used SMARTNotebook. I thought only math teachers used that’”. At first, I was borderline smug and proud of my work. I knew that I was a strong planner, I just neglected the fact that those plans often limited my response to my students in the classroom.  

Over the last two years, I’ve continued to reflect on why my smartboard obsession and precise lesson plans became such a dominant focus of my classroom and why I decided to change it. 

Throughout most of my career, I’ve taught in a world where department chairs and districts have the option to purchase pre-packaged units, scripted lesson plans and templates for their staff. I’m teaching during a time when standardized tests have set the learning pace and objectives for each grade and the education companies at the helm market their own test-rooted curriculum to ambitious schools. I have listened during professional development sessions to department heads and principals extol different program packages and share units, complete with daily lesson plans, with staff as an option to best reach their students. In this environment, my own intense concentration on planning seemed justified. If companies were selling binders of units and scripted lesson plans, I should work on developing my planning to meet the expectations of Common Core and my school’s teacher evaluation process. Planning must be the key to teaching. 

The use of my Smartboard can serve as a metaphor for some of the other ways that I have, over the years, relinquished control in my classroom. The onus on plans and technology, I realized was holding my instruction back. From here, it seems like a simple realization, but it took me years to find my balance. 

Planning for the kids

In the last few years, I’ve continued to relinquish control of the classroom, but instead of the SMARTboard or my perfectly formatted plans, I refocused on my students. This transition began when I started to confer with small groups of students. The conferring process (add a few researchers), threw me at first. I loved talking to my students, but when conferring, I had to let the majority of my class work independently. I wasn’t sure if that could work. After a year of false starts, conferring took off in my classroom and the process of meeting with small groups of students on a regular basis exposed the varied needs of my students. I found that during each conferring session, there was never enough time to discuss all of the ideas my students had. I was no longer ready to march on to the next day’s lesson. We had to sit together more, pause, reread and reflect. 

The conferring process forced me to listen not to my own expectations or to the standards placed on my grade-level, but earnestly to people who spent time in my class.  

We’ve all heard, at some point or another,  that we “teach students” and not curriculum, but in practice, it’s harder than it sounds. It was for me.  So, today, I plan day to day, sometimes changing my plan in the middle of the day or even in the middle of a class period. I adjust my lessons based on student interaction, on confused expressions, on requests for more (or less) time. A balance I could achieve. When I left the intense planning cycle behind me, I thought I would flounder, but that would come later. 

Planning for #teachingduringCOVID19

During my tumultuous elearning experience, filled with new energy, but no footing, I struggled. Teaching during COVID 19 and the elearning process, threatened to throw me off the student-centered tracks I had worked so hard to establish. 

Colleagues suggested lists of resources. I used most of them. The synchronous, the asynchronous. The flashy, the simple. The clear, the confusing. My team of 8th grade Language Arts teachers was amazing.We shared planning responsibilities, some of my peers planning weeks in advance and easily posting to our shared GoogleClassroom. 

But, the dialogue I now rely on is stifled. I’m trying small discussion groups through GoogleSlides to discuss student choice reading. My students and I share work on Jamboard, Padlet and Zoom. But, I’m not getting everything I got in the classroom and I’m definitely not getting everyone. Many students have opted out of discussion, an option that is not present in the live classroom. I’ve been including weekly feedback options where my students share their thoughts about the structures I chose throughout the week through GoogleForms, but the feedback is brief. 

A few years ago, I would have pushed through with my calendar and standards. My lessons would be posted weeks in advance. I would have felt prepared and productive. 

Today I feel lost, but not discouraged.

Planning for continued growth 

It is in this elearning moment that I realize how much my approach has changed over time. It is no longer easy to live only in the planning, I need my students. Teaching is a give and take. A conversation and, in the best moments, a relationship. Today, from behind my laptop, my instruction feels limited when five years ago, I would have felt empowered. Yet, I don’t wish to return to planning for the screen. Lesson planning is a skill, but teaching is a craft. We may get stuck or distracted from time to time. but teachers never stay in one place for long. 

Writing Our Way Through: What Teaching During COVID-19 Can Teach Us About the Power of Authentic Writing

This is a piece I wrote in July for Writers Who Care. It is a reflection on how authentic  writing connected me and my students during distance learning in the spring of 2020.

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By MC Walker, Ph.D.

I’m a writing teacher. I firmly believe in the power of writing.

Throughout a traditional school year, most of my students have heard me declare: We write to inform! We write to persuade!  We write to entertain! I am well-versed in the Common Core Standards and I have let current best practices guide my writing instruction for the last few years.

However, as I sit reflecting on the experience of three months of e-Learning, I am concerned. Why did I lose touch with the roots of writing and how will I be able to maintain this focus when I return to the traditional classroom?

I am a writing teacher who forgot that, at the most essential level, we write to communicate, we write to know ourselves, and we write to connect. Shaughnessy (1977) says that “writing is a social act” and until this year, I hadn’t…

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