“Make a Legal U-Turn, If Possible.”


2015 was rough. While I still functioned reasonably well on the outside, it entailed a lot of smoke and quite a few mirrors. Even if we’re grieving over a loved one, Standard RL.2.1 still needs to be taught. And regardless of our backlog of essays, Common Assessment #2 still needs to be administered, collected, and assessed. As a result, I spent much of the past year stapling “lost” signs onto poles while canvasing the neighborhood for my sanity.

And then I stumbled onto the Taoist adage, “If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.” Gulp.  After a year with one unpredictable GPS, I kind of wanted to go home. 

Please don’t misunderstand: My heart still quickens when the classroom door latches behind me, and few things excite me more than watching my students escape into their choice reading before the bell even rings. However, the you’ll-never-catch-up-even-using-all-three-personal-days-for-grading pit in my stomach has grown exponentially over the last few years.  And it is taking its toll.

Accordingly, so that I don’t end up where I’m headed, I’ve resolved to shift my focus for the rest of the year. I can’t change most of my stressors, so I’ll concentrate on what I can change. Below are five U-turns to which I am committing in the coming year.

  1. SLOWING DOWN. Trying to effectively teach in a classroom that incorporates PARCC, CCSS, DDMs, PLCs, PLNs, PBL, and any other education-related acronym is distressing for even the seasoned educator. (I wonder if I’d make it to November if entering the profession now.) However, rather than stressing over all I’m asked to do, I commit to slowing down and providing in-depth coverage of whatever it is my students and I are exploring together. 180 days is a long learning cycle, and a lot of in-depth, real-world learning can happen in that window. There’s no need to rush–especially if authentic learning is the casualty.
  2. DOING MORE WITH LESS. Our math teachers were on to something when they switched from assigning all sixty problems to assigning just the evens.  They knew we could demonstrate our ability to solve for X regardless of how many problems we were assigned. Likewise, I commit to assigning fewer but richer tasks–tasks that allow for more analysis, creativity, critical thinking, real-world learning, etc.  Why assign, for example, a reading check quiz three days in a row (which only assesses plot) when a Socratic seminar on Friday can assess all of the week’s readings on a much deeper level, while honing speaking and listening skills, analytic prowess, and textual evidence gathering?
  3. STAYING CURRENT. In two decades, I have developed the most as a professional from other greats in the field. Tweets, blogs, Facebook groups, and industry sites and texts have shaken up my teaching more than any hour-long session on a half day. This is not to say that my local offerings are not high-caliber. Instead, when the one-size-fits-all training whets but doesn’t satiate my appetite, I begin looking in other places to grow even more. On my own time. (Isn’t this the very lifelong learning we aim to ignite in our students?)  The temptation is to begrudge having to do this on my own time. So, if (when) that thief-of-joy resentment creeps in, I commit to shifting my perspective back to my students. Regardless of how many heapings are on my teaching plate, it would be reckless of me not to stay current. In the same way I wouldn’t want an obsolete doctor operating on my children, I don’t want to be that kind of educator for someone else’s.
  4. COLLABORATING. Part of what sustained me last year was being surrounded by enthusiastic colleagues who take risks in the classroom. As a result of others’ enthusiasm, this old dog has learned more new tricks than she ever thought possible. Sometimes the tricks–in my paws–are disasters, mind you; other times, they edge near educational magic; but all of the time, they force me out of my comfort zone and into the role of a lifelong learner. And if, say, two (or three or ten) educators dream up something together–and split the workload, twice as many students benefit and for just 50% of the individual teacher’s energy. It’s a win-win. I commit to continuing to collaborate with the fabulous lifelong learners in my midst.
  5. CONSIDERING THE SOURCE. While I love healthy collaboration, I can sometimes fall prey to the few naysayers in the mix. I blogged about that in June when, after perusing my end-of-the-year student surveys, I wrongly fixated on the few outliers.  Now, whether it’s a critical student, a pessimistic colleague, or an insensitive friend, I commit to not exactly ignoring the negative feedback–as I can grow from that. But I will consider the source of the negativity, rather than dwell on it. 

I still love my job; I just don’t like the effect it has had on me as of late. So, in an effort to not end up where I am heading, I resolve to make a legal U-turn. I want to stay fresh for, remain committed to, and be focused on the 125 students who just might become lifelong learners (and readers!) because of what I accomplish in the classroom. They also might not.

But I have 180 days to try.

‘Twas the Night Before Progress Reports


Teaching is a lot like childbirth. If we told teachers-to-be the truth about their futures, education majors everywhere would take their college loans and head for the hills.

Instead, we use educator Newspeak, gingerly telling these trainees that “no textbook can fully prepare them,” that their first year will be “baptism by fire,” and even that “it’s a lot of work but so incredibly worth it.”

I heard these same euphemisms as my cape-clad self sauntered into my first classroom. In those early years, the only time I took off my pinkish-hued spectacles was to polish them.  Pollyanna or not, I entered teaching to inspire young minds.

Twenty years later, I’m feeling anything but inspiring. Don’t get me wrong: I still honestly love what I do and adore the time I spend with my students. However, tonight is Progress Report Eve, and as I choke and gasp and flail in this sea of grading, I know that most of it will have little to no effect on my students’ term grades. And none of this paints the whole picture of my students’ growth.

If I were completing a progress report on myself, I would use William Arthur Ward’s aphorism as my barometer:

“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.”

I used to tell like nobody’s business. With sage-like wisdom, I would tell my students what the symbols were in To Kill a Mockingbird and would even count to five behind my back while they recorded said wisdom. A lot of my telling was housed in beautifully photocopied, created-from-scratch, novel packets. The way a new mother takes pride in making her own organic baby food, I prided myself on the fact that I didn’t photocopy already-created units or scavenge online sources. Instead, I was thinking for myself–the way I wanted my students to approach the texts. (Ironically, now the phrase “smarter not harder” comes to mind.) However, I was still telling my students what to think and how to think it.

In those early years, despite the fact that I only saw daylight through my classroom windows–only to do even more work at home (which I don’t recommend for a young marriage) and despite the fact that I carried, like a badge of honor, the largest school tote L.L. Bean had to offer (the more essay leg room, the better) and despite the fact that I purchased every classroom poster available (er, I may or may not still do this) and despite the fact that I wasn’t sure in April whether or not I wanted to return to a second year of teaching (it hardly felt worth it), Ward was right: I was positively mediocre. Even though I worked so hard.

A few years later, I had blossomed into Ward’s “good” teacher that explained. I don’t know how effectively I explained, mind you; however, I do know that I did less “X is symbolic  of Y” and more “Authors use symbolism for many reasons.” I was still telling but was at least supporting my generalizations with textual evidence–the same skill I was asking my students to employ.

Then came the age of “superior” demonstrating, during which I began modeling and using exemplars in my teaching.”This is how you look for symbols in To Kill a Mockingbird. Your turn.” This I-Do-You-Do approach, according to Ward, is the mark of a superior teacher. Now we were getting somewhere. These teachers, Ward asserts, are superior–or at least better than those teachers who simply tell and/or explain. However, they are still not great.

And neither am I.

I  don’t play the coquettish teacher very well–the one who feigns humility but knows full well the impact she has on her students. Because I don’t honestly know if I’m leaving an impression on them or not. I  desperately hope that I inspire them–or at least that I present literature and life through a fresh, new lens.  However, I am definitely not there yet. While I have come a long way baby, I cautiously navigate each new, detour-laden day with a crumpled-up map in one hand and a correcting pen in the other.

With 125 progress reports still left to complete tonight, I take comfort in knowing that each year in the classroom has brought with it growth–both for me and my students.  And that’s what I call progress.


Charming Gardeners


With Thanksgiving comes reflection, and this year my thinking was informed by French novelist Marcel Proust: “Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” And while my family most of the time naturally brings me a world of happiness, as do my friends, there are quite a few “charming gardeners” in and around my classroom.  

First, the disclaimers. I am not a doe-eyed, fresh-out-of-grad-school teacher out to change the world. My eyes were never doe-like, and my Myers-Briggs type told me that changing the world was simply impractical. On the contrary, I am an old a seasoned teacher who still finds joy in what happens after the bell sounds. That alone (well, that and my kids’ future college tuition bills) tells me that I’m not ready to move on just yet.

Instead, I find myself reflecting on those who have made my soul blossom. Here are just a few* of the charming gardeners who have contributed to my field. 

TILL.  Jenn was in my class last year. The day after her state test scores arrived this fall, she swung by to thank me. If you aren’t in education, you might not fully grasp the magnitude of this.  But in almost twenty years, I can count on one hand how many students have done this. While I know there are a myriad of factors that played into her increased scores, the fact that she took time out of her day to say “thank you” absolutely made my soul blossom. 

DIGAfter hearing about how much choice-reading Kayla would be allowed to do this year, she asked, “But what if next year’s teacher doesn’t let me? What if it goes right back to nightly chapter reading and reading check quizzes and multiple choice tests and [insert gasp] even busywork?” (Donalyn Miller’s Reading in the Wild addresses this very question.) I told Kayla that next year most likely will look a lot different–and that it’s not necessarily a bad thing. I love the autonomy in teaching: We are all tasked with teaching the same skills but approach the teaching of them differently. I am thankful that Kayla is excited about this year but also that her instruction looked different last year and will look different again next year.

PLANT.  When I started Project Classroom Library last year, David asked, “Why are you buying all of this stuff?” When I seemed confused, he clarified, “I mean, no offense, but why are you buying all of this stuff with your own moneyfor us?”  I explained that the classroom library was my personal goal and not the district’s goal. Building this classroom library was something I wanted to do–but it came at a cost. And I am thankful David recognized that.  

WATER. John is a colleague with whom I work, off of whom I bounce ideas, and from whom I openly accept feedback. He leads as an educator first and remains immersed in the classroom. Refreshingly, he knows the struggles and triumphs that I face on a daily basis because he is in the trenches right alongside me. He also has read–and taken to heart–the same literacy texts that I have and knows the importance of creating authentic, lifelong readers. None of this would have been possible without John’s tolerance support of my educational risk-taking. He keeps me grounded, for which I am incredibly thankful.

HARVEST. Ella Wheeler Wilcox reminds us that “with every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.” And because we teachers only have a 180-day sowing season, we won’t be privy to all of the greatness our students will actualize.  However, I am thankful for them today.

And I can only hope they’ll have books on their nightstands tomorrow.

*All names have been changed to protect the fabulous.





The Classroom Library (Yes, Even in HS!)


Classroom Library
I’m officially the Crazy Cat Lady–but with books.

My husband says I work for free–although, if we’re counting this past year, I may have actually paid to come to work. The reason? You’re looking at it: the classroom library.

After being inspired by the likes of Kelly Gallagher (Readicide), Penny Kittle (Book Love), and Donalyn Miller (The Book Whisperer and Reading in the Wild), a colleague and I set out to reintroduce our students to the love of reading. The three biggest paradigm shifts included allowing our students to read anything during the opening ten minutes of class (every day), letting the students choose at least 50% of their texts throughout the year, and, in my case, surrounding my students with books. Lots and lots of books.

We have a fully functioning school library nearby, and our media specialist enthusiastically supports the literacy work we are doing in our classes. Both libraries function in tandem, but in the same way that the ELA teacher could never recreate the magic of a full media center, the full media center could never do some of the things that a classroom library can. Heather Wolpert-Gawron’s  Edutopia piece affirms this notion.

I believe that a classroom library is the heartbeat of a teacher’s environment. It is the window into an educator’s own personality, and it reflects the importance of literacy in the classroom. I believe that every teacher — no matter what subject he or she teaches — should have one.

And I couldn’t agree more. So, last year, as I awkwardly clamored my way onto the shoulders of giants, I began building my library. After all, I want to convey to my students that reading is the absolute most important thing we will do together all year. Plus, countless studies have shown that reading will more effectively improve my students’ reading, writing, vocabulary, communication, and usage skills–and more so than any kill-and-drill worksheet or warm-up exercise ever will.  (The ten minutes of reading alone exposes these readers to approximately 1,000,000 words in a year, and they are more apt to return to their books later in the day–exposing them to even more words, because “Ms. Hughes always stops us right at the good part!” Keep in mind, these are the same students who have fake-read their way through much of middle and high school.) What better way to sound this message than to surround my students with books?

It started with a handful of books from home that I placed on a lonely bookcase, and it has exploded into twelve bookcases (which I found at second-hand stores and on Craig’s List) that house over 2,400 books! While some of these texts were generously donated (including 100 titles from Penny Kittle’s Book Love Foundation grant), 95% of them came from library sales, Amazon, eBay, and second-hand shops. (And if you’re trying to do the math, I’ll tell you what I tell my husband: “Let’s not ruin a good night.”) The texts are arranged alphabetically by genre, and are organized and signed out to the students via Booksource.  Seeing what my students are reading–whether it is via Booksource or Goodreads–allows me to perform what Teri Lesesne considers the educator’s most important job:  “leading our students from where they are [as readers] to where we’d like them to be.”

The result? Every student last year read more books during the school year than they ever had!

Every. Single. Student.

While it wasn’t entirely due to the classroom library, many students shared in their exit interviews that the classroom library indeed played a role. It was impossible, they said, not to find something engaging to read. (They realized they didn’t dislike reading; they just disliked how we teachers have been assigning it over the years.) And for those reluctant readers–who would never grace the doors of a library, having a collection of differentiated texts within arm’s reach made all of the difference.

Every student learned to become a reader last year–even if it was just during English class with the Crazy Book Lady.

That’s a pretty great start.