"Do you have a question about the Cheeto on the floor?", or, My Students Don't Have Self-Reliance

Monday, May 20, 2013





As I reflect on my third year of teaching, some particularly proud moments come to mind.  I can also think of a lot of things I did mediocre-ly. And of course, there are things I've figuratively set on fire and watched burn.  

Today, I would like to talk about one of my greatest failures this year.  To use my own metaphor from five seconds ago, it's a freaking bonfire.

Self-reliance.

My students don't have it.

My students are truly awesome people and I love them, but when I consider their inability to solve problems on their own, it honestly amazes me that they are even alive.

To show you what I mean, I have been writing down things my students tell me or conversations we have that demonstrate their lack of self-reliance for the past week.

“So if I don’t type it, do I get a score of 3?”
--After reading the words “Paper is not typed” under the “Score” column next to “3”

“For number 7, how do you spell ‘antagonist’?”
--with his pointer finger on the question which contains the word “antagonist”?

"When I want to go to the next page, do I press 'Next'?"

"What does it mean when it says 'Works well with all ages and types of people'?"

"Miss, I can’t find my binder."
“Have you looked for it?”
“No…”

"I don't have a pencil."
“And?”
“I’m just letting you know.”

“What time do we leave this class?”
“There’s a schedule on the bulletin board.”
“Can you just tell me?”


And this next conversation that almost murdered me.  At this point in the week, I'd already been keeping track of the number of times my students demonstrated their inability to solve problems, and was the lethal combination of depressed and extremely aggravated. The student you’re about to meet, Gabriel, is neither an attention-seeker nor a “bad” student, and approached my desk one day last week with a few minutes left in class.

Gabriel: Um, Miss.
Me: Yes?
Gabriel: There's a Cheeto on the floor, and it has ants on it.
Me: Ah. Interesting.
Gabriel: (stares)
Me: Do you have a question about the Cheeto on the floor?
Gabriel: (after a while) Can you get it?
Me: I can.  But all day I’ve been solving other people’s problems that I’m pretty sure they can solve themselves if they try to figure it out.  Do you think you can help me out and figure out a solution?
Gabriel: (shrugs)
Me: What do you think should be done about the ant-covered Cheeto?
Gabriel: (long, long stare until eventually looks away)
Me: Gabriel.  Are you seriously telling me you don't know how to fix this problem yourself?
Gabriel: (another long stare)
Me: Oh, my gosh. (covers face with hands) Ok.  Let's think about how we could solve this problem.  I want you to think out loud about how you could solve this problem without me.
Gabriel: (long stare #3)
Me: Should you pick up that Cheeto with your bare hands?
Gabriel: (shakes his head)
Me: Well? What are your other options?
Gabriel: (shrugs shoulders)
Me: (trying not to show that I’m losing it) You are not going to your next class until you figure out a solution. And I'm not writing you a pass.
Gabriel: (about fifty seconds later) I could pick it up with a piece of paper?
Me: Lord. Yes. Congratulations.

I'm not proud of being ugly to a twelve year-old, but I am proud of not running full-speed through a glass window after that conversation.

How did this happen? I am most definitely NOT one of the teachers I’ve observed who babies her students.  When my students raise their hand with a question, I don’t sprint over to their desk, crouch down beside them, and give them the answer while patting their back soothingly.  My responses to their question are most often things like, “Well, what do you think?”, “Where could you go to find the answer to your question?”, or I encourage them to talk to ask their group members for help.  I only answer questions for things I know they can’t figure out themselves, like when I screw up directions or include weird typos or something. 

Maybe I have a huge poster in my classroom on a UV-level that only the eyes of people born after the year 2000 can see that says “Keep asking Ms. Teach questions that you can totally figure out yourself; she loves that!”  Maybe my students just make up questions because they want me to come over near them because I smell like a field of wildflowers downwind from a Cinnabon.  Maybe it’s all a government plot for the complete destruction of my sanity.

But I’m pretty sure it’s because I go to great lengths to eliminate the possibility of them even HAVING problems that when they actually encounter them they don’t know how to react.

Crap.  I have a lot of work to do next year.

At least I solved my own problem.

Love,

Teach


The Top Ten Things I Wish I'd Known as a First-Year Teacher

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


I blame the following for my nearly month-long blogging hiatus:

-State standardized testing
-Applying to grad school (%**@IFHDJFD#%*#@RE$$W)
-Crossfit
-Promptly quitting Crossfit three weeks later and taking up running in the morning at 5:15
-Deciding to coach soccer
-Creating a book study with some friends
-Writing up and teaching a research unit
-Writing finals

Also, one of my students brought a ten-pound tray of fruit his mom had chopped up to a class party and I ate roughly half of it and had diarrhea for 24 hours straight.  That has nothing to do with my blogging ability, but I just thought you should know.  

Summer? You come now? 

Anyway, I’m really excited to be writing this post. I've found myself reflecting on my first year a lot in the past few months-- I think partially because I work with so many newbies and feel like somewhat of a Yoda/mother hen hybrid toward them, but also because I'm far enough removed from my first year now to think about it without experiencing PTSD.  I feel a strong sense of purpose in trying to help new teachers, and wanted to share things that have been game-changers for me; things that I've either learned myself (the hard way) or that others have passed on to me that have made my life as a teacher drastically easier, better, and more fun.  I hope you'll share this with a new teacher or a soon-to-be new teacher, or, if you’re a veteran, that you'll share some things that helped you when you were a new teacher in a comment.  

If you’re not a teacher and don’t know any new teachers and don’t care about advice, I hope you at least found the diarrhea story funny.

Ready? Here we go.

The Top Ten Things I Wish I'd Known as a First-Year Teacher

1) Don't eat lunch in the teachers' lounge.
Why? See my post on the Perpetually Negative.  That's where they eat.  

2) Post instructions as often as possible on the board

It sounds unnecessary and/or like something you should only be doing for kindergartners, but it completely revolutionized my classroom management.  As much as possible, post exactly what students are supposed to be doing and be as specific as you can.  Every day when students come in, I have posted what materials they should have, what they should be doing, and how much time they have to do it after the bell rings.



This eliminates two major stressors, at least for me: one is students using the excuse "Oh, I didn't know," the other is having to repeat myself. By late September, if a student is still asking “What do we need today?”, most of the time another student will take over your response for you (“It’s on the board!!”)

I also post instructions for what to do when they're done with a test or quiz, what they can be doing during structured free time, and any other time where I have a feeling they could become "forgetful".

3) Use teacher detentions for minor infractions 

For students who forget materials consistently, won’t follow directions, can't stop talking, do nothing, are marginally sassy, or for other behavior that doesn't quite warrant a write-up, use a teacher detention.  These are informal detentions that don't go on school record, but can be used as documentation if the behavior continues.  Really, it's just closer to Time-Out for older kids.  You can arrange these detentions with a student before or after school, but lunch detentions are my weapon of choice.  My students HATE them.  I blare my 90s female singer-songwriter Pandora station and eat tuna, and their poor little ears and noses just can't handle it. Another teacher commented on my blog once and said that she took lunch detentions one step further and eats her lunch next to her students at their seat in the cafeteria! Genius.  My other favorite is morning detentions because I have them do the things I hate, like organizing my supply closet, clearing out bookshelves, arranging/rearranging desks, cleaning my dry erase board, etc. 

But the other great thing about teacher detentions is the appreciation you'll get from your administrator.  APs get a ton of office referrals for minor infractions that technically should be dealt with by a teacher, and nine times out of ten the teacher won't have called a parent OR taken any documentable steps to correct the behavior themselves.  Teacher detentions will cut back on the amount of actual referrals you write, so that when your AP does get a referral from you, they'll say, "Yikes-- Ms. Lang hardly ever uses referrals, AND Johnny skipped her detention.  TO THE CHOKEY WITH JOHNNY!"

Just kidding.  Here at Love, Teach we don't advocate The Chokey.  But you get the idea.


4) Procedure the heck out of everything 

The first 2-3 weeks are the most important of the school year in terms of getting what you want from your students.  You can either set up your classroom as a place where things get done safely and efficiently, or a place where the students call the shots and you are constantly in need of shock therapy.  Read The First Days of School by Harry Wong, after you giggle a little bit over the author's name.  He's the procedures guru.  Here's how Wong's method works.

First, you need to figure out exactly how you want everything done.  What do I mean by everything?  The way students enter and exit, when they can sharpen pencils, if and how they will borrow pencils from you, what heading they will use on their papers, what to do when a visitor walks in, how to ask to go to the bathroom, how you will get their attention quickly, how students will pass in papers, how to work in groups, how to demonstrate active listening, etc. Then, have students practice these procedures until they are not just ok, but perfect.  This can take anywhere from 1-3 weeks.  (I have about 25 procedures and it took me 2 weeks this year with 50-minute classes.) Only once your students have mastered your procedures can you begin real instruction.

CRAZY, HUH?!  I know it may sound a little brainwash-y and restrictive, but having these procedures in place actually allows you and your students more freedom in the long run.  It builds trust and your students will feel secure.  Just read the book, preez.

5) Don't ever be less than 100% nice and accommodating to clerks/receptionists

As far as the title of this list goes, I'm kind of cheating since I am fortunate enough to have received this piece of advice before I started my first year, but I still wanted to include it because it's ÜBER IMPORTANT, YA.  Just off the top of my head I can think of four new teachers that are currently suffering from bad relationships with staff members at our school, and can think of probably ten more that have been through the same thing over the past couple of years at different schools.  You should know three things about clerks and receptionists.  They:

  1. work the closest with and talk most often to the people who hire, fire, appraise, and make other important decisions
  2. often (but not always!) enjoy drama/gossip/blowing situations out of proportion
  3. are the ones in charge of assigning things that can either be really helpful or a huge pain for teachers (lunch duty, testing assignments, substitute arrangements, etc.)
Do you see how important it is to be aware of each of these characteristics?  Do you see how together they can easily create the perfect storm for ruining your life as a teacher? DO YOU SEE HOW CRITICAL IT IS TO BE NICE TO YOUR CLERKS?

Does this mean you'll have to pretend to be thrilled to pieces to see the 257th picture they've shown you of their nephew/granddaughter/cousin's god-cat, even if you've got 5 minutes to make 75 copies and be on the other end of campus? Yep. What if the receptionist asks for a student to be sent to the office who's making up an important test that you should have had graded a week ago? "Yes ma'am, I'm sending her right now." Don't even think about negotiating until you have a solid relationship there, one which can only be achieved by being 100% nice for anywhere from several months to over a year.  Try to ask on a regular basis what you could do to make that person's job easier, because a lot of people do treat them like crap.  And mark Staff Appreciation Day on your wall calendar, little black book,  phone alarm, forehead, etc.

It's probably a good idea to try to be nice to everyone as much as possible, but let's be real, it doesn't always happen. Teachers are generally more understanding and less grudge-holding toward each other about time crunches, bad days, and other things that can mess with our niceness.  What I ‘m saying is if you're going to be cranky, be cranky to another teacher.  Then apologize and send him/her three of your nicest pens. 

6) Think really hard about friending anyone from school on Facebook

First, let me be clear that I have nothing incriminating or that I feel I would need to hide on any form of social media (except maybe my high school Xanga, but that's because it's frighteningly annoying). I'll be the first to tell you that my life outside of school is about as risqué as a Puritan's. But I still wish I'd never friended any of my current colleagues. Why?
  • You will find out things about other teachers you wish you hadn't.  This never occurred to me because I was way more concerned with what my colleagues would become privy to in my life than the other way around. You might find out that the math teacher down the hall apparently often comes to school after pretty intense "nights on the town," or that the history teacher you thought was precious and grandfatherly is actually a total bigot. Some information might just be annoying or disappointing, and some may leave you feeling obligated to report them.
  • Once you friend one colleague, you may find yourself friending all your colleagues.  All of them.  ALL of them. Think about it. 
  • You won't miss out on anything.  You and your coworkers will swap stories and pictures of anything important at lunch or after school, and happy hours and get-togethers are usually arranged via school email anyway.
 I mean, what? I don't know anything about that.

7) Be firm, but kind.

A very wise teacherwoman told me this little phrase about halfway through my first year and I've never forgotten it. I think it instantly stuck because I realized it was true of the approach of all the teachers who have had the greatest impact on me.  

Firm, but kind.  If you're firm without being kind, you're unapproachable and cannot inspire.  If you're kind without being firm, you're unstable and a doormat.  It has to be both.

8) Set life boundaries

My first year got dramatically better once I started setting boundaries. I decided in January of my second semester that I would never stay at school to work past the two-hour mark after the last bell, and that I would not, under any circumstances, work on Sundays. This meant that my to-do list was a little longer and that occasionally I'd have to take work home, but on the plus side, I got to be a real person.  I've changed my boundaries since then-- sometimes I have to make exceptions when I'm behind or notice that something's not working-- but the process of creating and respecting boundaries is now just as important as the things on either side of them.

Make fun weekly plans with people on the same days each week and follow through with them.  Don't cancel plans to grade papers or do anything that isn't extremely time sensitive-- your work WILL get done. If you're having a particularly bad day, make a list of all the awesome things you're going to do when you leave and commit to leaving as soon as possible after the bell. Here's an example of what my list might look like.


This is just a hypothetical list I made (I actually haven't had any truly horrible days this year!), but you can easily see where using foot moisturizer ranks in my list of life's pleasures. Pathetic.

9) Don't compare yourself to other teachers about things that don't matter.

I think I'm a pretty good teacher.  My kids learn a lot every year and I try really hard to get them to think critically and creatively, love reading, and believe in themselves and important things.  But sometimes I look at other teachers and feel like a big, gigantic loser. These teachers change their bulletin boards monthly and have rotating charts for classroom jobs (you know, Errand Runner, Materials Manager, etc.) complete with salaries and "official" job applications that have to have references.  They have a classroom currency system with monthly silent auctions. They write their students handwritten letters for all major holidays.

When I first realized I wasn't those teachers, I felt inadequate. 

But when I realized that I wasn't those teachers, but that that was okay, I felt empowered. I will NEVER have class jobs!  I tried them one year and it felt so hokey, lame and awkward! I change my hallway bulletin board maybe once a year, or whenever the girls with good handwriting in my 5th period have finished their tests early.  I am not too worried about my students moving on to 8th grade without the real-world knowledge of how to participate in a silent auction.  Those things just don't work for me as a teacher, but it doesn't mean I'm not doing enough, or that I'm not enough.

Now, I say "about the things that don't matter" because there are times when you should compare yourself to other teachers and care about it.  You probably shouldn't ignore another teacher's students outperforming yours by a 30-point average, or every one of your students signing a petition for your retirement. 

10) Go in humble, ready to learn, and ready to laugh at yourself. 

Don't assume that teaching is going to be just like volunteering, babysitting, or any other role you've ever had with children.  If you do, grab a sturdy umbrella because you're in for a shitstorm, my friend.  Prepare as much as possible, yes, but be aware that your first year is essentially one nine month-long learning curve. Humility, a sense of humor, and a pack of people who love you are your best weapons for getting through and doing it gracefully. 

And that's all I have to say about that.

What game-changing advice would you give to a soon-to-be new teacher?

Love,

Teach

What to do with that terrible coworker you have, part 4: The Perpetually Negative

Friday, April 19, 2013


Rachel Dratch as Debbie Downer, or your perpetually negative coworker.

The Perpetually Negative
How to identify: Werrrrrrrrrrrrrrmp werrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmp.  That’s the sad trombone noise that follows around the Perpetually Negative coworker you have. We all have our days and weak moments where we feel we need to rant, but PNs are in a constant state of ranting. He’s the person who complains about teaching and school non-stop, but the minute he sets foot in professional development, complains about what a waste of time THAT is, too.  She’s the leech who stands in your doorway for 45 minutes after school every day, whining about every student, parent, and administrator she can possibly think of. He’s the person who takes one look at your Christmas countdown calendar and responds with, “Don’t get too excited.  We have the whole spring semester to deal with.”  She’s the one who looks at the catered faculty lunch and says, “Ugh, I HATE when they call that place.” Perpetually Negatives usually prey on either a) weak, nice people who will allow them to complain incessantly, or b) other PNs who not only allow it but can perpetuate their negativity.   The perpetually negative are grateful for nothing apart from an opportunity to whine.
Why they’re a problem: I actually think that the PNs are most destructive of all the terrible coworker types. PNs can quickly bring down the morale of one person, a team, and even an entire workplace.  And beyond just identifying points of complaint, PNs train you to do the same.  
How to deal:  Acknowledge their feelings, but do not agree with them. They will quickly either learn to not whine when they’re talking to, or they will find other people to whine to. If they don’t learn and continue to complain, you have to put an end to it, however awkward it may be.  Agreeing with PNs or allowing them to complain will eventually send a message that you share those beliefs, and you may find yourself thrown under the bus when the time comes.
What to say:
If you deal with a come-and-go PN: “Really? Huh. I don’t share that experience/belief/whatever.” It’s important that you’re as clear and to-the-point as possible when dealing with a whiner.  If you affirm anything about their whining (“That must be really hard—I’m sorry”), they will pounce all over it and take it that you’re siding with them in the issue.  After a while, they should get bored and either move on to another topic or another person who will listen.
If you’ve been dealing with a PN for a long time: “I know you’re dealing with difficult issues by talking things out and I want to be your friend, but it’s hard for me to walk away from these conversations without taking on those negative feelings, too.”  This will hopefully lead to helpful dialogue between you and the PN.  If it doesn’t, you must be OK with the PN taking his/her negativity elsewhere.
If that doesn’t work:
Learn this dance/walk and do it every time your PN says something negative.

They will eventually give up on you.
Actually, go ahead and learn that dance even if you don’t plan on using it.  It’s probably a good thing to know.
Love,
Teach

What to do with that terrible coworker you have, Part 3: The Do-Nothing Expect-Everything

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Do your coworkers make you want to set yourself on fire? Do you find that you love your job, but the people around you are making you miserable? If you answered "yes" to either of these questions, you should send a well-bred Dalmation puppy to my house ASAP.

Just kidding.  You should read this post, which is part of a series on terrible coworkers.  Go back to the introductory post to read the rules and regulations.  (But seriously, if you have a spare well-bred Dalmation puppy you're looking to rehome, email me on the double.)

Today's terrible coworker is the Do-Nothing Expect-Everything.

"Please, sir, I want zero responsibility but with all the benefits."

The Do-Nothing Expect-Everything

How to identify: Do-Nothing Expect-Everythings are super easy to spot.  They're late to your meetings, don't turn in or do things when asked, are unprepared, somehow never get emails that the rest of the school gets, and "forget" deadlines.  They then ask for special favors, extensions, your lesson plans, that test you spent hours writing, or for you to pick up the slack.

Why they're a problem: At first, they don't appear to be a problem.  DNEEs are usually fun and charming, and many people see their irresponsibility almost as endearing--like a destructive kitten or a baby walking out the door with no pants on.  But if you've ever worked closely with a DNEE, you know how skillfully they take advantage of the time and energy of the people around them without providing anything in return.  But apart from their effect on others, their habits also hurt themselves.  Constantly expecting other people to cater to them leaves the DNEES as permanent children, or "PERMAKINDER" as I enjoy calling it in a thick German accent.

How to deal: You have two choices. 1) Don't do their stuff, or 2) Figure out a system that works for you.  Be careful with option 1.  While just plain refusing to do their work CAN lead to that person learning to it themselves, it can also lead to a negative professional relationship with that person.  I would recommend option 2. Figure out what the DNEE's strengths are.  Does your DNEE know all the funny YouTube or random-but-interesting current events?  Have them come up with the "hook" part of the lessons.  Does your DNEE know people who could come in as guest speakers?  Have them arrange and be responsible for that. If all else fails, does your DNEE know how to operate the copy machine? Maybe agree to take a larger part of the responsibility for lesson planning in exchange for help with making copies.  It's not ideal, but it sends the message that he/she does have responsibility to fill, and that, as a member of your team, you expect them to fill it.  As time goes by, you can adjust the system to be divided more equally.

What to say:

"Hey, we need to get this done by Thursday.  How would you like to divide this up so that the work is split equally?" This leaves no room for hemming and hawing-- the DNEE has to step up and help, not only with the work, but the process of dividing it.  Using this wording makes you sound more like a teammate and less like a mommy, which we all know is what they actually need.

"So the last time we did this, we didn't meet the deadline.  Let's figure out a plan we can stick to so that we make sure we meet it this time."

"I've come up with a plan for us. Here are your responsibilities; here are mine.  Does this sound good? How about if one of us forgets, we owe the other Starbucks for the rest of the week."  As I mentioned, DNEEs are usually fun, and this will appeal to them.  Plus, if they do let you down, you get some iced hazelnut lattes out of the deal.  Win-win.

If that doesn't work:

Stage a memorial service with somber music, LED candles (unless your workplace condones real fire), and finger sandwiches.  Invite your DNEE.  Begin the eulogy with, "Ladies, gentlemen.  Today, we are not mourning the death, but rather celebrating the life of Everyone Else Doing All Your Work."  Then hold a funeral for your coworker's laziness.

Just kidding, don't do that. If you've tried to divide up the work and your DNEE is still not following through, explain to him/her gently that you've come to the point where your next step is talking to administration. It isn't pretty, but neither is being a doormat.

Love,

Teach

What to do with that terrible coworker you have, Part 2: The Scary & Bossy

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


Miss Trunchbull, the quintessential Scary & Bossy

Welcome!  If you are just now tuning in, know that this is part of a series about difficult coworker personality types written by someone completely unqualified to talk about personality types.  My hope is that, if you are stuck working with an insufferable team member, this might provide you with a helpful little nugget on how to deal.  Or if it can't help you, it will at least make you laugh. 


The first terrible coworker we will examine is the Scary & Bossy.



The Scary & Bossy Coworker

How to identify: The Scary & Bossy is smart, intense, and powerful. They can cause instant diarrhea in others with only a glance.  They often have good ideas and strong opinions, but treat their ideas and opinions as the only ideas and opinions.  Their response to criticism can vary: they can be openly harsh and abrasive or subtly cutting or condescending, but one thing is for certain: they don’t like criticism. S&Bs come in all ages, from  40-year veterans to first-year-but-somehow-know-everything newbies.  (I think Teach for America is a great organization, but they tend to attract a fair amount of Scary & Bossy corps members.  Just be aware.) The S&B mistakes collaboration for totalitarianism. 

Why they’re a problem: S&Bs suffocate the people and possibilities around them.  They only respect a few people, but demand respect from everyone.  Sometimes, people can be so intimidated by S&Bs that they are afraid to speak up, try new things, or submit an amazing idea they have.  With repeated exposure, S&Bs can also mess with other people’s sense of self, which is super dangerous.

How to deal: S&Bs typically respond well to kindness. They like hearing that their ideas are good, that you are grateful for their contribution to your team, and that you have been listening to what they have to say.  But kindness must be paired with firmness to get through to an S&B.  They must be told directly (NOT passive-aggressively) what they can and cannot get away with, or they will continue to run with it while running over everyone.  By phrasing your feelings as “I” instead of “you” statements (“I feel not valued during team meetings when I’m not given time to explain myself” instead of “You are kind of a jerk for snapping your fingers for me to hurry up during last week’s team meeting”*) you can lessen the feeling of criticism the S&B has a tendency to react negatively towards.  Also, keep your cool.  The Scary & Bossy aren’t able to keep their cool for the life of them, and are respectfully envious of those who can be calm and smiling when things are stressful.  If you can be kind, firm, and calm with an S&B, you shouldn’t have a problem getting what you want.

What to say: 

“Wow, it took a lot of ingenuity to come up with the idea to stage a mock execution after reading passages from Crime and Punishment with your fifth grade reading support class.  I won’t be doing that with my class, but I would love to hear how it goes!” You acknowledge them, but make it clear that you’re going another route.  If the S&B pushes you on it, keep it short and sweet.  “I’m working on a different plan for teaching those themes” will suffice. 

“I’m glad you feel so free to bring your ideas to our team, but sometimes I feel like my ideas aren’t good enough to be heard or considered seriously.  Can you help me to feel like a more valuable team member?”  I know that some of you who suffer under S&Bs are cringing at this, but being direct will earn you much more respect with an S&B than being passive-aggressive (“Hey, I overheard someone saying that you’re bossy, can you believe that?”) or shady (telling a supervisor) will.  Also, with this statement you are still being kind, acknowledging their ideas and their ability to lead.  

If that doesn't work:


Use your psychokinetic abilities to make a piece of chalk write a warning about your S&B's behavior on her chalkboard and sign it as a deceased person whom your S&B has wronged.  (It worked for Matilda.)


How do I know so much about the Scary & Bossy?  In my most untamed, most terrible state, I am one. (I've been known to relapse when faced with the combination of mass chaos and weak leadership, like the time my grocery store hadn't pushed forward any of the milks from the back of the store and I found myself climbing up into the refrigerated ramp.) Luckily, my best friends in 5th grade had the kindness and firmness to tell me to slow my roll, and, because I respected and loved them so much (and still do today), I listened. THEN I STEAMROLLED THOSE FOOLS!  Just kidding.  
Do you work with an S&B? Have you found ways of dealing with him that don't involve slashing his tires or other acts of destruction?  Holler at your girl. 

Oh, and tune in tomorrow for the Scary & Bossy’s polar opposite, the Do-Nothing Expect-Everything!

Love,
Teach

*True story!  I watched a grown-up do this to another grown-up in a team meeting.

What to do with that terrible coworker you have, Part 1: Introduction

Tuesday, April 16, 2013




First, a couple of things.  
I got the idea for this installment after watching several of my first-year colleagues at my new school struggle bitterly working with members of their team or staff.  It made me sad to watch them internalize unfair criticism or do unequal amounts of work or feel obligated to support a negative team member. So I told them they didn’t have to. And now I would like to tell you that you don't have to, either. I have chosen several personality types that I believe can cause serious problems, and will offer tips on identifying, understanding, and communicating with those types. 
These posts are not meant to be read as a “How To Fix Your Coworkers” or “How to Get Even With That Guy Who Is Always a Jerk To You” type thing.  That's not helpful for anyone.  Instead, I want to give you some practical ways of dealing with these personality types so that you can be successful.  But remember, I am a) only in my 3rd year of teaching, b) technically credible in understanding personality types only in the fact that I passed Intro to Psychology like 7 years ago c) am terrible sometimes, too.  So take everything I say with one of those giant cubes of salt they give cows. 
First, before anything can be done about your terrible coworkers, you must understand the following three things.   
1. Be willing to examine yourself. The traits I hate most about my terrible coworkers are often traits I find in myself.  For instance, I used to work near (luckily not closely with) a colleague who was constantly bringing up her Ivy League alma mater, emailing to inform us of praise that she would receive from students/parents/administrators, and giving me teaching advice that I didn’t really want.  Obviously, she had a pretty big sense of self-importance.  Why did she annoy me so much?  It’s simple: I think I’m pretty important, too. Yes, I’m more skilled at filtering what I let people know about me, but that doesn’t mean my pride isn’t still there and responding in a nasty, destructive way to feeling inferior.  If we can realize that we actually share the very thing in common that irks us about our terrible coworkers, it’s a huge step towards mutual respect and understanding.  We come off of the defense and start playing on the same team.  (I should stop using sports metaphors; I don’t really get them, and I don’t think the example I gave ever really happens in sports anyway.)
2. Often, our terrible coworkers have had something terrible happen to them at some point.  One of my former administrators was maybe the single most difficult person I’ve ever worked with or been around.  The way he spoke and acted toward me made me feel so worthless, helpless, and stupid that I went into a depressive episode accompanied by anxiety for much of the school year.  I never retaliated, never lowered my standards or my performance, never wavered in being positive and professional in my interactions with him, but he never relented.  It’s really easy to just hate bullies like that, but it wasn’t until after I left that I realized that nobody could possibly behave like that towards another person without having learned it.  Maybe he had been the victim of abuse from someone who was supposed to care for him.  Maybe someone who he loved abandoned him without an explanation.  This made it a lot easier to look at him as a good person who is hurt and broken (as am I) instead of a monster.
3. It’s not about getting even with my coworker or asserting my power; it’s about creating a work environment where I am comfortable and have what I need to be able to do my best.  Ask yourself: is this coworker preventing you from feeling comfortable or doing your work effectively?  If not, it’s probably not worth intervening. 
In my next post, I will begin with the first terrible coworker personality, The Scary & Bossy!  You don’t want to miss the S&B!  (Except really, you do want to miss out on a Scary & Bossy.  They’re terrifying.)
Love,
Teach 

This Year's April Fools' Prank: "ANYBODY ELSE?!"

Wednesday, April 3, 2013


A few weeks ago, I was bouncing April Fools’ ideas off of my infinitely wise and infinitely cruel roommate we’ll call Esther.

“You know that video I posted of the orchestra teacher who pretends to lose his mind and smashes the fake violin of one of his students?  I wish I could do that,” I said longingly.

“You can,” she replied, looking up from her book. I could tell from Esther’s face that her brain was currently in labor with my 2013 April Fools’ prank.

“What? How?” I asked.

“Use a cell phone or something.” 

“Oh,” I whispered in awe.  “Thank you, Esther.” 

Esther just smiled.  She’s always happy to help when it comes to tricking children.

***

Because of my limited supplies and the sheer velocity with which word travels in a middle school, I knew I could only pull the prank on one class.  I had to choose wisely.

I chose the most insane.

On the morning of April 1st, I had my classroom rigged and ready to go.  Luckily, I have my conference period directly before the class I had chosen, so I had ample time to get myself collected.  I had already chosen a student with the ideal characteristics for the prank (trustworthy, fabulous actress, good with directions) and had let her in on the opportunity to punk her peers.  We’ll call her Harriet. Harriet now had my old, broken iPhone in tow and I’d had her repeat her instructions to me at least twice: 1) get caught, 2) get sassy, 3) don’t go down without a fight. I made my hammer accessible and I’d cleared plenty of space for my shenanigan.  All that was left to do was wait.

When the bell rang, my students filed in as usual (insanely) and, after a couple of minutes, got to work on their warm-up.  I paced the room a while monitoring their warm-up completion, trying not to give away the fact that my adrenal gland was on overdrive at my impending performance.  I let it get completely silent.  Then I walked past Harriet’s row.  She was pretending to sneakily read a text message under her desk because she’s a genius.

“Harriet,” I said quietly.  I held out my hand with my palm facing upward, the international teacher symbol for “Poor sucker; you’ve been caught using your phone, and I am taking it from you now.”

“When am I gonna get it back?”  Hilary challenged.

“I’m sorry?” My right eyebrow went about eight feet in the air.

“It’s mine; I’m not giving it to you.” As the rest of the class turned to see who would win in this Harriet vs. Ms. Teach showdown, I silently praised Harriet for her stunning performance.  She was BRILLIANT; Meryl Streep would have either been proud or envious, I can’t decide which.

“May I have an explanation for this attitude?”

“Yes; it’s mine.” (Amazing.)

“Give it to me.”

“No.”

“NOW.”

“No.”

“You have 5 seconds to give it to me. 5…4…3… 2… 1…”* I hesitated before delivering my big line. “Harriet, if you don’t give me your phone now, I will destroy it.”

Harriet sat placidly, her phone in her lap.

My most insane class was completely silent and motionless.

I briskly walked toward my file cabinet, unlocked it, and pulled out my hammer.  A few students gasped.  I headed back over to Harriet and once more asked for her phone.  After another brief struggle, she finally handed it over, and I strode over to a metal cart on wheels at the front of the room (plenty of distance away from the niños) and set it down.  I wound up and brought the hammer down on the phone over and over, each time filling the room with the loud echo off the metal cart.  DANG, DANG, DANG, DANG, DANG.  But the phone wouldn’t break!  I tried again, swinging above my head and really bearing down.  DANG, DANG, DANG.  It didn’t even crack the glass.  I was momentarily afraid that my class would see the lack of destruction/my amusement at the lack of destruction and suspect a prank, but when I looked up, all their faces looked like this and I knew I was still safe:



 I picked up the phone and swung it wildly above my head.

“ANYONE ELSE?  ANYONE ELSE?” I shouted.  “ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO TAKE OUT THEIR PHONE?”

I waited a good fifteen seconds. Then, I made eye contact with Harriet, as we’d planned.  We both silently counted to three.

“APRIL FOOLS’!!!!!”  We laughed heartily and high-fived each other.  I had chosen to prank that class because I thought their reaction upon the reveal would be the most explosive, but when I looked around I found myself in front of 30 young people still frozen in fear. A couple of students began to smile sheepishly, but the majority of the class still sat slack-jawed.

“That wasn’t her phone?” said one student in a squeaky voice.

“No!” I said. “It was all a prank.  That was an old phone of mine that doesn’t work anymore.”

“So Harriet’s not in trouble?” said another student.

“Nope!  She was in on it the whole time.”

“So… you gave her the phone before class started…”

Poor angels.  It took a while for the “April Fools’!” to set in, but once it did, their reaction was very satisfying.  The room eventually filled with the dulcet choruses of “AWWWWW SHIIIIIIIIT” and “OHHHHH SNAAAAAAAP” that I’d been craving.  One of them put his hands up against the sides of his head, as if my prank was literally too much for his brain to handle. 

My heart grew three sizes that day.

Love,

Teach

P.S. Can anyone explain to me why my old iPhone didn’t break?!  Seriously! I want to say it has something to do with its placement on the metal cart—that the wheels created an unstable surface that let the energy from the hammer bounce back instead of being absorbed by the phone, but I’m not sure. 

P.P.S. If I’m right, I’m quitting my job and becoming a physicist.

*Tip: don’t ever use the countdown in real classroom management.  One of two things happen: 1) the student will relinquish, but has found a great way of having control over you for an additional 5-10 seconds whenever he/she feels like it, or 2) you will find yourself in the awkward position of counting down to not getting the behavior you want.  Both are disappointing, and both are part of the reason I was a terrible first-year teacher.
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