Thanks to guest blogger Christine Gleason, whose story about the what passes for professional learning made the Teacher in a Strange Land laugh out loud. She even provided her own illustration.
By Christine
Gleason
2009 Texas
Teacher of the Year
The
time is upon us where teachers across the nation gather to collectively lose
brain mass--the infamous full-day in-service. I check the clock again and adjust
myself in world's worst chair. My eyes
roll back in my head. Time is not
relevant in in-service land. Break time
is a non-negotiable “ten minutes because we have a lot to cover.” Lunch is an eternity away. I lean forward and rest my chin on my
fist. I roll my eyes. Take away the
table in front of me, cluttered with coffee cups, blank paper and randomly
placed markers, and my posture is in perfect tandem with Rodin’s “The Thinker.”
If
Dante were writing this, the level of hell reserved for in-services would be
right between the heretics and the violent (that’s level 6.5 for the Dante
lovers). Inferno would be a cafetorium.
Roughly 350 teachers would be helplessly seated on uncomfortable chairs. The schedule says we're done at 4:00, but we
all know that roughly translates to eternity.
The
objective: Teachers will become familiar
with the ELL components of…zzzz.
By
hour two, we have covered one slide on the PowerPoint presentation and
completed an activity where we went around the room and got three different
perspectives from three random teachers on the sentence starter “One obstacle
ELL students face when trying to learn English is…” Deep.
My
back is killing me (remember the sub-par chairs…) and I am sick of sitting. As
I move to stand in the back of the cafeteria, I look around to see if others
are feeling the same way. I see people shoving all of their markers together to
make swords. I see towers of empty
coffee cups and juice boxes.
It
is confirmed. The presenter had lost the
majority of the people in the room. I know this because of the plethora of side
conversations (which involve laughter--and this guy isn’t funny), the body
language of the people who aren’t talking and the pantomimed wrist slashing of
a colleague with whom I make eye contact.
The
principal slowly walks over to me. He's
seen me surfing the net on my cell phone and reading an essay. He asks: do I have the book the presenter gave
us? “Yes,” I said. “I have two copies." We make a quick list
of the times the high school staff had ELL training…the last being when the
principal himself trained us. “Yours was
better,” I admit. He chuckles a little. Of course, a monkey could give a better
in-service than this guy.
There
are no modifications to the speaker’s delivery as the day progresses. He continues talking at us. He tells us ELLs
need multiple opportunities to hear information. “Give them visual cues, rephrase stuff and
have them repeat it back to you” he says. So where are my visual cues? The rephrasing? Small group instruction? Alternative activities? Does this guy ever, ever change the tone of
his voice?
I
draw one of my colleague’s likenesses on an orange. I take a picture of someone
who's fallen asleep.
How
can the powers that be expect a room full of educated adults with different
learning styles to sit through six hours of lecture and actually walk away with
something? The content of the book is amazing.
It's the delivery.
After
lunch, the Assistant Superintendent reprimands us: “We expect the kids to learn
when we lecture to them."
Translation: “I know this guy is boring. Don’t make marker swords.”
I
don’t expect my kids to learn in this kind of environment. Six hours of spiel
is too much for any human being. The marker-sword fight and the countless juice
box pyramids strategically set up to hide people texting on their phones should
have given the presenter a clue.
Teachers
should be involved in what teachers want or need to learn. Clearly this
is not a revolutionary idea. If we have
to spend money, why not give us the opportunity to become National Board
Certified? What about an in-service on
how to set up a Professional Learning Community at our school? Growth opportunities are absolutely
imperative to the success of our teachers, especially those on cruise control.
And
why can’t the staff train the staff? I
went to Space Camp this summer and could teach a whole day on Space to the
elementary school. I’m also a
Smithsonian Ambassador. Plus, I’m
engaging, relatively funny, and know how to use hands-on activities. And that’s
just me! Think of all the staff members with unique skills...
I’d
love to see multiple sessions going on in multiple classrooms so teachers have
a choice of where they want to go all day long.
While I’m presenting how to make Water Bottle Rockets as part of the
Science and Math curriculum in one room, my principal could be presenting ELL
strategies in another. we are exciting
and talented, we know our kids and we are free.
In-service
day is over. I've reflected on what I learned--and I’m off to have a chat with
my principal. Hope he feels like joining
my PLC.