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    <title>The Prospect Review #30 (e) October 2008</title>
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    <published>2008-10-24T03:33:53Z</published>
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    <summary>Editors Note Download file Panel Introduction Ellen Schwartz Third Grade Teacher Northfield MA Download file Making Space Katharine Walmsley First Grade Teacher Holyoke MA Download file What Do You Notice?: 4 Words That Transformed Our Thinking and Looking Therese Arsenault...</summary>
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<p align="center"><strong> Panel Introduction

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<p align="center"><strong>Making Space</strong>
<p align="center">Katharine Walmsley
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<p align="center"><strong>What Do You Notice?: 4 Words That Transformed Our Thinking and Looking</strong>
<p align="center">Therese Arsenault
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<p align="center"><strong>A New York Principal Making Space</strong>
<p align="center">Laura Garcia
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<p align="center"><strong>Tiny Corner</strong>
<p align="center">Bruce Turnquist
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    <title>Prospect Review 29 (e) - December 2007</title>
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    <published>2007-12-14T15:37:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T04:06:13Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Editors&apos; Note Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors Download file Finding My Lost Voice Laryza Martell Special Education Support Staff Earth School, New York, NY Download file My Descriptive Process Eve Richards Third Grade Teacher Crow Island Elementary School Winetka,...</summary>
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<p align="center"><strong>Finding My Lost Voice</strong>
<p align="center">Laryza Martell
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<p align="center">Eve Richards<br />
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<p align="center">Joan Bradbury
<p align="center">Recently Retired Third Grade Teacher
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<p align="center"><strong>Back in the Saddle</strong><br />
<p align="center">Nancy King Mildrum<br />
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<p align="center"><strong>Made By Hand</strong>
<p align="center">Patricia Carini
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    <title>Prospect Review 28 (e) - June 2007</title>
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    <published>2007-06-03T02:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T00:33:01Z</updated>
    
    <summary>Editors&apos; Note Full Text PDF Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors Play, Experiential Learning, and Literacy in the Kindergarten Classroom Full Text PDF Jennifer Rea Kindergarten Teacher Episcopal Academy, Merion, PA A Response to From Another Angle Full Text PDF...</summary>
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Jennifer Rea<br>

Kindergarten Teacher<br>

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<p align="center">A Response to From Another Angle<br>

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Elaine Smith<br>

Learning Support Teacher<br>

Chichester School District, Boothwyn, PA</p>

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Olga Winbush, Ph.D<br>

Full Faculty, Human Development, Pacific Oaks College<br>
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    <title>Prospect Review. 27(e) - February 2007</title>
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    <published>2007-02-18T17:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-28T15:48:00Z</updated>
    
    <summary>27(e) Editors&apos; Note Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors Full Text PDF (37kb) Saving Room For The Rose and The Sunflower Full Text PDF (83kb) Linda Bean First grade teacher Tom Williams Elementary School, North Las Vegas, Nevada Moving Around...</summary>
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Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors<br>
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Saving Room For The Rose and The Sunflower<br>
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Linda Bean<br>
First grade teacher<br>
Tom Williams Elementary School, North Las Vegas, Nevada<br>
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Moving Around and Learning<br>
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Anna Carrasco<br>
Purple Circle Daycare, New York, New York<br>
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The Integration of Science and Language<br>
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    <title>Prospect Review. 26(e) - October 2006</title>
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    <summary>26(e) Editors&apos; Note Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors Full Text PDF (47kb) | Full Text HTML | Post a Comment Letter Paige M. Bray Executive Director, The Teachersâ€™ Loft Full Text PDF (136kb) | Full Text HTML | Post...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p align="center">26(e) Editors' Note<br>
Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors<br>
<a href="http://review.prospectcenter.org/docs/26e/26e01WiceEspinosa.pdf">Full 
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Paige M. Bray<br>
Executive Director, The Teachersâ€™ Loft<br>
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<p align="center">Affirmations in my Third Year of Teaching<br>
Tawnya Tiskus<br>
Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass.<br>
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Helena Alves<br>
Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass.<br>
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Lost Boy<br>
Robin Sanders<br>
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Kate Stephens<br>
Norris Elementary School <br>
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<p align="center">Making and Remaking Schools<br>
Jessica Howard<br>
Hiland Hall School, Bennington, Vermont<br>
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    <title>26(e) Editors&apos; Note</title>
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    <published>2006-10-02T01:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T18:48:26Z</updated>
    
    <summary>26(e) Editors&apos; Note Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors Full Text PDF (47kb) A Note to Readers: This issue of The Prospect Review thrusts us into classrooms and into the minds and hearts of current teachers. From The Teachersâ€™ Loft...</summary>
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Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors<br>
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<p>A Note to Readers:<br>
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This issue of The Prospect Review thrusts us into classrooms and into the minds 
and hearts of current teachers. From The Teachersâ€™ Loft in Western Massachusetts 
we get a look into high-school English classes of Tawnya Tiskus, Robin Sanders, 
and Helena Alves. Kate Stevens shares two powerful visual images, â€œA Blanketed 
Seedï¿½? and â€œGraph of Energy and Attitudes,ï¿½? to communicate what it has been like 
for one particular early-grades teacher, in her first year and then in her third 
year. Paige Brayâ€™s letter to us readers helps to explain how these teachers have 
been coming together in collaborative inquiry.<br>]]>
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We also enter Jessica Howardâ€™s Hiland Hall School (Bennington, Vermont), thanks 
to Jessicaâ€™s permission for us to publish the text of her remarks at last yearâ€™s 
Prospect Fall Conference.<br>
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We hope these lively accounts â€“ â€œrich with shared humanity,ï¿½? to borrow Paigeâ€™s 
words -- will provoke thinking and writing from other teachers and other 
schools.<br>
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Betsy Wice and Cecilia Espinosa, Editors</p>]]>
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    <title>Piage M. Bray. &quot;Letter&quot;</title>
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    <summary>Letter Paige M. Bray Executive Director, The Teachersâ€™ Loft Full Text PDF (136kb) October 1, 2006 Dear Prospect Friends, It is my pleasure and honor to offer an introduction to the work of four teachers from The Teachersâ€™ Loft. The...</summary>
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Paige M. Bray<br>
Executive Director, The Teachersâ€™ Loft<br>
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<p>October 1, 2006<br>
<br>
Dear Prospect Friends,<br>
<br>
It is my pleasure and honor to offer an introduction to the work of four 
teachers from The Teachersâ€™ Loft. The opportunity for us to contribute to the 
Review and the documentation of our teaching work, voice and knowledge has been 
a long-term desire.<br>
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Tawnya, Robin, Helena and Kate are members of The Teachersâ€™ Voices: A Multi-Year 
Collaborative group at The Teachersâ€™ Loft in Western Massachusetts. Tawnya, a 
member of the original First-Year Teachersâ€™ Collaborative in 2003, has 
coordinated this group since 2004, supported by Kate and Robin, two other 
colleagues from that same original collaborative group. At the beginning of last 
year (their ominous third and fifth years of teaching, when 30 and 50 percent of 
teachers leave teaching, respectively) the Teachersâ€™ Voices group set a goal to 
publish their stories about their beginning teaching experience. Today you are 
reading the results of their effort -- a wish pursued and made a reality. 
Without question the voices of these teachers who have chosen to continue 
teaching offer perspectives we need to heed in order to understand and enact 
what supports dedicated teachers staying (rather than narrowly focusing efforts 
on those who are leaving and why they have left).<br>
<br>
As people like you who work in schools know, the individuals who start teaching 
come from all kinds of life experience and versions of teacher preparation. What 
constitutes help for rising to the daily intensity of teaching and support for 
how to sustain oneself over the weeks, months and years of practice is 
particular to the individual. Yet we also know from experience as well as the 
research literature that the initial one to three years in the field bring with 
them some very particular professional development needs. Whether you're 45 
years old or 22 when you embark on your first year, there are still some â€œusual 
suspectsï¿½? you have to work through and make sense of, and though many of us will 
pass over common thresholds we each do so with utter uniqueness. Of course no 
one knows this better than those of us who have engaged with the Prospect 
Descriptive Processes, especially in the context of an ongoing study group or 
inquiry project. <br>
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The Teachers' Voices: A Multi-Year Collaborative is built on the same tenets as 
each of The Teachersâ€™ Loft collaborative groups. As part of developing the Next 
Educational Wave (Teachersâ€™ Loft, 2006; learn more at http://www.teachersloft.org/get-involved/new-teachers-leaders.htm) 
of teachers and teacher leaders, The Teachersâ€™ Loft works with small groups of 
teachers, over the entire school year, to meet the needs of their particular 
context. This is in fulfillment of our mission, â€œto alter the status quo of 
teacher isolation by inviting teachers to take part in local, collaborative, 
professional development.ï¿½? Like other meaningful professional development, the 
flexibility to meet the particular teaching/learning needs of beginning teachers 
then continues to develop as a reflexive capacity across the teaching career and 
personal learning continuum. <br>
<br>
The Teachersâ€™ Loft is a non-profit organization co-founded in 2003 by my 
colleague Jenn Cook and me. As former pre K â€“12 teachers, both of us shared a 
common interest in addressing the staggering challenges facing beginning 
teachers. At the time, in most public schools new teacher support was equivalent 
to maybe-you-will-get-a-mentor. We envisioned something more comprehensive to 
meet the needs of teachers and sought to create a â€œthird spaceï¿½? providing a 
unique educational resource where pre K-12 teachers can take part in 
community-based professional development of a high quality. We admired 
Prospectâ€™s part in developing teacher research and teacher knowledge over the 
past four decades. We sought to build on that legacy. Now in our fourth year, 
The Teachers' Loft is pleased to continue providing a space for teachers to 
pursue growth as professionals, as learners, as collaborators, and as leaders.<br>
<br>
I wish each of you a wonderful new school year, rich with shared humanity that 
provides each of us the strength and renewal to continue in our loved work.<br>
<br>
Yours truly, <br>
<br>
Paige M. Bray<br>
Executive Director<br>
The Teachersâ€™ Loft<br>
www.teachersloft.org<br>
413.221.0111</p>]]>
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    <title>Tawnya Tiskus. &quot;Affirmations in my Third Year of Teaching&quot;</title>
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        <![CDATA[<p align="center">Affirmations in my Third Year of Teaching<br>
Tawnya Tiskus<br>
Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass.<br>
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<p>Affirmations in my Third Year of Teaching<br>
<br>
After the winter break Matt* looked terrible; he had stitches in his hands and 
the skin over his swollen knuckles was shiny and tight. He didnâ€™t take his 
jacket off the whole class period and never logged into his computer. Our class, 
Career English, comprised of juniors and seniors, was designed for students who 
might not be college bound and is intended to offer skills and resources for a 
world beyond high school. We met in an outdated Mac lab to work on various forms 
of business writing, reflected on personal goals and values and researched 
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During the first quarter, Matt had slipped a lot. He had too many absences to 
pass the class, mostly because he overslept. When in school, and more rested, he 
was sincere in his desire to do well. The fear of failure had worked and heâ€™d 
started coming after school for extra help. He confided in me, â€œI started smokinâ€™ 
too much, you know how I looked every day. Iâ€™ve cut that out. Completely. I want 
to graduate.ï¿½? Quarter 2 had been a huge improvement. Matt often needed 
assistance with assignments â€“ it took him longer to think about his topic and 
longer to get what he wanted down on paper. Then came a major set-back over the 
break, and coupled with that, the Matt hadnâ€™t completed his research paper.<br>
<br>
I think the breaks are difficult for many of our students. I donâ€™t pry into 
their lives but I know from my own reflection that December is one of the 
darkest times of the year. Holidays can be hard for all types of families â€“ our 
relationships with our parents or extended family are challenged by the stress 
of the time period. We might be all thrown together expecting to have a happy 
time, forgetting that we werenâ€™t always satisfied when we did all live under one 
roof. On top of that, we believe that this is the pinnacle of the year. Messages 
in our culture tell us that we should be thankful or jubilant to be part of our 
family circle. Families are complicated; each of us has our own desires and 
goals and the holiday season seems to trample individuality. <br>
<br>
I canâ€™t begin to imagine what itâ€™s like for kids who donâ€™t have strong families 
at home. Usually the week before the winter break there is a rash of physical 
fights. The guidance counselors become overloaded. It gets tough in the school. 
When I was a volunteer for Big Brothers/Big Sisters, a social worker explained 
to me how summer could be stressful for the kids in the program, who are 
typically labeled as â€œat risk.ï¿½? â€œSchool provides structure, and even two meals a 
day for some of these kids. When summer comes, they can fall apart. Theyâ€™re home 
all the time, maybe thereâ€™s no parent watching them, and the neighborhoods donâ€™t 
have safe places for them.<br>
<br>
I donâ€™t know Mattâ€™s whole situation but I know some of it. I know he lives with 
his grandma, and he has for his whole life. Itâ€™s just the two of them and sheâ€™s 
strict. <br>
<br>
â€œIâ€™ll be 18 soon, and I want to move out. I love my gram, but we get on each 
otherâ€™s nerves. My big brother said that I can move in with him.ï¿½? <br>
<br>
â€œHow old is your brother?ï¿½?<br>
<br>
â€œHeâ€™s like 35, but heâ€™s not actually my brother. I call him that because heâ€™s 
always been there for me, like a brother. Heâ€™s helped me out a lot. He was my 
momâ€™s friend.ï¿½?<br>
<br>
â€œWould this be a good place for you? You know, heâ€™d be supportive of you 
finishing school?ï¿½?<br>
<br>
â€œOh yeah, definitely. Heâ€™d kick my ass if I didnâ€™t finish.ï¿½? I worry about this 
possible arrangement because of Mattâ€™s vulnerabilities â€“ not because of his 
brother. Mattâ€™s easily tempted; if heâ€™s not assisted by good influences he could 
fall into trouble with absences, fighting, drugs or alcohol. <br>
<br>
Iâ€™ve now had Matt in three of my classes. The first one was a literature class 
during his sophomore year. It was the spring of my first year as a teacher. The 
previous Fall had had normal ups and downs for a first-year teacher, and I was 
ready to try again with new classes in the spring. I was completely unprepared 
me for that class of sophomores. Although I remembered that I had had Matt that 
year, I wasnâ€™t sure if it was that particular group of students, so I asked him.
<br>
â€œThat wasnâ€™t the class with Yolanda and Michael in it, was it?ï¿½? Matt thought 
about it for a moment. Then he smiled, â€œYeah, it was. That was a crazy class.ï¿½? I 
still feel a bit badly about it. Those were some of my darkest moments as a 
teacher. Yolanda was a whirlwind of emotions and seemed to direct her hatred and 
contempt of authority right towards me. At the time, I really didnâ€™t know what 
to do. She was the girl who needed to be at the center of attention, not 
academically but socially. She was in charge and it was her story for the dayâ€™s 
lesson. In retrospect, I know now some strategies which would have worked 
better. Classroom discipline is all about the hierarchy. In a class with good 
dynamics and a smooth relationship with the teacher, this is unnoticeable. This 
isnâ€™t taught in grad school. Whether we like it or not, our current system of 
classroom discipline is about power, and if the teacher doesnâ€™t appear to have 
any, she gets manipulated by her students and everyone in turn is miserable. <br>
<br>
Thatâ€™s why I regret that class of sophomore literature. I lost control of that 
class early on, and I didnâ€™t even realize Iâ€™d lost the power until it was too 
late. Yolanda eventually dropped the class and the dynamics improved but I 
wonder how much learning actually took place that semester. I suppose most of 
the learning was mine. The next time I have a student like Yolanda, I will 
recognize her. Iâ€™ll see her need for someone who cares about her, and Iâ€™ll know 
that sheâ€™s a student who requires immediate structure. I know enough not to 
blame her for the destruction of our classroom, sheâ€™s just the challenge of the 
moment. The change in environment has to come from me â€“ I am the adult in the 
room, the one who has control, and (sometimes it feels this way) maybe the only 
one who cares at all.<br>
<br>
After Mattâ€™s winter break set-back (the details of which he never completely 
divulged) Matt began coming after school about once per week. One-on-one time 
helped him focus. He was able to ask questions and then get right to work. Class 
time can be less productive, especially since these kinds of classes have a 
similar composition of distractible students. We worked on his research paper, 
step by step, starting with his interest, fire-fighting. <br>
<br>
Once he had note cards on his research, I showed him how to organize them in a 
visual manner, spreading them out on larger, blank sheets of paper. This is a 
technique which came from a reading specialist in our school. We drew boxes 
around them indicating what belonged in each paragraph. I handed him the tape 
dispenser to fix the order. <br>
<br>
â€œSee how it all fits together?ï¿½? He nodded. That would fill one afternoon. As the 
weeks continued, Matt made progress and he finally turned in his paper. Heâ€™d 
learned about his career of choice, the salary ranges as well as the risks and 
rewards. He was even more determined to pursue his goal, and much like the 
arrangement of note cards on the desk, he had a plan.<br>
<br>
â€œIâ€™m going to join the coast guard after high school. I think that discipline 
will be good for me and I can learn how to be a firefighter too. I want to go 
places, do some traveling, but I think I want to settle down too, someday.ï¿½?<br>
<br>
After the fall semester and my classes switched Iâ€™d still think about how Matt 
was doing. I checked in with his new English teacher, gave her some tips for 
helping him. Sometimes Iâ€™d still see Matt in the halls, stopping in to visit 
that new teacher for after-school help. He always says hello to me, smiling 
broadly, his eyes clear. I donâ€™t have to ask. I know heâ€™s going to be ok. </p>]]>
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    <title>Helena Alves. &quot;First Year Foibles in Sharing a Classroom&quot;</title>
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    <summary>First Year Foibles in Sharing a Classroom Helena Alves Westfield High School, Westfield, Mass. Full Text PDF (78kb) First Year Foibles in Sharing a Classroom When I learned I would be sharing a classroom with Jessie Birch (a pseudonym is...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p align="center">First Year Foibles in Sharing a Classroom<br>
Helena Alves<br>
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When I learned I would be sharing a classroom with Jessie Birch (a pseudonym is 
used here) I was more excited than ever to begin my first year of teaching 
English to high school students. I had worked as a substitute teacher and a 
tutor in the school, so I knew of Ms. Birch, although I did not know her 
personally. I liked the fact that she was young, dynamic, creative and hip. 
Students loved her. I often heard them in the hallway calling out, â€œHi Ms. 
Birch!ï¿½? or saw them hanging around her classroom between classes and at the end 
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Even though I was a decade older than Jessie Birch, I felt we had a few things 
in common and could perhaps become good friends. I imagined us sharing lesson 
plans, discussing students, going out for a drink after work, possibly even 
getting together socially for dinner. Teaching was a second career for me and 
very different from my first career as a truck driver. I looked forward to 
having colleagues who would be more intellectual than my former co-workers had 
been. Just being able to claim colleagues instead of co-workers was a thrill.<br>
I had some tentative ideas about how I wanted to decorate my half of the 
classroom. I wanted students to walk into a funky, casual, friendly environment, 
like my own home, with lots of art and interesting objects around the room. I 
thought rather than forcing students to sit traditionally at desks, I could 
bring in a rug, some cushions, maybe even a couch or two. Although this was high 
school, not kindergarten I thought the students might enjoy sprawling sometimes 
while they read. In kindergarten and elementary school, students are encouraged 
to feel comfortable and enjoy learning. By high school, they are expected to 
knuckle down and sit quietly. I had fond memories of reading circles in middle 
school, and I prefer to read splayed across a couch. There wasnâ€™t much room for 
couches, but I thought I could make a reading area on a carpet in a corner of 
the classroom with cushions and cozy reading lamps.<br>
<br>
On the first day of school for new teachers, I painstakingly hauled an old, 
oriental carpet and some cushions up to my second-floor classroom. There was no 
air conditioning, and the windows looked out on an airless courtyard. It was 
hot! Jessie didnâ€™t have to be at school until the next day, since she was not a 
new teacher. I wanted to consult her--it was her classroom after all--before I 
arranged anything. I left everything in a heap in the corner. I couldnâ€™t wait 
for the next day to see her and talk with her. I had trouble sleeping that 
night, because I was so filled with anticipation and ideas for my first week of 
teaching. <br>
<br>
The next day was full of meetings, and I barely saw Jessie until the end of the 
day. There was little time to spend in our classrooms. I hurried to room 222, 
anxious to learn what Jessie thought of my plans. She was busy at her desk and 
greeted me coolly as I arrived. It was another blistering day, and we were all 
feeling stressed about the next day, when students would begin a new school 
year. <br>
<br>
â€œHi Jessie, Iâ€™m Helena,ï¿½? I chirped, merrily.<br>
<br>
â€œHi Helena.ï¿½? Her weak smile disappeared as she pointed to my pile of carpet and 
pillows. â€œWhatâ€™s that?ï¿½? She asked. I told her of my idea to create a relaxing 
reading space. She didnâ€™t offer any sign of encouragement as I rattled on 
nervously about sprawling while reading. My enthusiastic description faltered 
and I asked, <br>
â€œWhat do you think?ï¿½? <br>
<br>
She replied, â€œI think the administration may take exception to your idea. The 
carpet and pillows will be deemed a fire hazard, and personally, I have a 
serious problem with allergies. I think the dust and fibers will irritate my 
sinuses.ï¿½? <br>
<br>
My heart sank, but I certainly did not want to make Jessie uncomfortable. I 
promised to remove the offensive furnishings right away. I stayed at school late 
after lugging everything back down to my car. Jessie did not stay long. By the 
time I came back to the classroom, she was packing up and preparing to head 
home. She wished me luck and left before I could ask her any of the many 
questions I had about classroom procedure. I was determined not to be unnerved 
by her attitude. We all felt pressured, and I was sure that someday we would 
laugh about our first classroom interaction. <br>
<br>
Well, we never laughed about that or much of anything. I donâ€™t know why. Perhaps 
Jessie resented having to share a classroom with a new teacher. Perhaps she felt 
her style was cramped by having me around. Perhaps she was just unhappy about 
her job in general, and I was the nearest scapegoat. At any rate, it was a rough 
year. Nothing I did pleased her. I learned to not bring anything that was not 
completely sterile into the classroom. As Jessie pointed out, there were 
probably students who suffered from allergies as well, so I was doing everyone a 
favor by leaving my birdsâ€™ nests and dusty, old books at home. <br>
<br>
Jessie left at mid-term to pursue teaching at the college level. Lisa, who 
replaced her, became the friend Jessie had never been. Lisa and I laughed and 
cried about our students. We supported one another professionally with materials 
and advice. We spent time outside of school, skiing, horseback riding and 
hiking. We were both new teachers and shared our triumphs and failures. It took 
longer to have a close relationship with a colleague than I had originally 
hoped. Both Jessie and Lisa have moved on into new career paths, but Lisa and I 
remain friends.<br>
<br>
I learned some important lessons from Jessie. Some people are just not meant to 
be friends, just as some students will not like every teacher (or any teacher!). 
Some people have too little in common to ever connect on any level. In fact, I 
learned of a few students who did not like Ms. Birch, contrary to my initial 
impression of her as everyoneâ€™s favorite teacher. I became less sensitive to 
rejection and more aware of othersâ€™ discomforts or discontent. My time spent 
sharing a classroom with Jessie helped me to become more observant of others and 
more compassionate. I still wish Jessie and I could have been friends, but I 
understand that not everyone will share my enthusiasms. I now have my own 
classroom, without rugs or cushions, but with an acceptance of every 
individualâ€™s right to be comfortable. Rather than decorating with material 
objects, I chose to paint fanciful clouds and birds on my classroom walls. I 
display various student projects, and in spite of possible allergic reactions, I 
have book cases full of old books ranged around the room. I have learned to be 
sensitive to the needs of everyone around me, while still maintaining my 
individuality and creativity. Itâ€™s not always an easy row to hoe, but Iâ€™ve found 
that the rewards, such as enthusiastic students and colleagues, a sense of 
helping people in a meaningful way, and a furthering of my own learning, are 
worth the effort.</p>]]>
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    <title>Robin Sanders. &quot;Lost Boy&quot;</title>
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<br>
In Peter Pan, the lost boys enjoy living in Neverland, but eventually, the story 
goes, they all grow up. They go to their offices â€œeach carrying a little bag and 
an umbrella.ï¿½? One became an engine-driver; one â€œmarried a lady of title, and so 
he became a lord.ï¿½? One â€œdoesnâ€™t know any story to tell his children.ï¿½? Theyâ€™re 
not lost any more (or at least not in the same way) except for Peter himself, 
whose innocence and forgetfulness can only represent the lost part of all of us.<br>
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The lost boys, when they lived with Peter, enjoyed the cave and fighting with 
the pirates. It wasnâ€™t so bad to be lost. But what if a boy was really lost? 
Instead of living in a jolly underground cave, being sprinkled with fairy dust 
that enables him to fly, what if he looked like this:<br>
<br>
He sat alone at his desk, and I say alone, because although each student has his 
own space, for this student it was as if he was encased in a bubble. He talked 
to no one. He passed no notes. He made no eye contact. Occasionally, another 
student would say something to him. Once a student complimented him on a drawing 
he had done, and the boy just smiled, a little, tiny, barely-there smile with a 
hint of superiority. He said nothing. Soon students started to talk about him as 
if he wasnâ€™t there, although they said nothing cruel. It was as if he was 
floating out on a lake somewhere while the rest of the class stood on the shore.
<br>
<br>
He usually wore the same clothes, mostly black or sometimes the same yellow 
sports jersey, over and over. He was pale, but not unhealthy looking. In class, 
heâ€™d draw sometimes, but drawing did not connect him to anyone. He turned in no 
homework, no projects, no papers. I'll call him Bartleby. Like Herman Melville's 
Bartleby, he would 'prefer not to.' He passively resisted any engagement or 
activity.. Occasionally, heâ€™d put a few answers on a test or quiz. His grade was 
about 6% and he didnâ€™t seem to mind. I tried talking to him; I urged him to try, 
I asked him if anything was wrong. This was met with monosyllables and minimal 
head motions. He was repeating the class. I went to his other teachers and asked 
them what they thought. They said he was probably just biding his time until he 
turned 16, and then heâ€™d drop out. <br>
<br>
One day, I thought I might be able to spark his interest. I guess I didâ€¦in a 
way.<br>
<br>
The assignment was creative writing. We had just finished reading a portion of 
the Odyssey. I asked the students to write an extra adventure for Odysseus. The 
only requirement was that he had to triumph over an obstacle. That was it. Most 
kids came up with Odyssey-derived adventures with monsters or seductive 
enchantresses. One person had Odysseus battling alien invaders. I saw Bartleby 
pick up his pencil and begin writing in his notebook. (Now that Iâ€™m thinking 
about it again, Iâ€™m surprised he brought his notebook to class, but he did, 
every day.) I thought â€œWow! Maybe thatâ€™s it. Creative writing is the thing that 
will motivate him!ï¿½? I watched, amazed, as he filled page after page with small, 
neat, faint writing. I was so excited. I couldnâ€™t wait to read his story. 
Finally, I thought, Iâ€™ve done something right for this kid. <br>
<br>
The other kids handed me their stories, but Bartleby didnâ€™t. I walked over to 
his desk and asked him for it. He carefully ripped it out of his notebook and 
handed it to me, that same seldom-seen little smile on his face. <br>
<br>
The following period was my planning time, and the first thing I did was read 
his story. <br>
<br>
In this story, Odysseus was a soldier equipped with modern weaponry. He 
encountered a variety of obstacles, all of which he blew away in a hail of 
blood, brains, and intestines. Cows harmlessly chewing grass in a field mooed in 
agony when this Odysseus was done with them; innocent civilians were strangled 
with their own guts. And these are only the parts I can remember three years 
later. Of course, the Odyssey itself is quite violent; in class, we had read the 
part about the Cyclops, which includes a line about the eyeball hissing and 
steaming when Odysseus and his crew shove a spike into it. That part always 
elicits cries of disgust from at least a couple of students. But I found 
Bartlebyâ€™s story disturbingly graphic nonetheless. I took it to his guidance 
counselor, who agreed with me that it was disturbing. I told her about his 
general demeanor and that I was worried about him. She said that since the story 
did follow the assignment and didnâ€™t threaten harm to the student who wrote it 
or anyone else, there was really nothing to be done, but she agreed to talk to 
him. She said she thought he had an unstable home life. When she called him in, 
she told me later, he barely responded to anything she said. <br>
<br>
Life went on as usual for Bartleby in class. Around February, he stopped coming. 
Apparently, he had just turned sixteen. <br>
<br>
I still wonder about this student, this enigma, and it makes me think about the 
limits of my profession. Now that Iâ€™m sitting here, writing about him, I still 
have more questions than answers. What was he like when he was younger? Why did 
he bring the notebook to class every day when he didnâ€™t seem to care about 
school? Was it to stop any teacher from hassling him for not having a notebook? 
Was it a refuge to draw and write in? What did he think of the other kids? Why 
did he write that story? Was it to shock me? Or was it just what he felt like 
writing? Was it like video-game fan fiction for him? What is he doing now? Is he 
happy? Maybe I'm wrong to think of him as lost. Maybe he knew exactly where he 
was going<br>
<br>
It leads me to other questions too: was it naÃ¯ve of me to be disturbed by the 
story? Was there something else I should have tried to do for him? How can 
school be changed to better serve all students? I look around at my other 
students, and I observe that school requires a level of conformity; if youâ€™re 
reasonably well-adjusted already, school will be okay for you. If youâ€™re 
notâ€¦well, you get lost. </p>]]>
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    <title>Kate Stephens. &quot;Images of Teaching&quot;</title>
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Kate Stephens<br>
Norris Elementary School <br>
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<p>Image: A Blanketed Seed<br>
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A brand new teacher finds herself suddenly alone with a classroom full of kids 
and an awesome responsibility. She begins, slowly, to piece together how to do 
her job, to make sense of her new role. She must feel her way along that first 
year, as though making her way down a long passageway blindfolded. Along the 
way, many stressors and burdens present themselves. She makes mistakes. Some 
have implications that end up being more important or less important than she'd 
expected. As uncertainty and confusion build, underneath it all she has her 
reason for being there. It is clear and perfectly smooth. It is the seed for her 
life as a teacher. That first year, layer after colorful layer of questions and 
problems blanket her seed, her reason for being there. At times, she feels 
overwhelmed, buried in unresolved issues, frustration and dissatisfaction in her 
own work. But as the layers pile on, she grows slowly savvy to them, and the 
strength of her clear, smooth protected seed carries her through.<br>
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<p align="left">Image: Graph of Energy and Attitudes<br>
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Three years after her first day of teaching, a special education teacher grew 
aware with surprise of the range of kinds of days she had. Some days she was the 
teacher she wanted to be, feeling proud and rewarded with each encounter she had 
with her students. She knew she was in the right place. Other days, she had 
little energy, and she knew before her students even arrived that she was â€œoffï¿½? 
and would be waiting for 3:00 to come all day long. On these days, she felt like 
a failure, a fraud. She looked for patterns and explanations for such extreme 
variations. There were so many factors to consider that it was difficult to 
point to any one reason for her feelings. She could map the variations of energy 
and variations of her personal attitudes she had towards her work and towards 
her existence as a teacher. The lines were jagged, almost frantically bouncing 
up and down. She wondered if they would ever plateau at a nice height.</p>]]>
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    <title>Jessica Howard. &quot;Making and Remaking Schools&quot;</title>
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        <![CDATA[<p align="center">Making and Remaking Schools<br>
Jessica Howard<br>
Hiland Hall School, Bennington, Vermont<br>
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<p>My name is Jessica Howard and I am the founding principal and teacher of a 
small school in southern Vermont. Sort of sounds familiar, doesnâ€™t it? It is 
called the Hiland Hall School. Hiland Hall was a governor of Vermont in 1860 and 
I really like him. When Prospect School closed in 1991 and some of us wanted to 
open another school, I decided to name the school after Hiland Hall so I can 
talk about him sometimes. But not today.<br>
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Weâ€™ve been a school since 1991. When I say small, I mean really small, 27 
children ages 5 to 14 and me and another teacher, and a LOT of other grownups 
about the building. When we started the school our mission was to join with 
families in the liberation of the full capacity of the children entrusted to us, 
intellectually, socially, emotionally, physically and aesthetically. And we try. 
What I want to share with you today is a little bit of the underpinnings of why 
we do what we do. It will be familiar to you. We founded ourselves on Prospectâ€™s 
understandings of what it is to be human. Then I want to tell you a little bit 
about how the day is structured, then two stories that illustrate the way a 
living organism grows and changes. As an independent school we are not subject 
to all the pressures and difficulties that most of you are subject to. We donâ€™t 
have to do standardized testing. Our students leave us to go into high school 
(or earlier). The high schools pretty much accept our evaluation of how our 
students have done. <br>
<br>
But itâ€™s not as if the school doesnâ€™t grow and change every day, every year, 
regardless of what pressures we do or donâ€™t have. I was thinking of something 
that both of my colleagues have said: The day the school doesnâ€™t change and the 
day I donâ€™t learn something is the day I retire. Iâ€™ve been teaching for 40 years 
now and Iâ€™ve never gone through a year that I didnâ€™t do something differently or 
a whole theme didnâ€™t emerge that was completely different. Thatâ€™s because the 
children are always different. If you are responding to the children then you 
are always making and remaking your school.<br>
<br>
One of the deepest fundamentals of this institution (It used to be a 
proposition. It isnâ€™t a proposition any more; it is a fact to me; it is 
something utterly proven): that you can TRUST human beings to learn. YOU donâ€™t 
have to worry about whether theyâ€™re learning. We come into the world thinking, 
able to think, able to question, able to explore, able to invent, able to make 
and do. So, I have time. My students have time. Thatâ€™s the gift we have as an 
independent school. I donâ€™t have to hurry. I have anywhere from five to eight 
years with my students. Itâ€™s wonderful to be able to wait and itâ€™s wonderful to 
be able to know that they have time. They know they have time, too. I can trust 
them to be learning, and I can trust all of us adults to be learning, too. <br>
<br>
On the other hand, thereâ€™s an IF. You do your best work and you do your best 
learning if you are in a safe comfortable environment that allows you to take 
risks. To me, that â€œIFï¿½? side has to do with what human beings donâ€™t come into 
the world already knowing, which is how to be civilized. Civilized behavior is 
the behavior that you learned because you lived in the City, not in the Tribe. 
You didnâ€™t live in the tribe any more. You had to now not be with familiar 
others but with strange others, with the stranger in your midst, so you had to 
learn to make everybody safe. â€œCivilï¿½? comes from the Greek word for city. Itâ€™s 
your city behaviors. That is different from group to group. Thatâ€™s culture. 
Thatâ€™s what you need to be very firmly teaching: good manners.<br>
<br>
On the one hand I like to think of the school as offering my students as large 
an intellectual choice as I possibly can, and on the other, very strong 
standards for how we treat each other. Mutual respect, open-mindedness, 
acceptance: those are things that have to be articulated, laid out, taught, 
insisted on. And if you donâ€™t, youâ€™re IN TROUBLE. (What does â€œin troubleï¿½? mean? 
You have to go talk to Jessica!) The other issue with any school is, you have to 
interface with the culture. Weâ€™re the bridge between the individual child and 
the rest of the world that is going to be their world. We have obligations to 
teach certain fields of study, certain skills.<br>
<br>
I want to give you a sense of what our day is like and what our space is like. 
We have school in a huge space, 50 feet by 100, plus a medium-sized addendum for 
our middle school group. Itâ€™s not wide open. Itâ€™s full of dividers that were 
there when we moved in. It was an old dress shop. The dividers are big wooden 
clothes racks. Theyâ€™re neat, quite tall; you canâ€™t see from one end of the space 
to the other. The space is divided into three or four large areas. Thereâ€™s a big 
block area, a sand table, two big open meeting spaces, and a really big open 
space at the far end where kids can do dramatic play and play games â€“ itâ€™s quite 
lively. Our middle school space is also quite a big space, with all the kinds of 
things that you would need.<br>
<br>
We sometimes run the whole school as a single group, all through the mornings. 
In the afternoons we split. Middle School has a set of programs of its own, and 
the elementary group also has a set of programs of its own.<br>
<br>
We always start the day with a morning meeting. Everybody comes. Our parents 
often come; siblings often come. We start it in French, because French is the 
language we teach. We go, â€œBonjour, mes amis.ï¿½? â€œBonjour, Jessica.ï¿½? â€œComment ca 
va?ï¿½? Then we have news and treasures. I love the way the parents get into that. 
They also come to morning meeting when they have news to share or a treasure to 
share. It gets to be a nice large group. <br>
<br>
Then we always, always have Activity Time. Itâ€™s pretty sacrosanct. (Sometimes we 
do something called â€œflipping the day.ï¿½? If something interesting is happening in 
the morning or we need to do something, we have Activity Time in the afternoon.) 
Activity Time is the time when children have maximum choice of the things theyâ€™d 
like to do, when they carry out big projects. The baseline materials are always 
there: sand, paint, blocks, sewing, beading, yarn, big blocks, dramatic play, 
drawingâ€¦. <br>
<br>
At the end of Activity Time we have snack, and then we have a half an hour of 
what we call Quiet Reading, which is when I teach reading, if I need to. At that 
period a lot of other things happen which are all around reading.<br>
<br>
Then the last third of the morning alternates between French and math (twice a 
week we do French, three times a week we do math). We split the children into 
different kinds of groupings for both of those two activities. I have a lot of 
people who come in at the end of the morning to help out with the math program. 
Itâ€™s a very labor-intensive time of the day. <br>
<br>
Then we have lunch and outside time, a very important time, as you all know. 
Very elaborate rituals around lunch have emerged, like who gets to use the 
microwave and how do we choose the game to play outside, and whose birthday is 
it. Birthdays have also become a fairly elaborate ritual -- so interesting how 
things change!<br>
<br>
The afternoon period is split between a whole variety of activities, what I 
think of as studies and content material â€“ spelling, writing and drawing, 
geography, or whatever weâ€™re studying. I as the teacher have chosen a strand for 
this year that Iâ€™m calling Explorers, which I picked because of some questions 
that got raised last year. The children also all choose things to study. <br>
<br>
The end of the day is clean-up, and both groups read aloud. Middle School has 
their read aloud and I read aloud to my guys. The day ends at quarter to three.
<br>
<br>
We do field trips. Theyâ€™re harder than they used to be. We have to get cars. The 
changing standards around car seats have made this very difficult. We do 
interrupt our day for other kinds of activities. We have a lot of people who 
come in and out and offer different kinds of support at different times. <br>
<br>
We do narrative assessments of our students. We write parent reports twice a 
year. Those are major productions. Itâ€™s a major source of staff development. We 
keep narrative records every week. Twice a year we write narrative reports to 
our families about studentsâ€™ progress. Itâ€™s not that we donâ€™t evaluate. Of 
course we evaluate. But we do it based on our observations of the childrenâ€™s 
work as well as our observations of the studentsâ€™ activities in class. Those 
parent reports, which are often two-and-a-half pages single-spaced, typed, 
become treasured artifacts for families. They hang onto them. Iâ€™ve had families 
come back to say their children who are now 30 or 35 still read those parent 
reports and still are astounded to recognize themselves in the reports. Even 
when youâ€™re writing about a 5- or 6-year-old, people are themselves. People are 
continuous with themselves, and itâ€™s astounding how much you can tell.<br>
<br>
I want to tell a story about something we call Independent Studies. It 
illustrates how things change and how they stay the same. We have this 
expectation that students will do what we call Independent Studies. That doesnâ€™t 
mean that they do them by themselves. It means that the topic that they picked 
is independent of any other topic we happen to be studying. It emerged as a 
specific, laid-out, expected way to do things, out of some earlier work that we 
did. If we were studying something like Animals, everybody would pick an animal 
they were interested in and do independent work on that animal. One year I just 
said, â€œWell, what would you like to study?ï¿½? They all picked different things. 
Itâ€™s very complicated to do. Kids pick topics for which there is no appropriate 
material for their age. But if youâ€™ve offered this to them, you have to give it 
to them. So then you have to go find material and a grownup to read it and to 
help them figure out how to absorb what theyâ€™re doing and to do a project, do 
some way of saying back to you what theyâ€™ve learned, and presenting to their 
colleagues. Well, it was very popular. I didnâ€™t even bother to start with a 
theme. â€œWhat are you all going to study?ï¿½? Whatâ€™s interesting is, they make their 
choices, then you as the teacher have to find a way to weave them all together, 
which you can do. In the end everybodyâ€™s learning about everybodyâ€™s study. We 
set up an expectation that you would share, so that every two or three weeks you 
have a big go-round and people would indicate what new things they had 
discovered about their study. I used to chart it. Some years I do and some years 
I donâ€™t (depending on how busy I am). It isnâ€™t very tidy. Grownups like 
everything to fit together. Itâ€™s nice when you can make a tree and you can show 
everybody studied Boats â€“ you have this great tree and grownups come into your 
classroom and say, â€œOh, thatâ€™s cool!ï¿½? But life isnâ€™t always like that, so 
Independent Studies are a little ragged. If you donâ€™t know whatâ€™s going on, you 
come in and say, â€œWhy is someone studying Volcanoes and someone else is studying 
Ancient Egypt. This doesnâ€™t make any sense. How on earth do you work it all 
together?ï¿½?<br>
<br>
Last year I made this dreadful mistake. The year before I realized we hadnâ€™t 
studied much about Native American cultures recently and they didnâ€™t understand 
that there was a major error in a publication we received. The State of Vermont 
sends us a nice little booklet about maple syrup making every year. Itâ€™s full of 
cute little things, including a story that said probably maple syrup was 
discovered by the Iroquois. On the cover of this thing, thereâ€™s a teepee. I was 
appalled. I said to the kids, â€œWhatâ€™s wrong with this picture?ï¿½? and they didnâ€™t 
know. So I thought, â€œUh oh, next year I need to do some expansive work with 
Native American cultures.ï¿½? I thought, this is a big topic, they can pick their 
study from Native American studies. After all, thereâ€™s a huge range. You can do 
foods, you can do clothing, you can do the history of a people. You can do all 
kinds of exciting things. Theyâ€™re polite kids. They were really nice about it. 
It was a serious error because theyâ€™d gotten so used to the world being theirs 
for their choice. Theyâ€™d gotten so used to how wonderful it felt, to think about 
the range of choice -- you could study anything. They talked about it all 
summer, apparently. They would start planning in the previous May what they were 
going to study the next year. <br>
<br>
So they did it, but it didnâ€™t have any pizzazz. One or two kids said they liked 
it because they often have trouble making that wide choice. They liked me 
narrowing it down for them. But most of them were really annoyed. I donâ€™t do 
that any more. Iâ€™ve gone back to the Teacher Choice strand and then they get to 
pick anything they like. Those studies are emerging. We donâ€™t usually pick them 
in September. We usually do some forms of other studies in September to get 
people warmed up. Theyâ€™ll be well launched into their Independent Studies by 
December. Weâ€™ll spend the rest of the year fiddling around with those in various 
ways. Thatâ€™s how something inadvertent that I started one year, the kids grabbed 
it. The more choice you give them, the more choice they want, and the more 
invested they are. That was what I noticed about the Native American Studies. 
They were great topics, but they didnâ€™t have that same investment and they 
didnâ€™t work with the same power as they will over the stuff theyâ€™re going to be 
doing. Right now they are studying different countries that their forebears came 
from. Theyâ€™re also pretty invested in that. That grew out of something we did 
last year.<br>
<br>
The other story is the Thanksgiving story. It goes way back to Prospect. I love 
thinking about it because I love knowing how far back a story can go and how an 
event that holds a community together can change and grow and keep shifting and 
yet always have its root back there somewhere in the beginning. A long time ago 
there was a teacher at Prospect named Ron L. He was teaching 5-to-7â€™s and I was 
teaching East Group (7â€™s to 9â€™s or 10â€™s). He was doing a unit on Pilgrims. In an 
effort to be activity-based, the last day of school he was cooking a few turkey 
legs in an electric fry pan he had at school. He opened a can of corn, and maybe 
somebody made a pie. Because of the way Prospect was set up, people were always 
traveling through each otherâ€™s classrooms. There was no such thing as privacy. 
You could smell the turkey legs. This was an old house â€“ the smells of things 
would go all the way up and down. My kids said to me, â€œWhy canâ€™t we do that?ï¿½? I 
said, â€œWell, we can. Just remind me next year.ï¿½? (The multiage grouping is 
absolutely another gift of time. You donâ€™t have to spend months and months 
trying to get to know your kids, and they donâ€™t have to spend months and months 
trying to get to know you. The new ones get tucked in like that [finger snap].) 
The next year they set out about it. Well, Iâ€™m a good cook, and we had a kitchen 
at school. I wasnâ€™t going to settle for a couple of turkey legs. We roasted a 
whole turkey and we made pies and we probably made stuffing. We had been doing 
other big lunches. We used to do East Group hot lunches and we would invite 
other people in the building to come to our events. So we did. By the third 
year, Allisonâ€™s group joined in. We all did. (There was one Thanksgiving where 
the roads were horrible. We were afraid we werenâ€™t going to get there with the 
turkey.) By the time weâ€™d gotten this event under way, it was feeding all the 
kids and all the staff in the building. We moved every table into the Big Room 
and set up this huge to-do, up to 75 or 80 people. Parents would come and help.<br>
<br>
When we started Hiland Hall School we were tiny. It was 15 kids (12 families) 
and me. It was a wrench. We wanted to preserve as much of the continuity as we 
could. We got close to this time of year and we didnâ€™t have a kitchen yet. They 
said, â€œHow about it? Are we going to do our Thanksgiving dinner or not?ï¿½? I said, 
â€œWell, sure,ï¿½? so we did. It was tiny. It was so different from the way it had 
been, but we did it. Somebody had to cook the turkey out of the building. We had 
to make the pies on Monday and they all had to go home uncooked and come back. 
It was quite a juggling act, but it was established as a really important 
community event. So it grew. We are back up to 80 people, but itâ€™s different. 
Obviously we donâ€™t have that number of children â€“ we only have 27 children. 
Whatâ€™s happened is itâ€™s become a complete community-family event. Every child 
has at least one family member, if not two, three, or four. They invite their 
grandparents and cousins. The cooking has become astounding. We cook a turkey. 
Two other people cook turkeys. The kids cook pies, stuffing, mashed potatoes 
(and we use ricers â€“ I have quite a collection of ricers now!), cranberry sauce. 
Parents bring side dishes. Itâ€™s become, again, a tradition. People look forward 
to each otherâ€™s dishes. We move every table in the school to the far end and set 
up this big U.<br>
<br>
Another thing that has emerged has been the need for place cards. If you donâ€™t 
have place cards, kids clump, and itâ€™s not a clumping time, itâ€™s a time when 
weâ€™re having guests and we need to recognize we have guests, and also, parents 
want to sit with their kids. Over the years, the kids have laid claim to place 
cards as a chance to do the most incredible graphic work. The place cards are 
little and they are absolutely exquisite. Itâ€™s amazing how traditions get 
started. I was thinking of that when Pat was talking about sewing. Itâ€™s a 
culture. People now know, â€œDonâ€™t write the name in yellow. It will never show 
up.ï¿½? It used to be, middle school did the place cards and then the other kids 
grumbled, why couldnâ€™t they do theirs for their own families? Why not? So now we 
have this elaborate system which I donâ€™t have anything to do with â€“ the kids do 
it. I have a lot of kids who can organize. They can take over the whole school, 
and they do, sometimes. They have this system set up so they go around and ask 
each person, â€œAre you doing yours? How many do you have? Who wants to do 
extras?ï¿½? Then they apportion all the extras out so everybody has a fair turn to 
do the cards. The place setting has become a part of the tradition.<br>
<br>
The other thing thatâ€™s emerging: we now have a growing interest in middle school 
for doing extra cooking projects that are reflective of the vegetables native to 
America. Itâ€™s fascinating to me to listen to parents talking about it. We have a 
huge family involvement at school. Iâ€™ll bring it up, and then Iâ€™ll hear people 
saying to new parents, â€œOh, you have to come â€“ this is an amazing event!ï¿½? It is. 
We have to move every table and chair. We also have this fairly well-worn path 
now, of how this works. You can imagine the cleanup. Parents always think they 
should help. Itâ€™s great if they wash dishes. But they have absolutely no idea of 
how to put the classroom back together. They keep trying to do it, and I have to 
be very clear with them: â€œDonâ€™t Touch It.ï¿½? We have a system. The youngest kids 
clear the tables. The intermediate kids help with the food. And middle school 
puts the school back together. They can do it in 15 minutes. They know where 
every table goes, where every chair goes and how itâ€™s set up.<br>
<br>
Schools make and remake themselves all the time over long periods of time. Itâ€™s 
interesting to me that all three of these schools are at least 13, 14, 15 years 
old and are absolutely not the same as they were when they started. What stays 
the same is whatâ€™s deep, the principles upon which you found yourself. What 
changes is how you go about it because youâ€™re paying attention all the time to 
the children. The children are taking it away from you whenever they can and 
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Helen Martin<br>
The Ark Community Charter School, Troy, N.Y.<br>
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Muscota New School, New York, N.Y.<br>
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Gill Maimon<br>
Powel School, Philadelphia, Pa.<br>
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    <summary>25(e) Editors&apos; Note Full Text PDF (58kb) Editorsâ€™ Note: At the Prospect Fall Conference last November, four teachers spoke about â€œMaking and Remaking Schools.â€? In this issue of The Prospect Review we present excerpts from three of the teachers: 1....</summary>
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<p>Editorsâ€™ Note: </p>
<p>At the Prospect Fall Conference last November, four teachers spoke about 
â€œMaking and Remaking Schools.â€? In this issue of <i>The Prospect Review</i> we 
present excerpts from three of the teachers:</p>
<p>1. Helen Martin, from The Ark Community School, Troy, New York</p>
<p>2. Louisa Cruz-Acosta from the Muscota New School, New York City</p>
<p>3. Gillian Maimon, from the Powel School, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania</p>
<p>Jessica Howardâ€™s remarks about The Hiland Hall School, Bennington, Vermont, 
will appear in a forthcoming issue of The Prospect Review. We are also looking 
forward to publishing articles by members of The Teachers Loft in Western 
Massachusetts.</p>
<p>Also in this issue we bring you a list 
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    <title>Helen Martin. &quot;Making and Remaking Schools&quot; Panel Introduction</title>
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    <summary><![CDATA[&quot;Making and Remaking Schools&quot; Panel Introduction Helen Martin The Ark Community Charter School, Troy, N.Y. Full Text PDF (60kb) I am speaking here only to introduce. You donâ€™t want to hear the trials of working in a charter school, which...]]></summary>
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        <![CDATA[<p align="center">&quot;Making and Remaking Schools&quot; Panel Introduction<br>
Helen Martin<br>
The Ark Community Charter School, Troy, N.Y.<br>
<a href="http://review.prospectcenter.org/docs/25e/2martin.pdf">Full Text PDF 
(60kb)</a></p>
<p>I am speaking here only to introduce. You donâ€™t want to hear the trials of 
working in a charter school, which of course is a model of accountability, which 
means that no matter what you do, if your test scores are not good, you can look 
at not having a school. Weâ€™ve just gone through our fifth year review. 
Fortunately the test scores did go up last year, so weâ€™re starting to show a 
â€œtrend.â€? It needs to be a trend for us to continue.</p>

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        <![CDATA[<p>I did want to share with you what we heard from Mr. James Merriman, who is 
the head of the Charter School Institute, the overseeing group that works for 
SUNY Board of Trustees that decides whether or not we get to be a school. He 
read to us our mission statement, which was written by Taeko Onishi and our 
great friend Jay Murnane. </p>
<p>â€œThe Ark Community Charter Schoolâ€™s continuing mission is to create within 
the City of Troy a community that fosters the academic, social and spiritual 
growth of our members in an environment that is both supportive and challenging. 
In this community everyone is celebrated, respected and heard. All are 
intellectually engaged, socially concerned, ethically responsible, and 
culturally open minded.â€?</p>
<p>Much of this is perhaps immeasurable. Yet it was recognized that most of this 
mission has been achieved. It was obvious visiting the school and spending a few 
days there that everyone is socially concerned, ethically responsible, 
culturally open minded, that</p>
<p>we have fostered social and spiritual growth, and that our children feel 
happy and safe. This though immeasurable is obvious: the atmosphere in the 
building, the way the children feel. From the beginning they have said this to 
us, that we have created a loving, comforting environment for our children where 
they feel safe and protected.</p>
<p>And yet none of that seems to matter. In the current political world what 
matters is academic success, something that some people believe is measurable by 
standardized tests, and that we will be giving these tests to younger and 
younger children.</p>
<p>You donâ€™t want to hear the rest of this tale. [Itâ€™s enough] to know that 
Liliana and I and some of our other colleagues strive to keep our school alive 
and well -- a place where our children can explore and think and learn through 
their own interests, to be celebrated for whom they are -- as much as we can, 
within a continually restrictive environment.</p>]]>
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