New Terrain

Jessica Shyu, who taught special education for two years at an American Indian reservation school in New Mexico, is a program director for Teach For America in Washington, D.C., where she supports and trains TFA teachers. In this blog, Jessica will write about the lives of new teachers in today's schools, exploring their practice, experiences, and career challenges and opportunities. Opinions expressed in the blog are Jessica's own and do not represent the views of Teach for America or teachermagazine.org.

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February 27, 2008

Make up work

Dear Readers,

My great apologies for not having posted for more than a week and not posting much today. It's the start of testing season for teachers in Texas and since my work schedule follows much of theirs, it's a whirlwind for me as well. There have been some awesome comments written on the blog that I can't wait to respond to. Please use this blog as a place to foster dialogue, especially around closing the achievement gap and the work of new teachers. I'll be posting new (a lot of) content by this Friday so please stay tuned.

In the meantime, check out The New York Times article on teenagers' (lack of) knowledge of world history.

"Fewer than half of American teenagers who were asked basic history and literature questions in a phone survey knew when the Civil War was fought, and one in four said Columbus sailed to the New World some time after 1750, not in 1492."

“The nation’s education system has become obsessed with testing and basic skills because of the requirements of federal law, and that is not healthy,” Ms. Cortese and Dr. Ravitch said.

I specifically support the Social Studies content in the Rio Grande Valley. We DO focus on basic social studies skills such as map reading, database analysis, and passage comprehension. Teachers are required to teach the content, of course, but I emphasize to them to use it as a vehicle to teach the skills. Is that wrong? To me, that's a major foundation in social studies. I admit, I didn't know the exact date the Civil War began (1861), but I sure had the skills to research it at a moment's notice (Wikipedia).

Our students, from 6th to 12th grade, are coming into class not knowing how to construct a bar graph or interpret a flow chart. To me, teaching students social studies skills at the highest level should be more a priority than memorizing history facts. But maybe I'm just lowering the bar for these students? Maybe they should be memorizing these facts?

February 18, 2008

Choking game

At least 82 kids DIED from PLAYING the "choking game" over the past 12 years.

That many children between 6 and 19 years old died from ENTERTAINING themselves with things we CANNOT limit, remove or ban from them. They caused their own deaths not necessarily because they wanted to, but because they wanted to get a "high."

Among the many mind-boggling things to me about this is that we know so little about it. As a young, friendly and fun teacher, I thought I had a fairly strong pulse on student culture at the boarding school I taught at in New Mexico. I wasn't so far removed from their age to remember and recognize the dangerous and reckless things that intrigued teens. What I didn't know about was this so-called "choking game," a new fad around the dorm. When playing the "choking game," also known as "pass out," "space monkey," and "blackout," the person strangles themselves to get an artificial high.

"In the game, children use dog leashes or bungee cords wrapped around their necks or other means to temporarily cut blood flow to their head. The goal is a dreamlike, floating-in-space feeling when blood rushes back into the brain," writesThe New York Times.

According to the article, up to 20 percent of teens and preteens play the "game" and the death count is likely low-balling it. That's why it's so outrageous that we don't know about this more. The CDC only began keeping track of the issue last year. Most adults don't know about it, I'm sure. I didn't even address the issue until my second year with my students, and by then, no doubt a number of them had tried the "game."

"CDC officials urged parents to be aware the fad exists, and to watch for possible warning signs like bloodshot eyes, marks on the neck, frequent and severe headaches, disorientation after spending time alone, and ropes, scarves or belts tied to bedroom furniture or doorknobs or found knotted on the floor."

Many of the children who died from the choking game were described as bright, athletic students who apparently were intrigued by a method of getting high that doesn't involve drugs or alcohol, he said.

They watch it on YouTube, or hear about it in school or at summer camp, said Sharron Grant, a Canadian woman who was a founder of an advocacy group called Games Adolescents Shouldn't Play (GASP)."

February 14, 2008

Uprooted partners

This is an eleventh-hour Valentine to the husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, children and others who adjust their plans so we may fulfill ours. This is a shout-out to my beloved.

Education has its share of drawbacks. But educators are blessed with a profession that they can fulfill in any community; rural, urban, low-income or affluent, there is a place for you to give back to the world with your skill and knowledge.

Alas, the same is not quite true for someone who is, say, a doctoral student studying civil conflict in the former Soviet Union. Moving to a town along the Mexico border, three hours from the nearest metropolitan city, is not exactly the most pragmatic of career moves.

As I enthusiastically move from one under-resourced rural community to another for my work, it's sometimes easy for me to overlook the fact that while the sunny Rio Grande Valley is a hotbed for education reform, it is not quite the same for my boyfriend's work. Coming down to the Valley with a Masters degree and years of international consulting experience, only to be offered a tick above minimum wage for doing tax preparation, is not something he anticipated. Yet he changed his plans, paused his work, and adjusted his hourly wage demands to be with me, albeit for only a few short months.

As I close this Valentine's Day, I am left to ponder: How do I strike a balance between pursuing my professional passions and uprooting my partner?

February 12, 2008

impact of one and many

It is OK to leave the classroom. What is not OK, Dr. Philip Uri Treisman said, is if people are surprised you once were a teacher.

Treisman, a renowned University of Texas math professor and leader of education equity, reminded and assured his audience of current and former teachers from their mid-20s to early-30s that our passion to close the achievement gap must course through us regardless of what we may choose to do.

Because that's the reality, right? There are fewer "lifers" out there in any profession these days. Ten-year teaching veterans may decide to go into policy. Mid-career accountants may turn to teaching. I used to feel a bit apprehensive when people would teach for two or three years and move on to the private sector (even though I left the classroom myself!). But after returning from the Texas Teach For America alumni summit this weekend, I really think that there are few things as inspiring as hundreds of energetic people-- teachers, doctors, lawyers, policy makers, stay-at-home parents-- who are dedicated to improving the state of education in this country and are doing what they can in their power to make sure it happens.

But after leaving all pumped up and inspired by this summit, I came back to our mundane life in the Rio Grande Valley and was reminded that the inspiration starts here. One of the first-year teachers I work with, Sarah Saxton-Frump, wrote an opinion article for her alma mater, describing what her ninth graders have learned, what she has been taught, and what she will take with her one day if she moves on.

"[At the start of the school year,] I graded their diagnostic exams - basic tests to check for map skills and knowledge they should have acquired over eight years of schooling. In the middle of grading my third period, I threw down my grading marker. My students couldn't read a basic thematic map. Many couldn't tell me where Europe was; others couldn't even tell me which way north was. In three years, these students would be taking the SAT, applying to college, and stepping into a world that does not dole out second chances at summer school. Horrified, I stopped grading and started planning.

I taught my students population density by cramming them into 16 square feet after "zombies" invaded my classroom and built "Student-Death Zones." We went on EuroTrip 2008, ordered afternoon tea at the Ritz, and "walked" around Auschwitz. We debated the Kyoto Protocol. We brought turkeys and potatoes from Latin America to Europe to illustrate diffusion.

On their midterm exam, 73 percent of my students scored an 80 percent or higher. I am extraordinarily proud of the progress my students have made in one semester. There are still 41 students who need a tremendous amount of help to reach our big goal, but they are committed to it, and so am I.

The dedication and patience required to teach in a low-income, at-risk school are qualities I was not sure I possessed at the end of my senior year. As I thought about "life after Brown," I had about 15 plans. Teach For America was maybe third in line, but I am grateful it's the path I took, in spite of all the horror stories and criticisms I heard before joining. Yes, many of the criticisms were true. As a new TFA hire, I had never taught a class before. I had trained for only six hellish weeks. Even now I stick out like a sore, white thumb at my 98 percent Hispanic high school. I question my ability to impact our crumbling public education system in only two years.

I've realized, though, that no single teacher can have that impact-not on the whole system. But every day, I can show up and stand in front of 150 students and teach. Every day, I can change my students' lives. The nation's children need tenacious leaders who perpetually ask, "How can I teach better? How can I reach my students today?" I know that there are 13-million children growing up in poverty in the United States, and that until more schools ask these questions, that number will not improve.

In years to come, I can have an impact on the system as a whole. I can carry my front-line expertise and values of hard work, effectiveness, and faith in my students out of the classroom and into principals' offices, onto school boards, and into Congress. Right now, though, my movement to change our education system started Aug. 27 with 150 students in the biggest school in the poorest city in the country."

Sarah may not remain a teacher. She may not remain in Brownsville. What I am confident about, however, is that she will take her passion to close the achievement gap anywhere she goes, and I am certain that no one on the Hill or in first period will doubt she ever taught 9th grade.

February 3, 2008

MySpace, my students

Sure, there can be some awkward and inappropriate momentsthat come with being a teacher with a social networking account. But let's not forget about the wonderful parts. Like when students you worked with two and a half years ago friend you on your (respectable) MySpace page and write you email updates. Let's certainly not overlook the wonderfulness of realizing that your 8th graders have really grown up and that your work with them may have had a bit to do with it. And we definitely can't forget how trippy and awesome it is when they are mature enough to give advice about your own life. (I had told her my new job as a program director was rewarding, but really challenging.)

"Natasha" was not my easiest 8th grader. She looked sullen, she acted angry, and she was 16. I, her first-year teacher, was scared. During our time together in the resource room, she maybe said three dozen words to me-- 90 percent initiated by me. But, oh golly, she learned. This young lady, who had worked on addition and subtraction for the past two years in middle school, memorized her multiplication and division tables in three months, and was working steadily toward pre-algebra. She didn't speak to me and rarely made eye contact, but after awhile, I didn't care. She was learning. And apparently, as she's moved into high school, she hasn't stopped.

"...Well nothing is hard if you put your mine to it. If there anything you can do, I’m petty sure you can do it. I mean you help me get in high school, I’m really really sure you can help them as well. Like the sign you had on the wall, “never ever ever ever ever ever give up." right?"

What a heart-warming and insightful way to start the week. This is totally why I teach for America.

Jessica Shyu

Jessica Shyu.

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