Thursday, 6 September 2012

Principal Survival Kit


This was definitely the nicest "welcome-back-to-school" gift that I have ever received.  Actually, the entire staff received them, compliments of our wonderful school PAC.

It speaks to all of the wonderful parts of our work:
  • the kids
  • the creativity
  • the fun
  • the light-hearted moments
  • the learning
Most of all, it was a wonderful reminder of the terrific place that I get to go to work to.  It might be my job, but it is also the place that I want to be every day.

A few of my favourite lines/items:
  • Chewing gum to help you stick to it
  • Eraser to remind you everyone makes mistakes
  • Paperclips to hold it all together
  • Rubber band to remind you to be flexible
And, most of all, a Shiny Penny to remind you that each will shine in his or her own special way.

Thank you for a wonderful welcome to the new school year!

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Auroras Borealis


Wow, what an important lesson I learned last night...

Yesterday was a very busy day for both my wife and I.  We had extremely long and demanding days at work, and then had a tonne of running around at home with kids and dinner and activities.  After all of that, I even had to pull out my lap top and put in another couple of hours of work.

As I was shutting things down and getting ready for bed, I remembered a chore that someone else had forgotten to do.  Grumbling, I stomped outside to get it done, when something caught my ear:  packs of coyotes were singing in chorus on the hillside above our house.  The noise made me pause--wiping away my  grouchiness--and provided me with a deep calm.  In that calm I turned and looked down the mountainside and my eyes focused, slowly, on strange shimmer in the northern sky.  The Northern Lights!  They were beautiful and bright, and so spectacular that I had to run into the house, pull my wife out of bed and away her book, and drag her outside.  The two of us stood silently in our front yard gazing at this amazing phenomena.  It was especially meaningful because we had shared a conversation this weekend about her feeling like she always missed the Northern Lights, whereas me, an avid outdoorsman, have seen them with some regularity on my fall hunting trips.  And now here, on our doorstep, were those beautiful colours dancing across the sky to a haunting chorus of coyote calls.  It was magical--a "time-stopped" experience.

It was really a special moment for us.  It reminded us how wondrous the world is and, more importantly, how we can miss so much of it--so easily--by not paying attention.  It is so easy to have a bad day, to slump around feeling sorry for ourselves forget the world around us.  It is so easy to have tunnel vision and get stuck on what ails us.  Yet, the moment of our summer came to us last night because we stopped.  That's it, we just had to stop.

It was there all along, and we just had to look up to see it.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

It's Been A Long Day When...


You know it's been a long day when something like this looks good (well, sort of...).

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Yikes!!!

And I am always so excited for the start of a new school year...

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Book Club for Boys


 
The idea came from a simple comment, and like many good ones evolved through a conversation with the right person.  Isn’t it funny how that always seems to happen?

My daughter had been invited to a mother-daughter book club. It was organized by a great family and included a few moms who were teachers, and some daughters that loved to read.  The organizing family researched children’s book clubs, chose a few members—big ones tend to fall apart—and they started reading books and taking turns hosting the meetings.

I took my comment to the Teacher-Librarian at the high school that I was at, at the time, and somehow this great idea drifted over to boys and dads and “wouldn’t it be great to have a boys’ book club”.  I mean, my daughter and her friends are avid readers, and so are many of the girls that we see in schools.  But, we were having a harder time thinking of young boys that we knew who were avid readers.  And we started to think about how many of us had dads who were avid readers.  Sure, I saw my dad read the newspaper after work, but who even reads a newspaper anymore?  Most of the dads of my generation read everything that they needed to know at work or online (a.k.a. out of the eyes of these children).  Maybe this was a key to help us engage young male readers?

So, I did some research, and not surprisingly the general stereotype was that boys had a harder time learning to than girls.  At school, our own data supported that.  In fact, of 12 7-years-olds who were at risk for reading on our early literacy screener last year, 11 were boys.  So, I started talking to people much smarter than me, and asking them how we could engage these young male readers and all the answers I found led me back to the original book club for boys, with their adult, male role models as the lead readers.

This week, 11 boys brought their dads and grandpas to the school one evening and we met in the Library for our first stab at the All Boys Book Club.  We did it this week as a follow up to Fathers’ Day, and we called it the All Boys because not all of our boys have dads and we wanted them to feel included and able to come with grandpas, uncles, big brothers and next-door neighbours.  I selected a great book that my own boys love me reading to them:  The Toughest Cowboy, or How The Wild West Was Tamed, by John Frank with illustrations by Zachary Pullen.  It is a great book for boys with a great message and wonderful illustrations.  It is fun and appeals to their sense of humour, and has some wonderful word choices, and characters that really keep things interesting until the end.  It also has a wonderful twist.

We started the event by giving each boy a copy of the book to keep.  Then, they had a look at the cover and noticed that there were some interesting things there.  First, the title word “Toughest” was done in a fancy pink ribbon, and our main character, Grizz Brickbottom “the toughest cowboy ever to drive a herd of cattle across the open range”, was holding a ribbon and a hairbrush.  Wait, a hairbrush?  We had the boys make some predictions about what this story was going to be about...

Next, we had the boys take their dads on a picture walk through the pages of the book, noticing the pictures and making more predictions about what was going to happen.  Each pair was given some post-it notes to write down any new words that they found, and once done, we worked together on some strategies to help us figure out what these words might mean.  Some, like bedroll could be broken down into smaller words that we know and the meaning just popped out for the boys.  Tobasco was a common word selected because ol’ Grizz “drank a quart of Tobasco sauce a day” and most dads were able to describe the “hot sauce that we have in the fridge” to their guys.  Other words, like ornery, were just hard words and required the boys to ask an adult what it meant, which is a great strategy in itself.  Finally, the dads were put on the spot and asked to read the story aloud to their boys--in their best cowboy twang.  For our youngest, emerging readers the dads read and the more advanced readers read to their dads.  The ones that were in the middle took turns with their dads, alternating who read each page.  This was a great strategy, because it allowed the boys to try reading the book, and also allowed for them to hear the written word spoken with cadence and some fluidity.  Instead of spending all of their energy trying to decode the words, they got regular breaks so that they could just listen to the story.  And let’s be honest, we all love to listen to stories!
The story finishes with an idiom, so we sent the boys home with a sheet of common idioms and an activity where they take turns drawing the idioms out and having their partner try to guess what the idiom was.  Special thanks to my LAT teacher for creating this for us to use.

All in all, it was a great event, and one that we will repeat in the fall with a new book.  We are also going to start a book club for girls, led by our learning assistance teacher, and then create an event where we blend the genders.  Still, I am glad that we celebrated boys and reading, and it was a very nice following up to Fathers’ Day.

Outdoor Play Area




Well, it has been a long time coming. 
 
Two years ago, we had a geothermal field and heating/cooling exchange system installed at our school.  That is cool enough (sorry) itself, however, when it came to rehabilitate the geothermal field we realized that we had a challenge.  It was a bit of a wild area, and about a dozen trees were lost to the project, the equipment, to root damage from the digging and from some previous beetle infestations.  We were left with a very rough area that was not going to get watered.

And, then along came a great idea:  a natural play area.  We researched all over the world for ideas to create an play area that was natural and that wouldn’t need a lot of upkeep, watering or maintenance.  It took a lot of work, and a lot of help from many people, but we have the play area open and today is the day that the students plant the natural, drought-resistant plants.  We had to get special permission to have the students complete this project, but felt that by allowing them to participate in the project that we would increase their ownership of the finished product.

The play area itself is a hub of activity—imagine an ant hill.  The kids love it and are playing safe.

Mission accomplished!

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Getting Old(er)


Am I getting old?

The gray hairs are becoming more than “highlights”.

I play over-35 soccer (and my body hurts after every game).  My warm up includes running and stretching, and liberal doses of heat rub and anti-inflammatory cream.

Any attempt to watch TV after 10:00 pm requires me to fall asleep during the show.

Fast food meals make me feel gross for a day afterwards.

I know the words to every song on the classic rock radio station.  Every song.

I paid someone younger than me to rip out the remaining juniper bushes after I filled a whole truck load by myself.

So, am I getting old.  Not really, maybe just a little older.  Still, there are more things that I “get” everyday that no one younger than me seems to understand what I am talking about.

How about:
  • That special relationship between a cassette disk and a pen?
  •  Those days when lunches were sent to school before plastic sandwich bags were invented?
    • BTW, my mom used to wrap them up in wax paper.  I realized how "old school" this was when my son needed a “pioneer”-style lunch for grade 3 Pioneer Day last week (he watched me wrap his sandwich in butcher paper with the same look of awe that Charlie had in his eye when he unwrapped the golden ticket). 
  • Rubbing baby oil all over to get a tan?  An on-purpose tan?
  • Forget about trying to explain film cameras, how about plastic film canisters?    They used to be everywhere.
  • How slow a rotary dial phone was?  We didn’t mind, because in my small home town we only needed to dial the last 5 digits.
So, am I getting old(er)?  Not really;  I know three people reading this who are saying, “Oh ya, well I remember when...”