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Things I've Learned Being a Teacher: Part 2

As a short recap, part 1 of this 2 part series dealt with pianists and "A Wholes". If you need to refresh your memory of my brilliance or if you yet to read my brilliance I suggest you follow the link: BRILLIANCE and then come back and conclude with this brilliance... eh hem... Brilliance!

Moving right along, the last post dealt with the tough subjects of spelling (which by the way I found yet another word I cannot pronounce, familiarity... don't ask why, just send me your pity) and math. This post will deal with the tougher subjects of history and recess.

Year in and year out I have so many students come into my class with a chip on their shoulders about a certain/specific subject. I like to ask my students to be honest, and let me know what subject they dislike the most. After reading, math, and writing, finally they say either science or social studies. Which leads me into my 3rd point.

3. Make sure your students are listening... I mean REALLY listening:
It's to no surprise that when I'm going over the devastatingly interesting and overwhelmingly entertaining (which by the way I do feel that it is) Roman Empire all the kids are either not listening and looking like they actually are or just blatantly not listening. So, after the entire chapter (I believe it was 4 lessons covering somewhere close to 40 some odd pages) on Ancient Roman Civilization I had a review day. Nervous anxious kids that are scared out of their minds about what is going to be on the test in 2 days, trying to remember 40 pages worth of facts, dates, and vocabulary... WHAT COULD GO WRONG?! Surprisingly only one thing.

After going over the geography, economy, and government of Ancient Rome we inevitably had to review the historic wars and military campaigns. After covering the Etruscans, and the battles fought with them, the constant civil wars fought in Rome because of the struggle for power (between the established forms of government, Roman Republic and Emperorship [known better as dictatorship])
Punic, Punic, Punic! Funny how 1 letter can change historical into hysterical.

Quick side note: Dictators were first introduced in Ancient Rome because of the established Republic Government. There were 2 consuls elected to rule over Rome, as a sort of bi-presidency, one would be in charge of the government and the other would be in charge of the military. In states of emergency the consuls would name one complete ruler, or dictator, to alleviate any complication in the decision making process. Each consul had the authority to stop the other from taking an action he did not agree with. One can see why this would be difficult in a state of emergency. Sorry that's the teacher side of me coming out.


We come next to the defining moment in Ancient Roman battle history, The Punic Wars. Or as one over-zealous and trigger happy reviewing student shouted out to the class, "The Pubic Wars!" What?! Wait... What?! As you can imagine, being in a classroom full of 11 and 12 year-olds that just got done watching the "Changing" video not but 6 months earlier (let's just say that 6 months isn't enough time to get some of that imagery fully out of a sponge-like prepubescent mind). You can imagine the sheer terror that shot through my mind when this was belted out louder than an opera singer on opening night (that may be a bit exaggerated). So what did a self-respecting, semi-seasoned professional do in this situation? I ignored it and hoped that everyone else would too. Ridiculously enough, it worked! Either my students are WAY MORE MATURE than I ever thought, or I experienced a miracle like nothing else I have been a part of in my entire life. At that moment, I KNEW unequivocally that there is a God!

4. Balls will be balls:

There had been recent problem at the school where I work, the problem had to do with the playground equipment. For the past few years playground equipment was being over-used and mistreated, so as a way to alleviate the problem the staff got together and came up with a plan. A plan so fool-proof, so monumental, so incredibly genius that nothing could possibly go wrong:

We gave each class their own set of color-coded playground equipment! It was not only going to help give the students "ownership" but also teach them about respect and responsibility... Let's just say we couldn't stop patting ourselves on the back about this idea. Until...

Why?!
I was causally walking outside to pick up my class from lunch recess (as I normally do... I'm a causally walking kind of guy), but when I get to the doors leading to the playground I see (they're glass by the way or I would have had to preface this story with "I can see through walls") that the playground is littered, like enough to make that Native American in the old commercial cry his single tear, with newly purchased equipment. As I swing open the door, with full intent to tell my class to clean up the orange colored balls, jump ropes, etc., it happened...

Teacher: "5th GRADE, YOU'RE BALLS ARE ALL OVER THE PLAYGROUND! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED BACK TO CLASS UNTIL YOU PICK UP YOUR BALLS!"

Student: "Which balls are the 5th graders?

Teacher: "The blue ones. Boys! Stop playing around and pick up all the blue balls... I can wait."

Student: "Yeah boys, we can't go inside until you pick up your blue balls!"

I doubt even the Pope could have kept a straight face after hearing that verbal exchange. It didn't help that it was being shouted across the playground either. The only thought in my head, besides "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH *breath* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH," was color based balls... probably not as genius as we once thought.

Last bit of advice I can give is when referencing balls on the playground, substitute the word "equipment", it will probably save a lot of concerned parent phone calls.

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Rules to Live By

I have been a teacher for almost 5 years now and for the entirety of this time ONE thing has bothered me more than anything else. I have developed the BIGGEST pet-peeve of my whole life simply from working with students ages 5-12. You would think it was something huge like irresponsibility or disrespect, possibly theft or apathy (trust me apathy is second to this)... However most all of these pail in comparison to the #1.

Made up 4-Square rules!

It honestly frustrates me to no end. Hearing these kids rattle off rules that make no sense to actually playing the game (list will follow). It seems less like a game of 4-square and more like a imagination/creative writing contest. Here is a list of all the "rules" I have heard over the past 4 1/4 years:

4-Square Rules (listed in no particular order):
  1. Aces
  2. Fisties
  3. Key lock
  4. 10 second ninjas
  5. Cherry bombs
  6. Shoe shiner
  7. Electric chair
  8. Double Hits
  9. 2 second holds
  10. Snake eyes
  11. *Water slides
  12. *Batman and Robin
  13. *Stamps
  14. *Claps
  15. *Holidays
  16. *Bouncies
  17. *Gummies
  18. *Spits
  19. *Tweakers
  20. *Bahama Mamas
  21. *William Tell
  22. *Helicopter
  23. *Dragon Claw
  24. *Merlins Beard
  25. *BBQ Sauce
  26. *Telephone
  27. *Credit Card
Then it got weird:
  1. **Debt Ceiling
  2. **Head Shots
  3. **Porn Stars
  4. **Opium Den
  5. **One-Night Stands
  6. **JFK Assassination
  7. **Holocaust
* = Strange
** = Outrageously weird

Once the 1st graders started calling out "Porn Stars" and "Holocaust" I had to put a stop to the insanity! To tell you the truth, all the ones with asterisks I've never actually heard... but I wouldn't be surprised if I did one day! If you asked me to tell you what a Bahama Mama is I couldn't tell you (even if it were real to begin with). And this is my point, these rules are so crazy and bizarre that it doesn't matter that I can't keep up because I don't play with those rules.

Kids nowadays have no sense of history, and if it takes teaching them the original rules to 4-square to instill some heritage into their otherwise insignificant lives then I will carry that torch!

The scariest thing about this whole phenomenon is what I experienced just a year ago.

I was scheduled for recess duty (watching to make sure none of the little angels killed each other) on one of the first days of school when I happened to over hear the rules of a 4 square game being recited to a group of 3rd graders. The boy who was in the "king" position rattled off like 5 or 6 rules, "No cherry bombs, snake eyes or fisties, holds and double hits are allowed, and king can't get out on serve." The reason that this otherwise normal event caught my attention was because I knew that there were "new kids" playing and I was interested to see how they questioned what these "rules" were. To my immediate and bewildered amazement the "new kids" didn't question the "rules" they were told. THEY KNEW THE RULES! It was like some crazy religious cult or a fruity hippie commune (They were all drinking the kool-aid). I have been to other schools and witnessed the same thing... Teachers and parents be forewarned; keep a vigilant watch over this infectious mindset. If we don't instill a foundation of classic playground game rules, the catastrophic possibilities are endless!

Example:
Dr. Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman:
Exactly.
Dr. Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes...
Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria! 


(I've been waiting to use a Ghostbusters reference for a while now... But honestly, when is Ghostbusters not applicable to real-life situations?!)

I can't describe the shock, this went from epidemic to pandemic in a matter of a few short words over the course of a few short seconds! Regardless of the insurmountable circumstances, of overcoming this widespread horror I will take up the torch of slaying this infectious tribulation! Who's with me?!