This past week has been a whirlwind of practices, music, acting and finally, a wonderful production at DS Mackenzie (our partner junior high). If you are anything like me, you have taken the time to hug your children and hold them close in the wake of a terrible tragedy in Connecticut. As I reflect on the past year, I am reminded that we are so fortunate to live where we do, where such insanity rarely strikes.
At Rideau Park, our past year has been filled with much learning for our staff and students. Our staff have been working at creating a learning environment where all students can learn. We know this has been our focus from the start but we are fine-tuning our craft to be truly inclusive and to master the art of differentiating for each and every student who is in our care. This is, indeed, a very big commitment.
We have added simple universal supports for students including learning how to use a program called Word Q that will allow many more students to feel successful in reading and writing. Watch in the new year for a link that will give you access to this fantastic program at home (you may find it quite valuable as an adult also). We have offered students headphones should they need a quiet environment to work in. We have offered students a variety of seating that will contribute to their focus. We have introduced multiple means of representation so students can demonstrate their learning in a way they are comfortable. We have introduced weekly intervention time for small group work with a teacher. We have begun the process to have regular common assessments in order to “catch” those students who may not have understood a concept so that we can insure they learn the concept before we go on too far ahead. It has been a good year!
I would like to voice our appreciation for the support from home this past year as well. We know without your support as parents, student learning would not be as effective. In the coming year we continue to welcome your questions, your input, your feedback, and your accolades. Our door is always open to you as we understand that you know your child the best. We value our team of home and school!
I would be remiss if I didn’t applaud the efforts of our dedicated staff at Rideau Park. As I was reading my Twitter feed, I came across this piece of writing about elementary teachers. While this specifically talks about teachers, I envision all of our Rideau Park staff when I read it. It is a delightful piece of writing that may bring back memories for you and your school journey. While the ending is sobering, it does bring to light that we should appreciate our teachers because as some media person noted this week on TV, “we appreciate our teachers because teachers are there for the kids.”
I leave you with these thoughts. . .
Do you know about elementary school teachers?
In their teacher preparation courses, elementary teachers are the ones sitting in the front row of the lecture hall, with extra pens and paper and pencils at the ready and their highlighters set out in ROY G BIV order. They raise their hands and wait their turn and take thorough notes, because this is important and someday they might need to know this. They actually use those pre-printed "To Do" lists and calendars and post-it notes, which they fill out in ink color-coordinated to various tasks and subjects, and they set up a phone tree before the final so they can help each other study.
They listen closely to lots and lots of stories about people they'll never meet and places they've been to a zillion times, told by people whose voices rise? At the end of every sentence? And then they keep going? Until they end with a nonsequitur. They listen to stories about first plane rides and first puppy dogs and first lost teeth and the first time someone met a new sibling.
They are world experts in knock-knock jokes and cootie catchers and cats'-cradle and Uno.
They understand Stanford-Binet results and Weschler scores and Iowas and CATs and NECAPs and NWEAs and DIBELS scores. They know about diphthongs and phonemes and blended vowels and word calling and invented spelling and sight words and the schwa sound. They can talk knowledgeably about social-emotional development and numeracy and literacy and affect. They know when these things matter and when a little person really needs a hug and a drink of water and few minutes of down time.
They make exciting bulletin board displays that they change regularly, unlike mine, which got half-done this August until someone rolled the Smartboard in front of it and I just gave up. They remember birthdays and Presidents' Day and the first day of spring. They wear apple sweaters in September and snowflake sweaters in January and blossoming flower shirts in April and beach shirts in June. They wear corduroy and denim and anything wash'n'wear so a few handprints don't matter. They wear PJs on PJ Day and crazy hats on crazy hat day and a smile no matter what. They wipe faces and messes and the slate clean after a hard day so everyone gets a fresh start the next morning. They perch in little chairs or kneel by little desks or sit criss-cross-applesauce on the floor so they can look their little charges right in the eye and see them, I mean really see them, while they're working together.
If they're art teachers like my friend Laura they introduce kids to a world crazy with colors and textures and vibrance. If they're music teachers like my friend Sue they introduce kids to a world of song and harmony and melody. If they're like both of those teachers, they introduce kids to how much beauty the world has to offer.
They deal with kids who are going bonkers because it's almost their birthday, or almost their weekend with Daddy, or almost vacation, or almost the full moon, or almost any reason at all. They have cafeteria voices and eyes in the backs of their heads and a sixth sense for when trouble is about to go down. They know who has to go to the bathroom, who comes to school hungry, and who's sneaking candy into the lunchroom. They remember who has PT and who has OT and who's in Reading Recovery and who has an IEP and who has a 504 and they treat everyone the same regardless. They handle hyperdiligent parents and irate parents and parents who aren't speaking to one another without losing their cool. They own a gross of paperweights and ornaments and mugs and plaques and desk pen sets that say "#1 teacher" or "2 teach is 2 touch a life 4 ever" or "I Heart My Students," and every year they receive a couple dozen more with genuine pleasure.
What I find most astounding, they spend all day in the same room with the same kids, teaching them reading and writing and arithmetic, and also history and geography and science and penmanship, and on top of that how to tie shoes, get along with other people, make friends, say "no thank you" politely and generally how to be an all-around decent human being, all without going stark raving nuts by lunchtime.
The other thing they do, six of them, is put themselves between a raving killer and the little people in their charge. In an act of selflessness I can't even begin to imagine myself capable of doing, they stood in the path of certain death, hoping it might make the difference for the 20 tiny lives they, collectively, put ahead of their own. When I think of the courage those women must have had in their hearts to take that step, I can't even catch my breath. Imagine that. Imagine someone else loving your child so much, so freely, that she would be willing to take a bullet rather than save herself. I can only hope that the last cognizant realization those little souls had before the darkness enveloped them was the sight of someone standing up for them, between their frail bodies and the evil about to strike. I hope their last impression of life on this earth was of the concern and caring these women embodied. I hope the final emotion that overcame their little psyches wasn't fear or anguish or sorrow or grief but love, love, love, love, love. I hope those teachers' sacrifice leaves a lasting impression on the world they left behind. I hope we never forget the value of those who spend their careers caring for the smallest, wiggliest, goofiest, neediest and most vulnerable members of our society.
Thank you, [staff names removed as I had no permission]. Thank you for songs and stories and popsicle stick art, and for reading and thinking and learning and knowing.