I've posted a Peepshow preview on my web site. Go have a look at the Peepshow creation process!
We're setting up the show in the library tomorrow (Wednesday), and the judging is on Thursday, with winners announced on Friday. The OAKLAND PRESS sent two photographers in--a videographer and a still photographer. The still photographer took photos for the paper, and the videographer is making a short video to put up on the paper's web site to supplement the article. I'll post a link once it becomes available.
Best quote from a student working on a Peepshow:
"We can't fit the entire underworld in one box. Can we go ask if the custodian has another one?"
- Mood:
amused
And yet, he loves to transpose music on the fly. One song that he just hated because "It's so hard!" he finally mastered. Just today he sat at the piano and played it, watching me out of the corner of his eye as he did so.
"Did you hear me play that?" he said. "It's in C instead of G."
"Pretty good, " I said. "Did your piano teacher tell you to do that?"
"No," he said. "I did it because I wanted to."
Oddly, this was the song that has a key change in it.
Sheesh.
And then it occurred to me: why not do this at school? What fun!
But Peeps in the fall? How? Ah, grasshopper--this is why one studies Google-fu. A fair amount of searching led me to a secret web site that sells chick Peeps year-round, but only by the case. Fine by me! I ordered three cases (24 boxes of five Peeps). I also bought popsicle sticks and googly eyes. The day after Halloween, I also went around and bought up a whole bunch of ghost and pumpkin Peeps for half price. That, in addition to the resident supplies I have in my classroom and what I could
The Peeps weren't supposed to arrive for another few days, but UPS turned out to be surprisingly efficient, and they arrived way early. I checked the calendar. In a week we have parent-teacher conferences. Perfect!
Today I handed out the assignment. "You'll be creating a Peep diorama about a myth we've read in class. On the due date, we'll put them in the library. I'm going to gather a set of secret judges who will decide the winners for Best in Second Hour, Best in Sixth Hour, and Best in Show. I'm also going to alert the local paper and the TV station--what the heck--so maybe there'll be a write-up there. I'll post all the Peepshows on the school web site as well, and the Peepshow will be on display during parent-teacher conferences, too."
Both my sections of mythology got pretty enthusiastic about it. They plunged through cardboard boxes, cut paper and cloth, and altered Peeps. The ghosts turned out to be surprisingly popular--several students wanted to try depictions of Hades--so this evening I had to run out to the store and score a couple more cases of them. I took pictures with my digital camera so we can post the Peeps process.
The best part is, a lot of my students dove back into their mythology books to re-read descriptions of certain scenes--without prompting from me. Yay!
I was seriously considering bringing up the idea of sending Mackie back a year to first grade. He simply might not be ready for second grade right now. He's behind on both his physical and emotional development, his reading and writing are closer to first grade level. But in the end I didn't suggest it.
Maybe later, if things don't improve.
Arrived home at 5:15 after not having been home all day. Gulped supper, read manuscripts, and rushed off to writers group.
Today, I spent an enormous on the phone with Sasha's high school today. Follow up to The Meeting. It never stops, does it?
- Mood:
ditzy
Happy birthday to Sam the Dog!
Sasha and Maksim decorated the front porch two weeks ago, but we didn't get pumpkins for carving, for whatever reason, until Halloween day itself. Sasha didn't want to participate, and Kala doesn't like pumpkin carving--it's a goop thing--so Aran and Mackie and I did it ourselves. We finished and set them on the porch. It was chilly day, with a stiff breeze that finished knocking the leaves off the trees.
Then I baked an apple pie for the Samhain ritual later. It came out perfectly.
After a supper of hamburgers, Mackie asked about 10,000 times when he could go trick or treat. At last I told him he could. He wanted Daddy to take him around. He was dressed as a soldier, and Aran wore a leprechaun costume, complete with pointy ears and green hat.
There was much running about, as usual, and the two houses that do the haunted front yard every year continued their tradition. Mackie freaked out at one of them--zombies in the yard!--and huddled against me whimpering until the monster pulled up his mask to reveal a perfectly ordinary human who said, "We have good candy." This was the kid who begged to do the haunted house thing with me and Sasha!
One of the neighbors dropped a packet into Aran and Mackie's bags and said, "God bless you!" Once we left her yard, I fished the packets out. Cards to a local church, bible verses, and a ceramic coaster with a cross imprinted on it. And a piece of candy. I gave back the piece of candy and pocketed the rest for disposal later.
Eventually, the boys announced they'd had enough and we headed home. There was still an enormous lot of candy left. Kala said only a few visitors had come while we were gone. The rest of the evening, we only got about eight or ten more, total. More for us!
Sasha, who'd gone out on his own, came back with about twice the amount Aran and Mackie did.
A bit later, we had the Samhain ritual. We lit the candles and ate pie and pomegranate seeds and headed outside to bring all the altar materials indoors. We put the God statues away and extinguished the flames. Darkness until Yule. Then I went outside to say a final good-bye to my grandmother.
The short version is, the school claims Sasha's inability to add two and four without counting on his fingers and his inability to understand time (he doesn't understand the difference between a month and a year or between a week and ten days) is a cultural or language problem. This is patently absurd. His younger brother, who's had the exact same amount of schooling, can add and subtract perfectly well. But no, they said, it's because he didn't go to school when he was younger and his English isn't fluent.
We went round and round on this for quite some time. It was all of them against me, and none of them would move.
They =did= say Sasha qualified for help under Title I as an ELL student. It would give him a certain amount of time per week with a tutor, probably twice per week, and he could take tests and do other things. I'm not happy with this resolution because as a special education student, he'd get help daily, not just twice a week, and we could set conditions such as "gets extra time on tests," which we can't do with Title I.
Everyone said things like, "Oh, we're happy to make sure he gets extra time, if he needs it."
Uh huh. My long, long experience with schools and teaching tells me that verbal assurances mean absolutely nothing. It must be written down, and it must be something the teachers are required to accommodate. I'm aware that most teachers want to help. Sasha has a couple right now. But eventually you'll run into that teacher who believes that the kid is faking it or the teacher who doesn't care or the one who refuses to make exceptions because it makes things more complicated, and then you need that piece of paper that says, "You MUST do this." (One of Sasha's teachers refused to contact me until I called the prinicpal and said, "I've e-mailed Teacher X to contact me three times about Sasha's grade, and I've gotten no response. I hate to be a tale-bearer, but I really need to talk to him. Could you mention
this?" I got a phone call within an hour, but I shouldn't have had to even go that far.) You also need someone on site to run interference, who can catch problems before they become disasters.
In the end, I was presented with The Form. The Form basically says all these people met, we talked, and we all agree that Sasha isn't entitled to special services. (Title I is on another form.) There's a line for all present to sign, including the parent or parents. But here's another trick most people don't know. At the bottom of the form is another blank, almost hidden. It basically says, "I disagree with the above assessment."
If I sign there, there are other repercussions. I think I can force another assessment, by another group of people. But I'm not sure if that's the case. I have to find out.
I signed on that line because I =don't= agree with the assessment (and my signature doesn't change Sasha's eligibility for Title I aid) and to give me time to find out exactly what can happen. I can change my mind later.
I'm very tired of dealing with this. I want to be a normal parent who spot-checks their kid's homework and who has the very occasional phone call from a teacher. I want to be the parent who only shows up once a year at conferences, if that often. But tomorrow I have to research the ramifications of Sasha's meeting, and then Kala and I have the meeting with Mackie's teachers and the school social worker about his behavior, and then it's back to Sasha's school for cleanup on his thing.
- Mood:
stressed
Sasha had never been to a Halloween haunted house before. Last year I'd intended to take him to one, but never got to it. This year, I took him. Wiard's Orchard, which is part farm, part year-round county fair and market, always does a haunted house thing, with five houses and a haunted hay ride. You can pay one price for one thing, or a bundle price for the whole shebang.
Mackie agitated heavily to go. Ha! This is the kid who can't look at a SIMPONS Halloween special because of the "scary" zombies in it. Still, he got upset when I told him he had to stay home. Them's the breaks, kid.
Sasha and I drove out of town to Wiard's in the darkness. There was a large crowd in front of the ticket windows, but I noticed that, for some reason, there was one window off to one side where no was in line. I headed over there and got tickets right away. No waiting. Weird.
We headed into the orchard proper. The workers had set up the various barns and outbuildings as haunted houses--a haunted barn, an insane asylum, a zoo for alien clowns, a little labyrinth, and a haunted mine. There was also a hayride. The night was blustery and a bit rainy. Crowds of people, mostly teenagers, roved among the apple trees. We went to the hayride first.
Once enough people had piled onto a straw-filled wagon, the tractor driver took everyone deep into the orchard proper. At one point, the driver took his hands off the steering wheel and put them behind his head, to the consternation of several wagon riders--you want real fear?--and eventually Things Happened. It was the usual haunted house sort of fare--an darkened area abruptly bursts into illumination, and something monstrous appears. Someone would leap out at the wagon, howling or yelling. At one point, an actor zipped overhead on a wire. Sasha thought it was pretty creepy and cool. I was unimpressed. But they gave us free cider and donuts afterward.
Next we went into the alien clown zoo. That was way cooler. To get in, you crossed a bridge, and a psychedelic projection spun around on the walls, throwing off your sense of balance and making it feel like the bridge was spinning. The zoo itself was filled with fog and weird lights and, of course, weirdo clowns that faded in and out of the mist. I liked it rather better, but it was really, really short. Sasha coughed on the fog.
Okay, not bad, but overpriced.
Then we went into the asylum. Oh, yeah! This was a haunted house! Freaky rooms, bizzare passages, scary scenes. One room was entirely black with green glowing comedy/tragedy masks hanging on the walls. Abruptly, one of the masks lunged toward us, and I realized that ONE mask was attached to a person all in black. Great illusion! Sasha just about wet himself. Another room was filled with rack after rack of abandoned old clothes. It was weird and freaky. A few passages were filled with inflated material similar to those big bounce castle things, and you had to push your way through an actual palpable darkness.
The mine and the barn were similarly freak-ay. Sasha clung to me like a barnacle, but he wouldn't hear of going home, either. At one point, we ended up in front of four teens in Planet of the Apes costumes, and they played off the zombies and aliens who were working the lines. Sasha was getting a little creeped out by the time we got to the haunted barn, but the apes behind us reassured him. "We got your back, dude!" one said.
Such a good thing we didn't bring Mackie. He would have been traumatized for life! Sasha was freaked out but loving every moment.
- Mood:
eek!
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I'm very tired as a result of all this. I'm behind on e-mail. I'm behind on paper grading. I'm behind on everything. The one thing I managed to do was get a proposal out to Ye Agente--one that I should have finished weeks ago.
I slept until 9:30 this morning, and I'm still extremely tired.
Sorry the blog is so filled with anger and depression lately. Things will improve soon. I promise!
A crowd of kids had gathered by then, which alerted the gym teacher. She sent both Sasha and the other kid to the office. The discipline officer said, "I could write you up for fighting, but I'll just put you down for horseplay with a warning. Is that okay with you?" Sasha nodded. When he got home, he showed me the referral sheet.
I went through the roof.
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Mackie was so badly behaved in school on Thursday that we kept him home on Friday. The report from his teacher read like one of those children's books about a monstrous child. He threw a chair, he rolled on the floor, he kicked walls, he wailed in class, he tried to sneak outside. I was surprised they didn't formally suspend him for a day after the chair throwing.
I put him to work around the house all day and also made an appointment with the doctor for an ADHD evaluation. We're also going to meet with the school social worker and his teachers to figure out what to do.
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