December 17, 2013

School Days: A teacher's take on books (part 1)

This past Memorial Day, I attended an outside concert with some friends here in Kansas City on the lawn of the National World War I Museum.  It was wonderfully patriotic and well done. One of the highlights was when some injured soldiers from the Wounded Warrior Project sang a moving rendition of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah."

There was a Pirates exhibit at Union Station, in case you're wondering, "Why the pirate banner?"













Then came fireworks.

Imagine my bewilderment when I looked over and saw a young boy (around 12 years old) playing a video game on an ipad.  I wanted to cup my hands around my mouth and call out, "YOU'RE AT A FIREWORKS SHOW.  Watch the fireworks!"

Aside from the seeming evidence that screen-stuff (real technical wording here) is addictive and is robbing people from real experiences these days, there are other reasons why I am a little wary of screen time. Especially for children.

Studies have shown that children read more when they have access to interesting books.

Sounds pretty obvious.

Did you know that there's a strong correlation between the physical number of books in a classroom and the success of student reading?  That fact alone made me raid library giveaways and welcome book donations with open arms (given that the books aren't full of junk).

If you are interested in this topic, you may enjoy reading this article I found.  Though the article itself is dated, the content, I believe, still holds weight.

While technology in the classroom is faddish, there are many well-researched, good arguments that it's BOOKS we need to invest in when it comes to education.

The dean of the classical school I taught at in Colorado gave me a copy of The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains by Nicholas Carrand it opened. my. eyes.

One tidbit of information that I found interesting is the recent discovery that Silicon Valley CEOs send their children to computer-free schools.  Yes.  It is true.  Let that sink in.

"Why is this?", I asked myself.  Could it be because they best understand the effects of computers on children's brains?


Now, do know that I'm not anti-computers nor anti-internet (I'm typing this on my blog, for Pete's sake), and Carr himself does not go on a crusade for everyone to unplug and put their cultural heads in the sand.  As a writer by trade, he spends plenty of time on his computer and readily admits to emailing, blogging, scanning articles, facebooking, etc.

He also admits to experiencing both positive and negative brain-shaping effects of these activities.

Lest I get on a judgmental high horse, I admit that I too feel the effects of my technology use.

It resonated with me, this book.  When I spend too much time surfing the web - a little Pinterest here, a little MSN news there, with, I admit, sometimes the shameful click on "Entertainment News" to see what the stars wore on the red carpet...or to the grocery store (I hang my head at this confession), a little facebook here, a little online Target browsing there -  I can almost feel my brain changing as my eyes bounce around the screen, scanning for information I'm looking for, my finger quickly clicking to minimize ads or to open a new window.

I feel the effects when I pick up a book right after screen time and my eyes need to adjust to not getting my information through pixels, or when I have to reread the page 3 times because I realize that I haven't been paying attention to the words (words that are staying put), or when I walk away with a general impression of what I have read, instead of a clear remembrance of the words, the phrases, the sentences that the author deliberately chose to use.

Here's a quick summary of The Shallows taken straight from amazon.com for those who would rather scan the gist instead of read the book (no shame in that, but pun intended).  I even highlighted parts for ease of scanning, because that's what I might do.  see? My brain has changed. Oy.

BOOK SUMMARY:
“Is Google making us stupid?” When Nicholas Carr posed that question, in a celebrated Atlantic Monthly cover story, he tapped into a well of anxiety about how the Internet is changing us. He also crystallized one of the most important debates of our time: As we enjoy the Net’s bounties, are we sacrificing our ability to read and think deeply? 

Now, Carr expands his argument into the most compelling exploration of the Internet’s intellectual and cultural consequences yet published. As he describes how human thought has been shaped through the centuries by “tools of the mind”—from the alphabet to maps, to the printing press, the clock, and the computer—Carr interweaves a fascinating account of recent discoveries in neuroscience by such pioneers as Michael Merzenich and Eric Kandel. Our brains, the historical and scientific evidence reveals, change in response to our experiences. The technologies we use to find, store, and share information can literally reroute our neural pathways. 

Building on the insights of thinkers from Plato to McLuhan, Carr makes a convincing case that every information technology carries an intellectual ethic—a set of assumptions about the nature of knowledge and intelligence. He explains how the printed book served to focus our attention, promoting deep and creative thought. In stark contrast, the Internet encourages the rapid, distracted sampling of small bits of information from many sources. Its ethic is that of the industrialist, an ethic of speed and efficiency, of optimized production and consumption—and now the Net is remaking us in its own image. We are becoming ever more adept at scanning and skimming, but what we are losing is our capacity for concentration, contemplation, and reflection. Part intellectual history, part popular science, and part cultural criticism, The Shallows sparkles with memorable vignettes—Friedrich Nietzsche wrestling with a typewriter, Sigmund Freud dissecting the brains of sea creatures, Nathaniel Hawthorne contemplating the thunderous approach of a steam locomotive—even as it plumbs profound questions about the state of our modern psyche. This is a book that will forever alter the way we think about media and our minds.
- Michael Aggar

Some fellow teachers and I have been taught to recommend no more than 1 hour of screen time a day for children.  Overuse of screen time is thought to affect their sleep and cut into their active and creative play time that is critical to brain development.  And children's brains are still developing well into their teens.  I find this fascinating.

I'm no expert on the human brain.  Matt just finished his Neuro block in med school, and, from what I gather, "complicated" doesn't even begin to describe the complexities of the human brain that God designed.  (Sheesh - neurologists even say that there is still so much we have yet to discover about the brain).  Needless to say, I don't claim to understand all the science behind the above claims, or to know if the science is 100% accurate, but, as a teacher, I feel it my duty to at least present the possible findings, especially to parents who inquire my opinion (though, I would be mortified to come across as a "know-it-all").  I'm ever-learning and see myself as simply one in a community of learners.

So, a few years ago, when a mom of one my first graders asked me my thoughts on whether or not she should buy a Kindle for her 7 year-old son for Christmas to promote reading, I cautiously and honestly proceeded to tell her what I had read about screens potentially adversely affecting children's vision and the way they process information.  If, in fact, neural pathways are wired by how we get our information, then I hesitate to promote e-books for children.

I chose to leave out my personal opinion that a 7-year old owning an expensive piece of equipment like a Kindle just doesn't sit well with me. I just presented her with some possible findings, and let her read up on it and decide for herself.   She came back and told me that she ended up not buying the Kindle for him.  For what it's worth, in the classroom, I saw no detrimental effects of this decision on the boy's learning.  But I did see him take off as a reader, learning from real, genuine, page-filled, paper books.


Suffice it to say - in the age of smart boards, video games, and increased computer lessons for younger and younger children, I argue for less screen time and more books.

And by books, I mean worthy books.  I see plenty of cute children's books that lack substance, or popular books that inadvertently promote bad ideas (ie. the main character is sassy or "humorously" devious).  But that's another conversation.


*For my "teacher's take" on good books, tune in soon for Part 2 of this topic.


December 16, 2013

Christmas meal with Med School Friends


I am very thankful for some special friends we've made in med school.  Friends who too are "going through the grind" with us.  Friends who I anticipate us maintaining relationships with in years to come.

The couples we probably hang out with the most are Paul & Aubree, Chris & Catherine.

We like to talk about and eat good food, laugh about the ridiculousness of med school, and learn about and love Jesus alongside each other.

Aubree recently pointed out that we have maybe one picture together in our year of friendship.

So, last night, at our little Christmas friend "festivus" dinner, Paul snapped some pics to commemorate our bond:)

photo bomb #1 
photo bomb #2
awkward laughing, wondering how many pictures Paul's going to take

the lovely Aubree and Catherine
Not to be outdone, the guys then requested a friend shot of their own and quickly assembled together into this pose (?)
Matt, Chris, and Paul

November 13, 2013

School Days: when worms invaded my classroom

There are many lovely things I cherish about teaching 2nd graders.

I love their wide-eyed eagerness when they discover a new chapter book or series.




I love when we do well-done and worthwhile projects that enrich learning.






I love watching them present reports with growing poise and confidence.



 I love learning alongside them about the great men and women in history and then discussing worthy ideas like compassion, honesty, and self sacrifice.


I love watching their handwriting improve (hopefully) and seeing them learn, remember, and (again hopefully) apply the rules of the English language.

Did you know there are 29 spelling rules of the English language? Have you been staying up at night wondering why our words are spelled the way they are?
I love when science experiments work out the way I envision them in my head (though that doesn't always happen, like last week when my balloon ripped.  Talk about anti-climactic).

I love working at a Christian school where we can openly talk about God and His faithfulness, sovereignty, provision, and love.  I love memorizing Scripture along with my students, hiding it in my own heart, as they're hiding it in theirs.


I love that they think classifying sentences is fun.


I love the comical/odd things I overhear on a regular basis.
  • "Did your uncle ever rob people at sea?  Because that's what pirates do" - (having misheard another boy who said that his uncle was a pilot).
  • "Mrs. Jackson, thanks for making our brains smart." (said by quiet girl while lining up)
  • When the students were tasked to bring in one special item that told us something about them the first week of school. - "I brought this to show the class because I love animals." (as he held up a clear plastic bag with a dead hummingbird scraped up from the parking lot).  Gulp.
  • (getting out of line to walk up and tell me this, while flexing bicep) "Do you want to feel my muscle, Mrs. Jackson?"  No, I want you to get in line :)


What I don't love is when worms invade my classroom.

A couple months ago, my students and I discovered little white worms periodically here and there on the floor and in our basket where they keep their pencil bags.

Not worms.  More like grubs.  Larvae.   Ugh, I really don't like that word right now.

Exhibit A:




I finally figured out that the larvae was coming from acorns that the students were collecting and bringing inside from recess.

Now, if I'm ever a mom to little boys, I will certainly let them play in the dirt and hold bugs and touch worms. I see it as part of childhood and discovery.  Getting dirty doesn't bother me.  I had no problem with my students' little acorn collecting hobby (granted that they didn't eat them, throw them at each other, or get distracted by them when back in class). Harmless.  "They're just curious about nature," I thought, "and I don't want to stifle that."  But when little critters start to make their way inside and into places they shouldn't be, that's where I draw the line.  For a teacher, her classroom is like her second home, a place where she spends a lot of time.  And I don't want larvae in my home.

So, I did the only logical thing - I put a ban on bringing acorns into the classroom.

But then, these past two weeks the worms have been spotted again.  I don't know how many times the students said, "Mrs. Jackson, there's another weevil on the ground!"  And I would have to go pick it up with a kleenex and throw it away.  This happened multiple times the other day.  Five.  Maybe six?  It was getting old.

Each time, I noticed that the larva was located around the same little boy's desk.  Hmmm...

So I ask him, "_________, do you have any acorns in your desk?"

To his credit, he was honest.  "Well, I guess I have these..." (as he proceeds to pull a ziplock bag FULL of acorns out of his pencil bag.  The bag had holes in it and was moist with condensation - a larvae haven.)

I walked over to his desk and took a peek inside the pencil bag from whence the acorns came and saw (brace yourself) several little, white larvae inside among his tools, some dead, some crawling around.

(Let's all pause to wiggle our bodies at the grossness of this.)

Because of the class time missed to deal with the larvae situation, it was suddenly time to take my students to lunch (I know, gross timing, right?), then recess.

Needless to say, the boy (who I enjoy as a person and a student, though I didn't appreciate the worm thing) had to discard of his beloved acorn bag immediately and, during recess, clean out his pencil bag, check his desk for other critters, and wash his hands.

While the children were out of the room, I snapped these pics so that I could show my husband what the bugs looked like, so he could help me identify them.  They are indeed acorn weevil larvae.
incriminating bag


found in boy's pencil bag, crawling among his pencils

Here's a chant that another teacher suggested I could teach my class next:

No more Acorns in our room
Teacher must get out a broom
Little worms upon the floor
Really must stay out of door.

Isn't that great?  Some teachers get all the rhyming talent.

So there's a little peek into my teaching world.  Some days I feel great.  Some days I feel like I fail.  Some days I'm surprised.  Some days I'm delighted.  Some days I'm grossed out.


November 8, 2013

Leaf Peeping and Art Crawling

My mom visited last week.

Here are some of our highlights:

She shadowed me for a day at work.  In my ten years of teaching, she's never seen what I do.  So it was a treat to have her with me in the classroom all day.  During a few funny student comments, we met eyes and smiled.

Later, we went to Weston (a historic town north of us) to go "leaf peeping", which I thought sounded inappropriate.  Apparently that's the official term for looking at pretty leaves though.
peeping
We of course had to take her to the Nelson Atkins Museum.  It's free.  It's interesting.
Nelson Atkins Museum
On the steps of Nelson Atkins, looking out
On the grounds of Nelson Atkins
















We popped in and out of some art galleries in the Crossroads District.  "First Fridays" is a monthly art crawl that takes place on the first Friday of every month here in KC.

We stood for a little while trying to figure out this piece.  Hmmm...
Sorry (again) for the blurriness.  I'm just not a great photographer.  It's hit and miss.








For some reason, we got a case of the giggles when Mom and I took turns standing behind this sculpture. The pricetag on it was something like $40,000.  I don't understand.
teeheehee
We gasped when we saw that these heads, by the same artist, were $90,000.  Wow.  And really?  I mean, I can see maybe $80,000, but 90? ;)


Thanks for visiting, Ma!  We loved having you.

Love, Matt and Liane

November 7, 2013

When Matt almost died before my eyes

I wrote here about our wedding anniversary in Kansas City last year.

This year, Matt and I had a bit of an unusual anniversary celebration.

On our actual anniversary, I had parent/teacher conferences until 9:30, and Matt had to study for finals.


No complaints.  Such is life.  And I like my job.


So, we decided to just pick a date a few weeks later to go out to dinner.


That alternative date arrived.


And I sounded like a barking smoker.  I had developed a deep cough and had lost my voice, due, I learned later, to bronchitis.


I really didn't feel too bad, except for my lungs.


We had a groupon to use, and Matt had already made dinner reservations.  I didn't want to postpone the celebration yet again, so we went.


All was well when we arrived.  The waiter kindly offered to bring me hot water, lemon, and honey when my cough started acting up.


I listened to Matt and held a little bit of a conversation, in a whisper.  The food came.  We ate.  And continued to talk/whisper.


Then, Matt got quiet.


He reached for his water with one hand and held his chest with the other.


He looked like how I feel when a pokey tortilla chip gets stuck in my throat.  Really uncomfortable, eyes squinted, trying to swallow to make the food go down.  Has that ever happened to you?  It's horrible.


I felt bad for him, knowing that uncomfortable feeling, but thought, He'll get it down.


After a few seconds of this though, his face started turning red and suddenly HE STOOD UP WITH WIDE, PANICKED EYES, leaning slightly over with his hands on the table.


Matt does not have a flare for the dramatic nor is he one to draw unnecessary attention to himself.


Oh my gosh!  He's really choking.


I yelled (squeaked/rasped), "MATT!!!!" and jumped up to help him.


I don't know what the other people around us were doing.  I wasn't paying much attention to them.  But I did hear a woman yell, "Is there a doctor?!" and a man across the restaurant yell, "He's choking!"


They must have thought I knew what I was doing, but I honestly didn't have a clue.  I felt helpless and scared.


I tried to administer the Heimlich Maneuver, but was kind of standing on his side and doing it wrong.  In between Hiemlich thrusts, I think I remember periodically hitting him on the back a few times.  Matt wasn't making any noises.


A fleeting thought passed through my mind - oh my gosh.  he's dying.  am i really losing him?  right here? now?  and out loud again, "Oh my gosh, Matt!!"


I don't know how long it lasted.  My guess is 15-20 seconds.  But it felt like an eternity.


Then, somehow, by the grace of God, he hocked up a long piece of meat onto his plate and started gasping for air.


Thank you, Jesus.  Thank you, Jesus.  Thank you, Jesus.


After a little more time, Matt gained his composure, nodded to people, held up a hand and said he was okay.   We apologized for the scene to which someone reassuringly responded, "If there was ever a reason to cause a scene, this was it."


We went to sit back down, people near us expressing kind relief.


The rest of the meal involved intermittent processing of the choking incident. - "I can't believe that happened."  "I thought I was losing you."  "I always wondered how I would die, and I was thinking, oh, I'm going to die choking on a piece of meat.  I'm going to die right here in this restaurant." "Didn't Mama Cass die choking on a ham sandwich?" and so on...


I'm not making light of death.  Or choking.  It happened, so we just talked a lot about it.


When we got home, I was coached in the correct Heimlich maneuver, to which I paid very close attention.


So that's our Happy 7 Year Anniversary celebration.




I am grateful for this man, and have renewed gladness for his life and for our marriage.
picture from 2012, Thanksgiving at my mother-in-law's house





And in case you ever need this:

(click link above for more detailed instructions)














October 19, 2013

The City Market

With warm weather on its way out, I thought I'd bid a formal adieu to one of our favorite summer activities here in Kansas City -  going to The City Market. (While it's open year-round, I think it's most fun to go during the summer.)
Located just  5 miles  from where we live, the City Market  is nestled in Kansas City's oldest neighborhood, called the "River Market" area.
Kansas City Market 1906 (source)



Kansas City Market 2013
This is the same area where we visited the 4-story antique store that I wrote about in this post.

Here you find the region's largest farmers market with rows and rows of produce stalls set up by local farmers.
source
Just grab a bag (or bring your own), load it up with what you want, and pay in cash.



It's a little crowded on the weekends, but not-so-much during the week.





Confession: I had never tasted a homegrown tomato until I went to the City Market.

My life is forever changed.  To think of all those grocery store tomatoes masquerading around like the real thing...
One of my favorite things to do is "casually" walk around looking for samples.

This man sells baklava outside of his Middle Eastern mart. 
And here is some fresh baked pita outside of the same Middle Eastern mart.
It's soft and fluffy and fresh and ...mmm...delish.
Besides fruits and vegetables, people also sell fudge, baked goods, beef, fresh herbs, salsa, homemade candles, soaps, and the most beautiful bouquets of flowers.




Matt, the green thumb in the family, always stops by this man's orchid booth where we ooh and ahh over his AMAZING blooms.

Orchids are not the easiest flowers to grow and care for.  But this guy is an expert and is always willing to give tips when Matt asks.  He says there are over 25,000 varieties of orchids.  I can't wrap my brain around that.  25,000?!  How great is our God!

There are LOTS of spices at the City Market.


And loose-leaf teas.
This man sells locally made honey.

When he saw me staring with quiet, wide-eyed fascination at his bees, he kindly pulled out a beekeeper's hat and bee smoker that he gets out for the children.

This may well possibly be one of the dorkiest pictures of me.  There was just no hiding my enthusiasm for that beekeeper hat.



Around the perimeter of the market are little ethnic eateries.  There's authentic Italian, Mediterranean, and Ethiopian. You can also find pizza or bbq (of course). There's a burrito place and a coffee shop, a bakery and a smoothie place.  A little of this, a little of that.  I love the cultural diversity.

Matt and I tend to gravitate towards the middle eastern food.
Habashi House - our favorite place at the market.
We typically share a plate of shawarma and baba ganoush.  It tastes good AND it's fun to say:)



Everywhere you look, there's something colorful to see, something exotic to smell, and, on busy days, someone who is playing something on an instrument.
Much to my delight, this man was playing the "Andy Griffith" theme song on his flute.
And much to Matt's delight, these guys were playing playing Led Zepplin.

And there were these guys too.  I loved it!


Every Sunday, there's a "Community Yard Sale" at the market, where people can come sell their handmade goods, collectibles and "gently used items."
source
Checking out the Community Yard Sale
If you need a break from the outdoors, you can pop into the little shop on the side that sells stuff.

Like plants and scarves, greeting cards and t-shirts, and these wooden shoes I found that complimented my outfit.

The City Market.  It's a feast for the senses.  If you're in the area, come check it out!