Our class podcast | "Behind the Eyes of Our Youth"

Just call me the producer or maybe the editor, because they do everything else! I'm speaking of our class podcast, Behind the Eyes of Our Youth. This year, I teach a dual-enrollment communications class, Comm101 as we've come to call it. It's one of two dual enrollment classes offered at Martin Luther King High School here in Philly.

The class is a speech class, per our Harrisburg University partnership. But a 16-week course spread over an entire K-12 school year allows me to take a broader approach to the class. In addition to the speech-related assignments, we have and will discuss journalism, message tailoring, Black-centered public relations, script-writing, social media as a communications tool, and podcasting among other topics.

My role: gather suggestions, put them to a class vote (Google Forms), hit record at least every other Friday, edit, publish, promote--primarily in-house until now.

They do everything else. They chose the name for the podcast and choose the topics to discuss at least bi-weekly. They also choose who will moderate the discussion, including reading aloud classmates' input in the chat.

Check out these snippets from our October - December recordings! You'll never hear my voice as it's all about them, the juniors and seniors at Martin Luther King High School!

13th Read-In, a celebration of books-n-chill

For a 13th year now, I'm engaging my students in a pre-winter break Read In.* One student replied, "That's decent" when I first announced it year one! Boom! Onto something! They bring books, comics, and magazines. I bring hot chocolate, cookies, and some years, gifts.

Over the years, we've welcomed journalists from NBC 10 and KYW News Radio. We've also welcomed members of my family including my adult baby brother and my mother, former colleagues, Councilwoman Cindy Bass, and mentees who call me "Unk," two of whom are now teachers themselves.☺ (Black men in Philly's public schools, btw)

This celebration of "books-n-chill" continues in 2020! Yup. 2020. Students will still bring their books, comics, and magazines to our Zoom classroom. They'll all receive Dunkin Donuts gift cards a few days ahead of time for hot chocolate and donuts.

This year we even have a couple of extras planned including taking a class pic. On Zoom. They've had ample notice.📸 Also, this year we are excited to partner with two of Philly's elementary schools. A few of my students will be reading with students at both Pennell Elementary and Gideon Elementary!

On Tuesday, December 22nd, we invite you to grab a book, the paper, or a magazine, some hot chocolate and maybe a little snack and read as well. Our class time is from 10am-11:30. If you feel so inclined to chill with a book during that time, tag me on Twitter, @kellygrade6 with the title. No pressure. Just a thought.

*As a middle grades elementary school ELA teacher, I engaged the students in choice reading daily. Our annual Read-In was/is an extended time to read for enjoyment while sipping our hot chocolate and nibbling on our cookies.

Cereal | A note on student-teacher relationships

I visit classes* most often to sit and watch how my colleagues work their magic, especially with this 100% remote teaching and learning world in which Philly and other schools and districts find ourselves. Recently, a student in one class came off mute to ask for additional time on an assignment. The exact words were, "[Teacher] can we get like five more minutes because I had to go give my niece some cereal?"

So what's the big deal? Why am I writing about a bowl of cereal from an unidentified-for-the-internet uncle to an unidentified-for-the-internet niece?😕😕

That a student felt comfortable enough to come off mute, with about 20 other people on the line, to ask for extra time with the reason being that he had to go feed his niece says a lot! It says a lot about the rapport this teacher built with his students. It says a lot about remote learning space concurrents. It also says a lot about the teacher who understands this and replied, "Sure, no problem" with a facial expression that spoke loudly of "Of course, why would I not give you an extra few minutes."

Teacher-colleagues, understand the realm in which we all find ourselves and let's govern ourselves accordingly.

Administrators at the school and district levels, this applies to you as well. Be kind to us and to yourselves until this whole thing is past us and we're able to look back on this from a different mental, physical, emotional, spiritual , teaching, and learning space.

*My role this year is that of a partially-released School-Based Teacher Leader (SBTL) for English. I also teach, by choice, one section of a dual-enrollment Communications class. 

Let Black words marinate | A note on student-teacher relationships

I'm typing this late on a Friday night (into Saturday now) in October after a long week here in Philly. Monday morning I found out one of my students--one of our students at MLK High School was killed; the fifth, I believe, in as many months at our school. Last weekend, while he was at a vigil for his cousin who was taken too soon, someone chose to end Hyneef's life. 

I cried.

Again. 

That was Monday morning.

Monday afternoon, Walter Wallace, a brotha from West Philly, was shot and killed by Philly police. Sadly, angrily, this put Philly into the national and international spotlight as another police department in America chose to serve as police, judge, jury, and executioner for a Black man; an extrajudicial process not afforded to others who aren't in crisis and make multiple attempts on officers' lives. Exhibit A.

Walter Wallace Jr.’s life mattered. He should still be here. Another way is possible. Imagine a world where mental health issues, disabilities, or your race do not make you a target for criminalization & state murder.#WalterWallaceJr#blacklivesmatter#blackdisabledlivesmatter pic.twitter.com/QQOuRC0DdV

— BLM Philly (@BLMPhilly) October 30, 2020

 

https://t.co/f9YwslwCvv

— Dann Cuellar (@DannCuellar) October 21, 2020

Oh and we're still neck-deep in a global pandemic that has disproportionately taken Black lives.

Oh and in Philly we're teaching 100% online, much like many others across the country.

Oh and it's election season, a true-to-form 2020-type election season.

Combine all of these experiences and it quadruple underscores the need for classrooms, virtual or otherwise, to be safe spaces, mentally, physically, and emotionally, for Black students to be. The relationship that we as educators have with our students in large part determines the degree to which our classrooms are those needed safe spaces.

This past week during our common planning time for the English department, my colleagues and I shared examples of how we strive to do just that, build and strengthen relationships and make our classrooms virtual sanctuaries.

During the conversation, the need for teachers to also have these safe spaces was reiterated. We allowed ourselves to become vulnerable; to share our successes and struggles with relationship-building in this virtual space when our students need us most. We allowed ourselves to feel, to empathize, to embrace, to be right, to be wrong, to just be as teachers who are also human and who are also impacted by the aforementioned traumatizing experiences, as most of us are Black educators. To a great extent, we also allowed our students to see us for the humans we are this past week, something we also talked through during our chat.

In church, sometimes the program/bulletin reads at the bottom, the service is subject to the move of the Holy Ghost. If you know, you know. 👀☺There comes a time when the lesson plan needs to be subject to the reality of Black students' lived experiences. Why Black, specifically? If you have to ask, you may be part of the problem in the classroom. Fix it. Fix it by listening to Black students. You have two ears and one mouth for a reason. Listen to Black educators. Listen to Black parents. When you listen, that doesn't mean you're thinking of what you're going to say next in either rebuttal or even a compliment. Sometimes just say nothing. Let Black words marinate.

In spite of the challenges that confront us, I am hopeful. I am also prayerful. I have to be! Running through our veins is the blood of royalty, of freedom fighters, of thinkers, inventors, change-makers and agents, and so much more!

Teacher-student relationships matter, especially now! Our students aren't looking for chumbuddies in their teachers, but they sure as the sun rises want someone who's human!

IAsked | How's remote learning going so far?

Bringing the voices of my classroom community to you is important. I define my classroom community as current and former students, parents, and "friends of Doc Flem", if you please; those who follow closely the happenings of my classroom. It is my opinion that the sea-level perspective matters as it relates to decisions made that affect teaching and learning; that affect the classroom.

After a couple of months in, I asked my classroom community how remote learning was going so far. Admittedly, I didn't anticipate such a lopsided final result.

The following are some of the comments:

A teacher who's also a parent

Parent

Student

Student

That's it. That's the post.

Oh and never forget:

#BlackLivesMatter

#RelationshipsMatter

That's how you know it's real; a note on student-teacher relationships

This week was long. Full stop. Educators have those types of weeks every now and then. Every day, however, brings new possibilities for that day. I clicked out of my Communications class last Thursday on such an intellectual and cultural high, but I'll have to detail that later. I do believe, however, that I--their teacher--was able to leave class like that in part because of the relationships I've built and continue to build with them. Hence, the topic for this post. Critical to students' success in the classroom are student:teacher relationships.

Kennedy-Lewis and Murphy (2016) in their research on "frequent flyers" write, 

"The students in this study repeatedly mentioned wanting educators to listen to them and to believe them—and complying and working for teachers who did show care—confirming findings in existing literature showing that students deem as “good” teachers those who care about them personally, hold them to high expectations, and show them respect (Alder, 2002; Corbett & Wilson, 1998; Cothran & Ennis, 2000; Wilson & Corbett, 1999)."

Additionally, "Student-teacher relationships characterized by these attributes correlate with students’ improved academic engagement (Goodenow, 1993; Noblit, Rogers, & McCadden, 1995; Wang, Haertel, & Walberg, 2003) and socialemotional development (Baker, 1999; Crosnoe et al., 2004)."

This week, I have received or seen texts and tweets that had me like...

These texts and tweets came from colleagues across the district who offered evidence of their burgeoning student:teacher relationships. They solidify that relationships, do indeed, matter! I must insert that the texts and tweets I reference here come from Black teachers who work with majority Black students. That matters!

Relationships matter! Relationships matter! Relationships matter!

When students say things or demonstrate that they value their rapport with you, sometimes the words escape you! One of our colleagues expressed this sentiment:

Another colleague texted in part:

"My students sometimes tell me they love me...it's so genuine and spontaneous and that's when I know they like me"

One colleague sent a summary of a conversation she had with one of her students. That student finally understood that annotating was simply one tool to help a reader engage with text, likely increasing their level of comprehension; that annotating isn't some extra thing to do. I'd guess that most conscientious teachers have seen the look or that moment when you see something click and a student "gets it." Those repetitious thuds you hear and feel are you patting yourself on the back! Help yourself!*

There are ways to tell if what you're experiencing in the classroom is real. Unsolicited and uncoerced expressions of love and gratitude are signs that it's real. When a teacher features current and former students on their class social media platforms for "Post Me Saturdays" and the students dm pics every week, that's how you know it's real! Random, "Ard, teach, luh u! Holla!" Yup, that's also a sign it's real! Text chats with teachers over culturally-relevant TV series is a sign that it's real. "This the only class I come to frfr (for real for real)" is another sign it's real. (Take that opportunity to drop some auntie/unk advice). Random emails from students you haven't seen in years is a sign that it's real. Students not running in the opposite direction when they see you in the hood is a sign it's real. Students ready to fight for you when walkthrough teams pull up is another sign. *shrugs*

If I didn't make it abundantly clear, relationships matter! They especially matter now when physical distancing has sometimes meant social distancing. When the chords that have held us tight are thinning. When our manz are being gunned down in the streets and we can't even say goodbye right. When that self-serving, racist, bigoted clown who holds the highest office in the land would have us believe Black lives don't matter. When we're not supposed to do what the gifs below demonstrate. Relationships matter!

If you want to build those relationships, start by not focusing on the academics and ask them a random question like, "Should parents have their children's social media passwords?" then "Would you want to have your children's social media passwords?" Watch.

*the title is a little misleading, but read that jawn I wrote back in 2012 

Dear White Colleagues, check yourself!

I'll make this short. Twice today and once late last week did I engage in conversations with Black colleagues from around the school district about how a few of our White colleagues, from around the school district, were showing their tails! Bigoted and racist tails, might I add. In two instances, Black educators were calling out their White counterparts or superiors on positions they held, decisions they made, or statements they uttered. In one instance a student was doing the calling out, going toe-to-toe with a teacher.

Listen here.

Check ya self before you wreck ya self!

It would behoove you to button your lips tight and listen to your Black colleagues and students, especially now! If you choose to say something, let it be supportive of Black lives, followed by actions supportive of Black lives! #BlackLivesMatterAtSchool Period.

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