Two pieces of undeniably good news

I got my evaluation back from my assistant principal today. We don’t really need to go into the details of how our evaluation system works; suffice it to say that my final score was 3.88/4, which is the highest final score I’ve ever received, and my third or fourth year in a row at Highly Effective. I will probably never manage a perfect score for various reasons so only losing twelve hundredths of a point over the course of the four classroom observations and two official goals is pretty damn good.

I also spent parts of sixth and seventh hour crunching NWEA data. I’ve talked about the NWEA before; it’s one of the standardized tests I at least kinda like– it’s over fast, it’s given multiple times a year (but still eats a lot less time than the single administration of the ILEARN does) and it focuses on measuring individual student growth and doesn’t bother with a pass/fail cutscore. It also does this thing where everybody is measured on the same scale– it goes up to like 350 or something like that but a 230 or so is about what an 8th grader is expected to get on the Math test at the beginning of the year, where a first grader might be shooting for a 180 and a high school senior a 270. Two of those numbers are made up but you get the basic idea.

Long story short, my numbers were phenomenal. I got an average of a year’s growth out of these kids between the test that was administered the week before I got there and the one I gave them a couple of weeks ago– a year’s worth of growth in basically one semester. My two Honors classes in particular posted huge gains. This is probably getting too far into the weeds, but check this out:

This is my first hour class. The plus signs are Math and the squares are LA. Now, you’d expect everybody to be to the right on the “achievement” part of the graph, since they’re honors kids, but there’s nothing about honors classes that guarantees high growth, and compare how high the pluses are to how high the squares are. It’s even more stark in sixth hour:

Only four kids from that group didn’t manage high growth. That’s outstanding. And by comparing my kids to their own LA scores I know I’m not running into any statistical bullshittery; they flat-out improved more in Math than they did in LA, and by a pretty good margin once you pull all the numbers together. That’s as clear a teacher effect as I know how to demonstrate.

“But wait, Mr. Siler!” you might point out. “Didn’t your kids have a month with no teacher, and therefore possibly score more poorly on the second administration than they might otherwise, thus leading to high growth as they get back what they lost?”

A reasonable question, and while I’m not going to post the graphs, I also looked at how they did against the first test of the year, when a missing teacher wasn’t a problem, and the gains are still as stark. My other classes don’t look quite this good– again, the honors kids really came through for me– but they still look pretty goddamn good.

I may just have my mojo back, y’all.

Remind me of this post in three days, when I’m drained by the last week and never want to teach again. 🙂

Nine more

I came home and fell asleep on the couch for, I think, the second Friday in a row. That’s about where my brain is still at. It wasn’t a hard day by any means, but the end of the year is alwayssssszzzzzz …

Real post tomorrow, maybe.

On my standards

I had a conversation with a school parent today that, on the surface, was a really nice conversation: I let her kid finish up a test at home last night, and made sure she knew about it, and (for the record, I believe this) she watched him do it and he ended up doing a really good job. He made a seriously boneheaded mistake in class that led to him missing every single question, and I hate situations like that; you effectively made one mistake, you just made it twelve times and it’s not fair that that leads to a zero, a score that doesn’t reflect your understanding of the material.

Anyway, I figured that rather than waste time in class today taking it again he could just redo it at home. His mom works at the school and I let her know what was up, and she came to talk to me before school started to let me know how he’d done.

During the conversation she told me that she and her son both thought that I was the best math teacher he’d ever had. Which is nice to hear, right? It’s hard to imagine a better compliment as a teacher. But then she explained why.

“He says that he asks you questions, and you answer them, and then he figures out what he’s supposed to do.”

Which, like … is it unfair or ungrateful of me to hear that and wonder what the hell the rest of his teachers are doing? Because that really sounds like a fairly basic description of my actual job duties to me. Does he have teachers who won’t answer questions? Because that’s bad. Like, real bad. If we were having a conversation about me going above and beyond somehow to help the kid out that would be one thing, but I really feel like “you answer the questions he asks” is not exactly champion territory, y’know?

In which there are 13 days of school left and I am exhausted

1:1 devices are the biggest mistake the education industry has made during my career. I’m not elaborating, I’m too tired and I’m still kinda pissed off.

In which … oops?

I have, no doubt, no bullshit, completely forgotten to post two days in a row. In my defense, I’ve been so Goddamned sick for the last two days that I lost six pounds. And not through healthy eating and sensible exercise, either. No, the other way.

It has, uh, not been an especially pleasant couple of days, so I hope you’ll find a way to forgive me.

In other news, today’s meeting of my speech and debate club quickly degenerated into hanging out and bullshitting with the small handful of students who showed up, and … man, these kids are built different. I don’t really want to get into the details because it reeks of oversharing but it’s absolutely amazing how much kids’ attitudes have changed in regards to certain things in just the last several years.

Meanwhile, my Governor signed a “don’t say gay” bill, and a friend of mine texted me suggesting that I might have to take my Pride flag down, and … well.

Two more days

I know I’ve been a broken record this week, but holy God, am I tired. It is utter madness that this week has been six weeks long and yet somehow it is still only Wednesday. Like … I just … what?

We have been doing the exact same type of assignment all week, and the sameness of that combined with the fact that, yes, still, I’m teaching the exact same lesson to all of my classes means that the week has taken on this insane Groundhog’s Day flavor, which is no doubt contributing to the fact that Monday through Wednesday have taken nineteen years. I’m also doing this thing where I’m coming up with good ideas for posts during the day then sitting down at my desk in the evenings and just … staring. I do remember a couple– I need to talk more about the new desk and I want to review Ocean’s Echo by Everina Maxwell, which I really enjoyed, but I’m too knackered to do either of those things right now. So instead I’m just gonna complain for a couple of paragraphs and then go sit in a room with my wife and son for a while.

Two more. I can do this.

I survived, mostly

Managed to make it through the ILEARN practice test without any particular drama, other than that which is inherent to the genre of “practice versions of standardized tests,” then made it through the shortened blitz of the rest of my classes, once again teaching the exact same thing seven times in a row. I’ve been talking a lot more in the last two days than I usually do, and I got home and fell asleep on the couch for a couple hours. It was, indeed, a very good nap.

Oh, and I had a kid casually confess to me this morning that he came to school high, not because he’d been smoking or he wanted to but because those brownies that his mom left out, as he put it, “weren’t breakfast brownies.” He was over it by the time I saw him and he didn’t appear to have especially enjoyed the experience, so … I think I’m just gonna sit on it, and keep a close eye on him in the mornings? As much as I’d like to pretend otherwise I’m sure at least a third of these kids have weed out in the open in their houses at any given time, and this isn’t something that CPS or any other government agency is going to be interested in, and I have no particular interest in getting the kid in trouble for something that a) apparently no adult noticed; b) he admitted doing, c) caused no particular harm, and d) he didn’t seem likely to repeat. I’ll give it some more thought over the next few days, but I think this is going to stay as a “between me and you” thing for now.

(For the record, I almost always see him in the morning, and I didn’t today, so he probably either got to school late or without his iPad, and would probably therefore have spent the morning in the cafeteria being babysat with the other kids who weren’t able to take the practice test. Under ordinary circumstances I’d have had him second hour and you can for damn sure bet I’d have noticed if he’d come into class lifted. I don’t think I’m necessarily mad at the folks covering the caf for not noticing, though. There were a ton of kids in there and being high isn’t going to make him cause trouble and get noticed.)

I should have known

I got to work this morning to discover a thirty foot long, 10′ wide, 8′ high pile of bullshit manure mulch piled in the fucking teacher’s parking lot outside my building. Given that we were due to start official ILEARN prep today, and that tomorrow is the ILEARN practice test– which is reliably my least favorite fucking day of the year– I should have taken the hint, and turned around and gone home. Not only did my advisory– fucking advisory– have to meet the guy who worked at Previous District, not only did I have to teach through advisory, teach the exact same lesson seven times to my other classes, but I had to cover fucking ISS on my lunch break, and God damn it, I’m exhausted.

Then I got home and found out there was another fucking school shooting today– because of course there was– and do two hours of grading, and not it’s 7:22 PM and I guess I can relax for an hour or two before it’s time for bed and I have to go in tomorrow and administer the cursed fucking practice test. Which is literally two hours of me reading instructions out loud.

You can probably imagine how much the kids look forward to two hours of having instructions read to them.

Christ and fuck, I hate standardized testing.