Friday, April 22, 2016

Open windows
and orange tulips
a red kite dancing in the sky
flown by a four-year-old boy, 
arm outstretched, head thrown back, laughing
garden gloves,
red ranunculus
and rich, brown soil, ready and waiting
Lucinda Williams,
cold beer in a chilled glass
squirt guns,
friendship,
sunshine &
sweat.
A good spring day.
~ Kim Wendel


Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Be the change you wish to see...

Standardized testing season is upon us, and once again, I’d like to offer a few thoughts and observations from the point of view of a teacher, parent, taxpayer, and engaged citizen. You might remember that last year I was adamantly opposed to the Common Core standards and the PARCC test.  This year I have had some time to implement curriculum aligned to the standards, to evaluate the standards, and to see my students and my own children meeting and exceeding the standards.  As a result, I can honestly say, for 10 year-old children and older, who are fed and clothed and living in safe shelter in a safe neighborhood where they can travel to school each day without fear, for children living lives rich with diverse experiences, the standards are alright, even good. For example, the first seventh grade reading standard asks for students to: “Cite several pieces of textual evidence to support analysis of what the text says explicitly as well as inferences drawn from the text.” The writing standards require students to evaluate evidence, to cite credible evidence to support their claims with logical reasons and evidence, to recognize bias, to acknowledge opposing claims, and to respond to those opposing perspectives with well-chosen, relevant evidence. 
One of the things I have taught my students through our reading, writing and research work is to suspend judgment when formulating an opinion and to evaluate and weigh research-based evidence before taking sides on important issues. These are critical life skills, and I am happy to report that nearly all of my students and my own children are mastering these skills, which are essential to maintaining an informed democracy.
However, when evaluating the standardized tests designed to measure students’ mastery of these skills taught, my assessment is not so rosy.  For starters, the PARCC tests take approximately 12 hours to administer, along with about 3 or more hours required to train the kids how to use the technology and to practice. 15 hours might not seem like much to you, but that’s 15 hours of instructional time lost in an already jam-packed school year. 15 hours is a small number, though, when you consider the hundreds of hours administrators, teachers and tech support staff have to put in to actually schedule, coordinate, ready the network, computers, iPads, and prepare for the tests. 15 hours is also a small number when compared to the millions of dollars being spent to implement these tests in the state of Illinois alone. 
And what do children and communities actually get for these arduous hours and excessive dollars spent?  Not much. Test results are not returned for about six months, so that by the time the scores come back, students have moved on to the next grade, which means teachers can’t reteach or remediate for those kids who failed to meet the standards. In addition, my students and my own children know that the tests have absolutely no bearing on their lives, their grades, nor their future placement in school.  In fact, their performance on these tests might improve or hurt their community’s property values (which I always think seems like an awful lot of pressure to put on the backs of 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15-year-olds), and/or it might help or hurt their school and their teachers. Some children may be led to believe that these test scores will impact their future placement, but they are being misled, and that troubles me.  I simply don’t believe in lying to kids. And why would we lie about this?  Only to “trick” them into trying?
True story:  Last week, as I was “prepping” my students for the tests, I encouraged them, saying, “I know that if you take the test and you do your best, you’ll do just fine. We’ve worked hard all year, and I know you can do these things.” One little seventh grade boy on an IEP raised his hand and asked, “What if we try our hardest and we still don’t do well? Will you lose your job? Will our school get in trouble?”  He was truly worried; I could see it on his face. I assured him that I would be okay if he didn’t do well, but my heart hurt a little bit. This twelve-year-old child was truly worried that if he didn’t “perform” well on this test, I might be punished, or even lose my job. This is not okay; he’s just a kid.  He should not be responsible for my performance evaluation, but that’s the situation we have created for our children. This high-stakes, pressure intense scenario hurts our kids and takes the joy out of learning. 
In the district where I teach, hundreds of students refused the test last year--about 50% of the students in our building did not take the test.  Our own children also refused the test; they were two of three children in their entire school to “opt out.”  Instead, they read books. For fifteen hours, our kids had the freedom and luxury to read books at school. They loved it, and I loved it. They read some beautiful books--I Am Malala, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone,  Where the Red Fern Grows...
Yet this year, as I can see and feel the Illinois State Board of Education breathing down our necks, I have debated whether or not our own kids should take the tests.  Last night, Olivia and I discussed the pros and cons of actually taking the tests after dinner.  “It would be good practice for future tests,” I said.
“Mom, I have been taking standardized tests since first grade.  I take tests all the time. I don’t need any more practice,” she said.  “I know how to take all kinds of tests.”
“I think you would do well, and it might help your school,” I said.
And then I actually said, "Everyone else in your class will be taking them.  You and Jack won't really make much of a difference in the anti-testing movement." 
I actually said, "Everyone else is doing it, so maybe you should too!" omg.
“15 hours, Mom! The only way can change these stupid tests is if people stand up and say no. This is a waste of our time. I'd rather be learning something. Reading would be a more valuable use of my time."

As you can see, my child is meeting and exceeding the standards.  Because I am not legally allowed to "opt her out," she will again have my permission to refuse to test if she chooses.  


Monday, March 3, 2014

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

If there is a heaven...

If there is a heaven,
It is in my grandma's hands,
her blue veins pushing against transparent skin,
wrapping over knotty knuckles,
running like tree branches over calloused palms.
To me, my grandma's hands are the life and the afterlife--
all the struggles, hard work, and joys--
eternity embodied in a woman's touch.

Grandma's hands pulled the weeds,
planted the flowers,
made the home where nine children grew up safely,
knowing they were loved
in hand-sewn clothes
and socks repaired with the swish of the darning needle.

My grandma's hands played ball and Checkers and Monopoly,
Made clothespin dolls, colored pictures,
Crocheted blankets for new babies,
and built sandcastles where grandchildren could play out their dreams.

My grandma's hands caressed a sick child's back,
Soothing her to sleep
and changed endless diapers, no matter how messy.
then washed them and hung them out to dry.

In my grandma's hands was unconditional love,
devotion,
hard work
and all its rewards.

And even though Grandma is gone...
She lives.

Her blood courses through my veins
and my father's and my cousins'
and all my aunts' and uncles',
and now through my own children's veins.

And all the lessons she taught us
Are with us still.
We see her when we pat the new baby's back
And swaddle him tight before laying him down to sleep.

Shhh...Hush little baby.
Grandma is here.

by Kimberley Fulton Wendel



Monday, March 11, 2013

Ups & downs

Today started at 3 a.m. with a crying, congested baby who had spit up in his bed, a 6:55 a.m. knock on the door from the guys here to install the new $4,000 furnace and a cat who decided to throw up his breakfast all over the dining room floor. Then I got to school, and was greeted by a student who brought me a flower, a long-stemmed, pink and white striped alstromeria, a little bit wilted and broken, but a precious gesture, nonetheless. I found time to have heartfelt conversations with several colleagues in the hallway, and ran into a friend at Starbucks and found a half an hour to sit and have a cup of coffee. Another day filled with life's ups and downs...another reminder of how blessed I am to be alive and breathing and to share the ups and downs doing the things I love with people I love.
Photo by Kim Wendel
2008
"It is our inward journey that leads us through time--forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling."

~ Eudora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings

Our inward journey

"It is our inward journey that leads us through time--forward or back, seldom in a straight line, most often spiraling."
~ Eudora Welty, One Writer's Beginnings
 Photo by Kim Wendel, 2012

Monday, February 25, 2013

Snowy school - Skokie School, Winnetka, IL February 2013
Photo by Kim Wendel

Sunset ride

Sunset ride - Lake Michigan, South Haven, Michigan 2008
Photo by Kim Wendel


Sleeping baby

Sleeping baby by the shores of Lake Michigan, Michigan City, Indiana 2012
Photo by Kim Wendel

What is really there

Rainbow set ~ Harris Lake, Winchester, Wisconsin Summer 2011
   
     "Things don't look the same through the camera," I said. "Not the way they are in real life.
     Putting the camera strap around his neck, he paused, then straightened.
     "Sometimes." He tilted his head to one said and spoke to himself in the mirror. 
"And sometimes pictures show us what is really there."
~ Patricia McLachlan, Journey