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samedi 10 juillet 2010


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Laura Jones

I love this post for two reasons: 1. I am struggling with the idea of handing out food/candy myself and 2. its bold and honest.

I think handing out junk food is wrong, but it works.  They understand the language of Flamin Cheetos and will work towards them.  I have blogged about my struggle with food in the classroom but in sum, its just not a battle that I want to fight right now.  Hopefully year two or three I will have better classroom management so I don't have to bribe my class.  So don't get down on yourself too much for trying it out!

And I also love how you fully admit that your don't have a strong voice and you don't know what to do about it.  I have no advice.  Perhaps, there will come a day when you are so fired up that out of no where, you find your voice.  Not sure if that is at all comforting.


Glad to hear operation flamin hot Cheetos went well!  I taught the one day in 8th grade math and that was insanely difficult.  That experience will certainly pay off in the fall when our strategies may repeatedly fail.  The important part though is to continue to push on try new strategies.  MARCH ON CHRISTIAN SOLDIER!


As someone who watched "operation flaming hot cheetos" I am inspired to sing the praises of using rewards to reset the tone in a classroom that had a lot of negative habits building. I know we talked about this with Dani, but it was still so powerful to see in action. You did an excellent job of presenting the new 'modus operendi' with out dwelling on the negative reasons that we had to implement something new in the first place. It offered the kids a change of pace, a chance to forget their own failings and the feelings of being punished... and hey... bribery is effective, necessity/desire the mother of invention.


I'm not sure how helpful this example will be, but for what it's worth: the best teacher at my high school (not low-achieving, but plenty of dumb jock goof-offs) was a small, skinny older man named Mr. Wendell. He had kind of a high, nasal voice but everyone paid attention. At the hazy distance of 6 years, here's what I remember: He was funny, but he never made fun of himself (In my experience, it's often hard to respect a teacher who mocks himself; maybe I'm odd.). He had good visual aids (in his case, flannel maps of his own invention where he could place velcro labels and buttons). And he had these little plastic discs that he would hand out to students who answered questions and participated. At the end of class there was some deal where you brought up your discs to give back to him, and for every 3 that you had you got an extra credit point.

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