Ripple Effect #2

At the end of the school year Christine Rodriguez came to me and showed me a letter that Jenessa had written in her class after the Final Exam. Christine just had the students write about whatever they wanted once they finished the exam. Below is what Jenessa wrote.

"Personally I have really enjoyed my Junior Year and think it has been one of the best years of my life. I have had so many classes where I had to work hard and apply myself, but I learned so much about myself and how to treat others. I think one of the greatest experiences this year was getting to work with Amber and 11th grade special needs student. I sat next to her in 3rd period AP Biology and helped her do her assignments. It seriously was a roller coaster ride; some days I would be so happy because she understood the concept and there were others where I was really frustrated. I did all I could for her and can only hope I impacted her life as much as she did mine. I think it all became clear today when I walked into class dressed for my presentation and she just looked at me, a mixture of awe and respect in her eyes as she said 'Wow, you look pretty.' Coming from Amber, I knew that we had been through so much together and she really did respect me as a trusted friend."

If this doesn't demonstrate the impact of inclusion, then I don't know what does. Jenessa grew through this experience and so did Amber. In some way different kids got to experience something unique that hopefully will stick with them for a lifetime. I know this is true for Jenessa. She is such a great kid anyway, but the fact that she got to grow from all she experienced last year makes me extremely happy.

Bobby

Bobby has the best smile. He is all smile. Last year he brought more happiness to my class than any other student. Now he is in band playing the bass drum. He wanted to be in marching band so bad last year. This is probably one of the best examples of inclusion. During the first assembly I saw him banging away on the drum...in rhythm. He was so focused. And I was so proud. How cool is that he is in band.

Ripple Effect

Elliott is eating lunch with Claudia and the giraffes (Jazmin & Daniella). I know this means nothing to you, but to me it means that the full inclusion classes that Maizel and I taught have opened up friendships that would not have otherwise been possible. Just a little side note. Last weekend at church I was thinking about how much I need to blog all of these different things that have happened in the last year, but I wasn't sure if I should use actual names. If I don't use names though I'll forget. So, I'm using names, if you somehow read the random blog and you think this is a bad idea, then tell me. If I'm talking about you and you think I should use an alias let me know. I'm documenting for me more than anything else. So brace yourself. :) Or not. That sounds really ominous, and again no one else reads a blog that's updated every six months.

So back to using names. Elliott is one of the students that has been identified as having moderate to severe learning disabilities. To me he's just another kid with a big heart that wants to learn and doesn't want to disappoint anybody. His phrase last year was "I'm sorry." As in "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson...I'm sorry, Justin." Usually there was no reason for him to be sorry. I'll never forget his presentation last year with Marty. He drew the most incredible drawings in their presentations.

Soccer Joy

The quick version for soccer this current season is that winning is more fun than losing. The first two games the girls have done so great. The team won the first two games. The first game they won Grace and Sarah had the biggest smiles of pure joy on their face. Sarah had an assist, and Grace had a great clear out on defense that helped create the winning goal. The second game Sarah positioned herself right in front of the goal and then scored. She thrust her little arms triumphantly in the air and then immediately looked at the sideline. She was so proud. You should have heard the tone in Tracey's voice "My Sarah just scored a goal...oh my gosh!" I'm pretty sure her voice cracked just a little bit. Of course I had the camera in hand and got no picture, because I was too busy screaming...okay, maybe I was a little proud too. :)

Raise your hand if you had fun today?

Let me start by saying that I really lag at staying up on posting. I'm going to work my way backwards in time. Today at the end of my first period class I decided to ask my students if they had fun in class. It was just one of those days where I got to watch the light turn on for so many different students. They were totally engaged. Well, at least most of them were. It started yesterday when we did the first lab using microscopes. My favorite moment yesterday was Alexandra saying "Oh, I see it! I found it! How cool it looks sooooo different." All of that, and she was just looking at a letter "e" on the microscope. Today they got to look at evidence samples. This class started out at the beginning of the year and it gave me total anxiety. It is a combo class with Honors and CP students and 15 of the CP students are in Special Ed. I really wasn't sure what to expect. It's still a lot like work, but I feel like I'm getting some of the RSP students interested in Biology or at least more motivated to put in the effort. I had the sense today that they really had "fun" in class today. So I said "Raise your hand if you had fun today." 3/4 of the kids raised their hands. I followed that up by saying that we would continue looking at the evidence samples on Monday because they were so on task and so into what we were doing. Vicky Walker (the Special Education teacher that I'm working with) said "they" are usually only good for one or two days like this in a year. I said "Well, hopefully we can have 1-2 days like this every week or so."

Senior Retreat 2010

For the last couple of years I've considered going on a Senior Retreat at Diamond Ranch. Two years ago I felt guilty because I wasn't able to go. Then when students got back from the trip I heard nothing but positive comments about how meaningful it was for these students. Last year I helped persuade some students to go. The caveat was, "I'll go if you go Mr. Anderson." "I'm going this year" I said. Well I got half way up the mountain in 2009. Then it snowed on the way up. No problem. That's what chains are for...until they break. Then I couldn't attend the make-up session because it fell on the same weekend as mom's 55th birthday. No way was I going to miss that day. So I didn't go. There were some disappointed kids when I informed them that I wasn't going to be able to make it. Fortunately, when they came back they still had a wonderful experience.

Now 2010 rolls around, and the retreat was scheduled for the Spring...on mom's birthday again. I really didn't want to miss her birthday, but when I explained the situation to her, she understood. Mom is cool like that.

I suppose I sort of knew what to expect, but not to the level that it would impact me. It was an amazing experience for the young men and women that had the opportunity to attend. Jam packed with fun, honesty, openness, self-reflection, and encouragement for the future. I have amazing colleagues that are willing to open themselves up to students in order to provide guidance and encouragement to these kids. I was so impressed by the things that were shared by students and staff. I was also impressed by the acceptance that everyone had of each other and the ability of these kids to be so open about personal experiences. Obviously, the retreat is well planned out, but unless the sessions and conversations are embraced and accepted by the students then it would be meaningless.

One of the things that I have taken away from the retreat is that these kids have gone through so much at this point in their lives, but they are resilient. So many of these kids have damaged homes. Parents try to do their best, but it turns out that parenting is difficult. Every kid is different. Every parent is different. What works with one child, may not be effective for another. As a dad I know that my three girls are all very different, and yet somehow, I'm supposed to know exactly what to do, what to say, and how to say it, but it's impossible to get it right every time. Just like these kids' parents, I try to do my best, based upon my past experiences and what I learned growing up. I love my parents, but they weren't perfect. I'm just trying to do my best, just like they did. But I blow it, just like every parent that has ever walked this planet.

Inclusion - "Using RNA"

Just recently I was teaching my AP Biology class about viruses. I was explaining that viruses, specifically bacteriophages, inject their genetic material into bacterial cells and take over the machinery of the bacteria, which forces the cell to make proteins for the virus. As soon as I finished making this statement, Chris chimes in "using RNA." I was totally floored by this statement, because Chris was making the connection from a previous concept that was covered in my class. He knew that protein synthesis involves using RNA. Since the viruses use the bacteria to make protein, then naturally they must be using RNA. What is so awesome about this statement is that Chris has a traumatic brain injury and is one of the students in the Moderate-Severe program that is enrolled in my AP class. The inclusion program has been more than just the social growth that has taken place, it is also about "meaningful learning" as Maizel would say.

Right after Chris said "using RNA." Jocelyn said "and DNA", because the genetic material is DNA. Jocelyn wanted to demonstrate that she knows what's going on too. By the way, Jocelyn is a student with Down Syndrome.

Every week there are moments like this, that confirm the inclusion classes have been worth the extra work. If you had told me on the first day of this class, that Chris would be volunteering insightful answers to unasked questions, then I would have said "No way." The first day of class Chris was feeling so much anxiety from this completely new room filled with 35 students, that he had his knees pulled up to his chin with his lanky arms wrapped them, and he was rocking back and forth. He wanted no part of this new classroom. But the school year would not be the same without him in my class.