This semester, my classroom has changed significantly. I have implemented a ticket reward system, where students get tickets for responding to questions, exhibiting great classroom behavior, staying on task, etc. They can use the tickets to buy coupons at the “Narastore” for listening to their ipod during class work, homework passes, and tardy passes.
In addition, I have been much more diligent about homework. I have put up a public chart that shows who has turned in homework, and if a student is missing three assignments at any time, they have a homework detention where they catch up with my help. I have also taken class time to individually ask every student if they turned in the homework, and why they haven’t if that’s the case.
In addition to these structures, I have aspired to develop higher level lessons that focus more on evaluating work and defending positions instead of simply defining terms. After working so hard on getting background knowledge last semester, my class is equipped to have educated discussions about literature.
I am not sure if it was the changes I have made, the psychological benefit of a new semester, or some other unexplained phenonama, but my classes have significantly improved in behavior, participation, and knowledge.
The best example is probably a student I’ll call Pabl0.
Pablo is an English language learner who is probably at a second or third grade reading and writing skill. Last semester, Pablo came consistently to my class and sat there and did nothing. He would frequently talk to other students while I was teaching, and handed in maybe two or three assignments total. On his semester final, he answered short response questions with such gems as “this class is so gay it look like a gay person”, “this class is boring”, and “I hate this class”.
It was easy to become upset at Pablo. It was tempting to just blame everything on him. After being frustrated with him and other students like him for too long, I tried to get at a solution. Students like Pablo were the reason I used hours of my Christmas break to develop new class systems, for better or for worse.I had no idea if my changes would be effective, but I couldn’t stand just letting the inaction continue.
Four weeks into this semester, Pablo has handed in every assignment. He has even handed in reading sheets, which log reading time outside of class. (my students are required to read for 80 minutes outside of class every week – needless to say, students like Pablo, who have a tenuous grasp of the English language, view these sheets as torture). Perhaps the best moment of my semester came on Thursday. We were discussing mass hysteria in preparation for reading The Crucible. Students were supposed to find read about McCarthyism and the Salem witch trials and find commonalities between them. The assignment required reading skill, patience, and high-level critical thinking. It was the type of assignment that I expect about 1/3 of my students to “get”, 1/3 to somewhat understand, and 1/3 to completely miss. I expected Pablo to be in the bottom 1/3.
As I monitored the class, Pablo came up to me. “Is this right?” he asked, pointing to the question that asked for the commonalities. He had written, “There were a lot of people died”. I was ecstatic. I told him he was partially right, although McCarthyism didn’t involve death. He was right though, both situations were dangerous for some people. Later, when the class was having a discussion, I asked for volunteers to share their answers for that question in front of the house. Pablo’s hand shot up. He proudly shared his answer in front of the class, and I explained again to the class that even though people didn’t die in McCarthyism, they were in danger.
You’re probably thinking…that answer sucked. There are a lot better commonalities to find, and he wasn’t even 100 percent correct.
You are right. It was a low-level answer. However, Pablo not only participated in the activity, he read and critically thought about the text. I can’t imagine how hard the activity was for him, but he persevered in it. That day, he made a huge step forward. He not only dug to find an answer, but he got to share his answer in class. He was on track.
It was a victory. I have to count them all, otherwise its too overwhelming. If things like this keep happening, I’m going to fall in love with teaching.