The email blasted all the teacher laptops: TESTING IS OVER!!!! The tubs have been turned in and amazingly enough, I had all the materials that I started with-counted, over and over-and in front of people. They will all be shipped off to some grading warehouse. I imagine it looks like the one in Reservoir Dogs, but with scantron machines set up in rows, while retired teachers, wearing rubber shoes, scan-in unison. My imagination runs away with me if I don’t have visuals.
I look at my calendar to see that I have five weeks of school left. Seriously? I see my class, staring back at me as if to say, “What now?”
So if you don’t know, these last weeks of school are “review” weeks. Translated, this could mean movie-watching-a-palooza. In the ten years I have taught, I have had little to no success in watching a movie in the classroom. I keep thinking, “I could do this at home, in my pink sweat pants.” The kids start talking, and soon-no one is watching the movie-except for the ONE kid sprawled out in front of the screen, annoyed with the rest of us.
So, like all other O.C. teachers, I ATTEMPT to plan things that will affect change in the lives of the students. Because, this is how all this teaching career stuff got started. But this year seems different. Did testing suck the life out of me? Do I still have a pulse? Did the Greg Mortenson news contribute to my creative flatline? Did I lose my powers like Samantha often did? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
In our last planning period, we were discussing what academic activities we had planned for the end of the year. It was my turn. Oh, yah-that. Things are…forth coming. Forth coming-a polite phrase to say, “I got nothing, and don’t know when I will have something.” I mumbled about a time-machine project that I have been tossing around in my brain for years.
I think I want to do more than create an engaging project. I want to do something that is far-reaching-that has a global perspective. At the end of the curriculum, there has to be something more-Oz, Wonderland, Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory????? What can I do to make the kids continue to love school? Because, I’m beginning to believe that this is a critical time to sell them on the idea that learning is fun.
So, we are writing a play. Not world-changing, but not a coma-inducing activity either. As always, the imagination pouring from my class makes me want to keep going back to work.
We could have done a readers’ theater, or pull a play from somewhere But, we have been there and done that. It is tIme to spark those synapses a bit after hours of testing has dulled our senses. The end of the year also means that the phrase “simple activities” is not part of my end-of-the-year-engage-the-kids vernacular. I’m still working on the Global Project, because it needs to be done. Performing arts, global awareness, and small children…oh the possibilities.
I also know that the 5th grade field trip is looming. Just think, hundreds of 5th graders, in a narrow cave-a mile under the earth, followed by a river boat ride. This is what dreams are made of. You never know who has claustrophobia, until it is too late.
For the next five weeks, I will be embroiled in Odysseus’s and Robin Hood’s journey to Wonderland. Maybe, I’ll find my mojo somewhere between the tea party and the battle with the Cyclops.