Running around
I’ve recently started getting serious about running. There’s something about it that clears my head and keeps me grounded. It’s not that I particularly like running, though. I’ll often question myself at the start of a run, wondering what I’m doing there, staring at the pavement and my feet and hoping they will slow down or just stop altogether. But then I lose all control and the pain goes away and I can breathe and think without worrying about the next step, or the next day or the next mile.
I’ve gotten so into running lately that I started a Run Club at school for the kids. As part of our elective program, I get to run during school hours with a group of about 14 students. Some are a bit lazy, but most of them are invested in getting better and running further each week. For those kids, it’s worth all the work. And as part of my work with them, I wanted to integrate a some good ol’ goal setting into the program since, as I tell the kids, running is all about setting goals.
It’s true, really. Unlike some of my classroom mantras, this one is not as much of a stretch. As a new runner myself, I’ve set goals every few weeks and started tracking my progress and pushing myself further and further. Just this weekend, I met my 5 mile mark with ease. Just a month ago, I wouldn’t have made it. But consistency and a solid, ambitious, yet realistic goal, has gotten me there.
For the kids, this type of thinking doesn’t necessarily come naturally. It needs to be spelled out, and repeated and discussed and illustrated and played out in their daily lives. So that’s what I’ve done. The runners keep track of their progress and thoughts about each run in a Goal Journal I keep in my classroom. And they have two distance goals I’ve set for them this trimester.
The first, a 5k (3 mile) run, was a success for the two that showed up on time (the third kid was too late). The race was last weekend and, spanning from the Art Museum along West River Drive, it’s a beautiful route. The boys that showed up were not completely convinced they would make, but I was sure the adrenaline provided by the hundreds of fellow runners would pull them through. It was my first race so I, too, was depending on their presence to make it.
The run itself wasn’t as bad as I expected. I had only run 3 miles once before, so I wasn’t sure how I’d feel. There’s always a fear in the back of my mind that prevents me from feeling confident. What if I step wrong, sprain an ankle, my knee starts to buckle, I get a headache…I have to pee! But, like always, 10 minutes in I forgot all that and just ran.
I decidedly stayed back with one of the boys, JP, to keep an eye on him. We talked here and there to keep our minds distracted, and at one point, JP said,
“If I finish this race, Mr. Manassero, I will be so proud of myself. I’ll know I can do anything.”
And I had nothing to say but to agree with him. It made up for the fact that 11 of his classmates were still home sleeping. And it provided just enough motivation to probably last a marathon.
But I stopped at the 3 mile mark. Because that was our goal.
Our next race is an 8k (5 miles) in two weeks. I’ve ratcheted up the training and am signing up all the kids, whether the cross the finish line running or not.
This whole running thing may just turn out to be my favorite part of teaching.
- Jeff
No rest for the wicked
I can’t even wait to get home for this one.
It’s been a real challenge to teach in the heat this week and last. With a sharp increase in the temperature outside, our students have become lethargic and slow. It doesn’t help that my classroom can get to 85 degrees on the worst days, either. So today one of my 6th graders fell asleep during independent work. I usually just poke them awake, but decided to have some fun today.
I left Waheem sleeping as the bell rang, and dismissed his classmates in silence. I whispered to stay quiet as my next class crept to their seats. We started class, and about 5 minutes later he awoke to some chatter and realized what had happened. The look on that little boy’s face was priceless. Obviously embarrassed and probably terrified, he got up and left my classroom. I felt kind of bad about it, but it’s a lesson he won’t soon forget.
It got me through the day, at least.
- Jeff
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- Jeff
It looked a lot like Christmas
I know it’s April. I’m under no delusion that this post has taken far too long to write down. I think I needed some time away from it, though, to really make sense of it.
December, as a month during the school year, isn’t really much of anything. Learning, although likely happening from time to time, is mostly pushed aside. The holiday season, in all its glory, takes center stage. Growing up, I remember Christmas time at school. Usually informal, my teachers would have us make gifts for our families and they would decorate their rooms with nondescript holiday colors. Maybe it was the 90′s, but my teachers and schools were overwhelming PC about the whole thing. There weren’t any Christmas songs playing or Santa hats worn. I recall being told not use green and red to decorate our middle school winter dance, and I thought to myself, “well that’s a bit much,” but I went along with – not wanting to leave anyone out. And so it went. As an adult, I came to adopt a very casual relationship with the holiday. Outside my family and friends, I refused to say Merry Christmas to strangers. And even within my circles of friends, I didn’t like using the term “Secret Santa” for our gift exchanges. Perhaps too sensitive, it nonetheless made me feel more comfortable about the whole thing. It is, after all, an entire month long.
And so when Christmas time rolled around at my school this year, where I was no longer a student but a teacher – I was, in the very least, a bit shocked when I saw this:
Now, you might be thinking to yourself, “what’s the big deal?” I’ve asked myself the same question. But my answer, as it’s developed, has been a resounding “everything about it.” Let me explain.
Schools can be, and probably should be, a place for religious expression. But I have a problem when that religious expression is monopolized by a singular faith. And the truth is, most of the schools in this country serve predominantly Christian populations. So the story goes – Christmas, and Christian beliefs, including creationism, moral commandments, and other holidays become the go-to for school celebrations and norms. No one questions it, and when they do – they are demonized, ostracized or deemed too politically correct. I’ve seen people be accused of stealing Christmas for not wanting to push it on others (who might be Christian or not). There’s a whole narrative around this that Bill O’Reilly rails on every December. As he, and others like him, see it – the majority rules. Christians have a right to say Merry Christmas to whoever they want in whatever fashion they deem appropriate.
Suddenly, people seem to think it’s ok to have kids at a public school make ornaments for an evergreen tree, or take pictures with a santa. These are all strong symbols of a Christian holiday, and although my school doesn’t allow the Ten Commandments to be posted in classrooms, or crosses to be hung above doors, it’s almost sending the same message. I’ve seen muslim kids be denied from participating in our holiday program because they couldn’t wear santa hats or sing to the tune of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” (a song, I admit, transcends religions). And I see the way kids get sucked into the holiday without realizing what it’s all about. It belittles and makes irrelevant the religious beliefs and celebrations of other cultures, and makes people who don’t do it home feel out of place and left out. Indirectly, it rewards those who grow up in a Christian household and leaves others questioning their place in a Christian-dominated society without the context to build their own.
And if we’re going to celebrate religious holidays, we do it across the board. We do it to learn about, not necessarily to celebrate, the beliefs, values or traditions of other people. You can imagine my dismay, then, when during the week of Halloween, our administration made an announcement prohibiting the recognition of Halloween. No decorations, no candy, no costumes. I found it odd. I found it contradictory. And it proved the point I’m trying to make. The only reason they made that announcement was because Halloween, to some Christian families, represents a pagan, anti-Christian holiday. Like the parents that condemn Harry Potter because it’s witchcraft, these families don’t want their kids exposed to anything outside their religious comfort zone. Religious expression, it seems, is ok as long as it fits the norm and is approved by the majority.
That brings us to my point. With all this happening, it becomes reasonable to fall back on the belief that religious expression has no place at school. If it can’t be done with an eye for inclusiveness and the celebration of diversity, then it shouldn’t be done at all. And then we end up missing out on the potential to expose our young people to other cultures and beliefs altogether. As it seems all too often, it’s a case of all or nothing. On this topic, I choose nothing.
- Jeff
Spring
My mom’s visit last week was hectic and fun and way too short. We managed to accomplish a lot in the house, but the most memorable thing my mom left behind were her photos of our beautiful street. Spring has sprung, and with it our street was in bloom.
So dramatic, isn’t it?
And then we played in it for a while.
- Jeff
14 to 24 to 34
I was only 14 during the last census, so I don’t really remember much about it. Undoubtedly counted in my family household, I didn’t really participate. I do remember, though, reading through 2000 census data tables during college. There was a lot of information in those numbers, and so I’ve really enjoyed being a conscious citizen (and 24 years of age) during the most recent enumeration of our country’s population. I’ve also found it to be the perfect teaching opportunity. Just like the recent Presidential election, I had to take advantage of teaching the census since it doesn’t come around all that often.
And so I tied the census into my African American History curriculum and explained the relationship between representation and the 3/5th clause during slavery. I also got to bring in a guest speaker from the census, and copied my blank census form for the kids to fill out. They walked away with a good understanding of its purpose and history, and we had some fun with the same numbers I crunched in college. All in all, a good opportunity to think about the intersection between history and the real world.
Just last week, I found this great website by the Census Bureau that shows the participation rate at national and local levels. You can even zoom in on your county or neighborhood (they call it a tract) and see the percentage of people who have turned in their census. It even compares your neighborhood’s participation to the last census, and to the state and national average. Color-coded for ease of comparison, the colorful map can tell stories on its own. Scrolling through Philadelphia’s map, I can compare a wealthy neighborhood, like my neighborhood (58-67% submitted), to a low-income area, like the neighborhoods along Broad street (33-38% submitted). Take a gander and play around a bit. You’ll probably be surprised by how much fun the census can be.
It’s strange to think that the next time the census rolls around, I’ll be 34. And my students – the same ones who scream when someone farts – will be 24.
- Jeff
“Mrs. Manassero”
Spring has sprung. Spring break has begun. And my mom is here. It’s been a while since she paid a visit last year, and I was excited at the thought of having a restful break without too much traveling. I made sure she arrived a few days early to catch a glimpse of my classroom and meet some of my students. So, for the last two days, we made the rounds at Discovery. The kids were eager to ask questions about life back in California and kept asking about my most embarrassing childhood memories. It was fun to see my students so curious and excited to meet her, and equally as satisfying to share this part of my life with my mom.
For the rest of the week, we’ll be adventuring into wild Philadelphia – touring, enjoying the sun and redecorating my house. More updates (and stories) to come.
- Jeff
Extra curricular
My school’s elective program is kind of messy. Back in the fall, we were told a week before school started that every teacher would be in charge of teaching an elective of their choice. Every day. All year. Thankfully, it’s turned out better than I expected. Ungraded, under supervised and completely student focused, the electives program offers students a variety of extra curricular paths to follow and remain engaged with throughout the week. If they hate the academics of school, the idea goes, at least they’ll have something to invest themselves in at school. Despite the often-frantic planning, I think we’re lucky to have a program that allows students to spend part of their day learning about things that are as off-topic and non-traditional as German, Robotics, Drumming and Yoga. The list goes on, and every trimester, we get to shake things up and offer a new slew of classes.
My first elective was student government. It was a feeble attempt to relive the glory days of my own schooling and ended up being a disappointment. The only meaningful output was our school climate survey, which I wrote about before. This trimester, I chose to go with a topic that excited and enthused me – teaching American Sign Langauge. I took two years of ASL in college and have been looking for a way to stay in practice, so it just made sense.
Definitely obscure for my students, ASL was a popular choice and I ended up with a good group of kids that took on the language with intense interest and dedication. There are a few that can out-sign me at this point. Kind of embarrassing, I sometimes let them lead the class in whatever topic we explore.
And, as our culminating project for the trimester, a small group from the class interpreted a song in ASL and performed it for the school last month. I was so, so very proud of them. Check out a scaled down version of the performance below, which we’ve also posted to YouTube. Our goal is to reach 1,000 hits by the end of the year. So…watch as many times as you’d like. Enjoy!
- Jeff
Note: I have received the permission of all the participant’s guardians to publicly broadcast this performance. Just a disclaimer for those of you worried about my legal obligations.









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