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Aliki McElreath
Aliki McElreath is a writer and college English teacher. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, two children (ages five and nine), a dog, a cat, and a rabbit.
 

November 6, 2009

The Feel Good Sundae

What do you, dear readers, think about this scenario? Your child’s teachers decide that it would be an effective learning/motivational tool to organize an ice-cream sundae party for all the children in that grade. This party would be connected closely to the child’s mastery of math facts—namely multiplication--the more tables the child masters, the more they are allowed to add to their sundaes. The child must even earn the spoon and the bowl. A child who has mastered all the multiplication tables could earn a sundae with all the works; a child who is struggling could, conceivably, only earn the plastic bowl or, perhaps, just the plastic spoon. Literally. Last year L.’s teachers held a pizza party with the same rules. L. ended up with just an empty paper plate, and a math sheet shaped like a pizza. This year, right up until the 11th hour, it was unclear whether or not L. would even get the ice cream. The scenario was complicated by the fact that Scott and I (and L., apparently) knew nothing until this Tuesday about how the kids were working towards ice cream sundaes. L.'s been struggling with the multiplication tables for months now. I ache for him, because the multiplication tables were the bane of my existence for a long, long, time (even today I freeze and experience a moment of panic when I have to multiply). L.'s situation is complicated by the fact he doesn't respond at all to long-term motivators and that he is not a quiz taker—he makes silly slip-ups; a moment’s distraction, like someone coughing, or brushing his elbow, can cause him to completely lose focus. As of Thursday at 9:00 a.m. he had only earned a bowl and a spoon. Good grief. It’s a tough line to walk, really—the one where you struggle not to undermine your child’s teachers while at the same time letting your child know you feel the injustice of it all, that you’re in his corner, that you’ll be his voice. On the one hand I understand that motivating students in this way can be effective—especially for kids who are competitive, and who really, really, want a sundae with all the works, and who are socially aware enough to feel ashamed if they don’t get it. But this method is a complete flop, and damaging, I believe, for kids who are struggling—whatever the reason—with some aspect of school, whether it be math, writing, or reading. Kids like L. who are impossible to motivate through long-term goal-setting just can’t work towards an end-goal like that. And activities like this ice cream party and the pizza party last year only serve to further alienate the child who is struggling in school, whatever the reason. They make him feel further isolated, and incapable—in his eyes, and in the eyes of his peers. Oh, that tough line we parents walk--it gets trickier and trickier every day. In the end, L. earned a bowl of vanilla ice cream, but me? I still have a bitter taste in my mouth. ************** I hated so much the thought that my son’s fragile sense of self-worth as a student took a huge blow this week over this ice cream sundae business that I decided that we would have our own ice cream sundae party at home—a Feel Good Sundae Party, as we dubbed it. I decided to connect my children’s accomplishments at home to ice cream toppings, just as they did at L.'s school, except at our house being kind earned you a maraschino cherry, finishing a homework sheet a pillow of whipped cream, and cleaning your room, all the rainbow sprinkles you wanted. I tied the goals to our own reward chart we use at home, and it was a sweet way to brighten up a difficult week. Cherries on top Happy Weekend!
November 4, 2009

Claiming

Not long ago, on an afternoon off, I took the kids downtown to our natural science museum--one of our favorite places. It's free, and there are tons of neat exhibits to roam around, and some impressive dinosaur skeletons here and there, poised in mid-lunge. When we were in the main dinosaur room I noticed another family there--a woman and man, and their infant son, who must have been about two months old. [more]

November 3, 2009

Anxious

It was strange to be back in the classroom on Monday. There’s nothing like missing practically an entire week of work to make you feel out-of-the-loop, and very, very far behind. I also noticed that while I have a hard time getting any students to come visit me in my office for a chat about misplaced modifiers, or parallel sentence structure, they didn’t seem to mind dropping by to ask me about my battle with the swine flu last week.

What were my symptoms?

How long did my fever last?

Was I really, really, really sick? [more]

November 1, 2009

Then and now

Back when I was a kid, sick days seemed a little golden, somehow, tinged with a magic to them, spun from something out-of-the-ordinary. It was never fun to be sick, but getting to stay home was like being given a chance to step back into those perfect days of very early childhood, when you could lie cocooned in bed, drifting in and out of sleep to the steady hum of household rhythms, or the comforting background of the television or radio noise rising and falling around you in waves and you waited. [more]

October 30, 2009

In the land of the living...

Every year for the past few years we've hosted a family Halloween gathering at our house. My kids love to decorate for Halloween, and I love the chance to host a holiday party--especially a party that involves cooking up ghoulish looking cookies and other Halloween-themed food. I was so prepared this year--in advance, for once. Weeks ago I bought the party plates and tablecloth, and I've been collecting recipes and party ideas, and browsing Halloween sites for what seems like forever.

It doesn't look like it's going to happen this year. Thanks, H1N1. [more]

October 28, 2009

Note from the trenches

You might feel the need to Lysol your computer monitor after all the H1N1 posts I've been putting up this week...

It must be some type of cosmic joke that after spending so much time wrestling with the H1N1 vaccine question and writing about it yesterday, I would come down with the flu.

THE flu. [more]

October 27, 2009

Irony and indecision

Irony
pronunciation: \ˈī-rə-nē also ˈī(-ə)r-nē\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural iro·nies
Etymology: Latin ironia, from Greek eirōnia, from eirōn dissembler
Date: 1502

the use of words to express something other than and especially the opposite of the literal meaning

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Spending weeks and weeks debating whether or not you should get the H1N1 vaccine for your children, making the decision to go ahead and do it, then finding out that you can't get the vaccine anywhere, even if you beg and plead, and wring your hands.

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October 26, 2009

Lying low

We had all kinds of busy and exciting things planned for the weekend: there was the vegetarian potluck on Saturday, and pumpkin carving, and an outing with friends, and we'd talked about a hike in the woods on Sunday, to celebrate the return of crisp, fall weather. But on Saturday morning, in the wee hours of the morning, T. woke me up by crawling into bed next to me and uttering the ominous words, "I don't feel very good." Then she settled her hot little body around mine and I lay awake, feeling an almost audible toll of some warning bell somewhere: fever, oh no! [more]

October 23, 2009

Feed the soul (again)

Something has happened to my internal clock, and to the internal clocks of my students, and my husband, and my poor children, who usually hop out of bed pretty wide awake every morning (my kids can go from asleep to awake in .2 seconds). Every day this week I've surfaced painfully from a deep sleep and every day this week I've had to drag both L. and T. out of bed. Even the dog has a hard time getting up. She follows me downstairs in the dark, but races to her second dog bed--the one in the office--to catch a little extra snooze time while I blow dry my hair. [more]