Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts

Sunday, April 15, 2012

What I Did Over My Vacation

Teachers love to assign this topic to kids after vacations.  And we always expect the kids to tell us amazing things.  Instead we get these "bed to bed" stories of trips to Pennsylvania (I woke up at 5, got dressed, and went in the car).  By the time we finally get to Pennsylvania, we are bored and wondering why we ever gave this assignment.  But here I am, writing my own vacation essay.  I am going to title mine - What I Learned Over My Vacation.  I have so much to tell.


Lesson 1: Don't stress over travel arrangements.

  • I worry.  I worry about making our flight.  I worry about missing connections.  I worry that the snowstorm in Canada will slow me down in Phoenix.  I worry that I won't be sitting with my family, will lose my ID, will be hungry with no time to buy food.  So, because I worry, I plan.  I overplan.  I buy enough food for a week to take on the plane.  I check for my ID about 12 times before boarding.  I make my family get to the airport 2 hours early, even when we are leaving at 6 in the morning.  And, what I learned was, putting my family through all the stress and spending the day fighting (stress will do that to two tired parents and one teenager), is not worth it. This time, I planned and let it go.  I forced myself to be cheerful and accept the delay in Bakersfield that almost had us miss our Phoenix connection.  I allowed myself only some food and knew we would not starve to death.  I actually had fun on the flight with my family.  What a difference.
  • This made me think about planning in school.  I tend to hate changes in our schedule.  Field trips are a chore and a worry.  Assemblies throw off the whole day.  We won't even talk about changes for testing.  But now...I am going to plan and let go.  So we won't do math today because we got to see an amazing speaker talk about changes in the Arctic.  No reading today while we listen to an assembly about good nutrition.  And let's enjoy the trip to Old Bethpage Village Restoration instead of worrying whether or not we will see everything and make it back on time. Take the time to see the baby goats and eat lunch later.
Lesson 2: Stop the car often.
  • We love taking these trips that are basically road trips around a state.  But we have a schedule.  Drive here...see this.  Move to that hotel and see that.  Time is of the essence.  This trip was a little less scheduled.  We had more time in each place so we got to stop the car when we wanted to.  And that led us to some amazing discoveries.  Did you know that in Mohave California there is a little thrift shop full of old furniture, cool clothes, and lots and lots of books?  And the owner of the shop is jealous that we live on Long Island.  She has always wanted to visit.  She lives in this amazing state and wants to come where we are.  Did you know that there is a place called the California Old Faithful?  It's a cheesy little place with an actually geyser (although I wouldn't be surprised to find it was really a pump underground)?  We stopped, paid our $7 a piece to get in, and, not only saw the geyser, but got to pet the animals on the ground.  We fed the llamas and the goats, listened to the sheep, and had fun taking pictures of the baby goats.  We did not expect this at all but it was a fun time.
  • Back to school.  I forget, sometimes, to stop the car.  We are running so much to get everything in that I often forget that sometimes you have to stop.  When a child comes in telling us about a new baby in the family, we need to take time to see the pictures.  When we hear about a tornado in a state where our skype friends are, we need to take time to call them to see if they are okay.  When we find ourselves fascinated with the 1930s because we just finished Bud, not Buddy, we must take some time to head to the library and find pictures to look at and books to read.  So it's not in the curriculum.  But it is worth stopping for.
Lesson 3: Act like a tourist.
  • This was a conversation we had with ourselves a lot.  "Do I look like a tourist?"  "You have a huge camera hanging around your neck.  I think you look like a tourist."  For some reason, we think looking and acting like a tourist is embarrassing.  Try to fit in.  But this vacation, my daughter walked around taking pictures of everything...people, buildings, animals, murals.  She got us to realize that, if we try so hard not to be tourists, we will miss some amazing sites.  
  • In school, we often forget that our students our tourists in our classrooms.  The material we are covering is as new to them as Haight-Ashbury was to Ali.  They need to be given time to explore, examine, ask questions, act silly...act like a tourist.  Let's remember to give them that time.
Lesson 4: Find the beauty in all the places you go.
  • We traveled around northern California and saw some amazing country.  But we also saw some incredible poverty, sad looking homes, people living on streets.  My first reaction to these places was fear and sadness.  My daughter, however, saw beauty.  She pointed out the little garden in front of the tin roofed shack.  She noticed the colorful headband that the homeless girl was wearing.  She stopped to listen to the drummer on the street trying to make some money (yes, we paid him).  She didn't feel fear or sadness.  She just felt people.  What a wonderful way to live.
  • In the classroom, we have students who struggle every day.  We can feel bad for the child with a learning disability, fear for the child who is difficult to control, and sorrow for the child with a hearing impairment.  Or we can look at these children and find their beauty.  The child with the learning disability might be the most motivated child in the class.  The little engine that could can teach us all how to persevere.  The child who is difficult to control might just teach us not to worry so much about control.  Because when he is allowed to walk around while he talks, he tells us some amazing things about history or art or science.  And the child with the hearing impairment might not be able to share our music with us or the pleasure of our read aloud, but he can show us how the light in the room creates shadows beautiful enough to draw.  Find the beauty all around you.
Lesson 5: Keep all conversations about the future to a minimum.
  • Driving for hours tends to get us talking.  And, when there is a teenager in the car, the topic we adults most want to address is preparing for college and a career.  Unfortunately, since it is a teenager we are having these conversations with, this often leads to tears and yelling.  So the rule was, talk about what we are seeing unless she brings up the conversation about the future.  It made the ride so much more pleasant.
  • As teachers, we spend our year preparing our students for the following year.  Even our new Common Core Standards are designed to prepare our students for college and beyond.  We need to remember that our children haven't even experienced the year they are in now.  They don't care about next year or 5 years from now.  Why should they?  Let's enjoy the moment and help them feel good about what they are accomplishing this year instead of what they need to accomplish next year.
Lesson 6: Air travel needs perks again.
  • I always loved to travel when I was a kid.  You would get that little bag of peanuts while you waited for your meal.  The meal was always a surprise.  Was it pot roast with gravy and potatoes?  Was it turkey with cranberry sauce?  For a kid coming from a kosher home, these meals were amazing.  It was one of the few times I was allowed to eat non-kosher food (kosher meals were not an option on American planes then). There was always some kind of dessert with the meal, too.  And then, as we sat on the plane, the flight attendant would come over with a pillow and a blanket, crayons, and a wing pin.  So much fun.  I would read my book, play with my puzzle magazine, write notes to my sister, and just enjoy the flight.  Today, no peanuts, no meals, no pins, no crayons, blankets only on request and only if they are available.  Even movies are available for a price.  I miss the perks.
  • In school, I used to have perks.  Each year, I had this amazing unit I did with my students.  We studied our cultures, read about them, created projects, and then, invited parents to come in with a rice dish from their culture for a big Heritage Luncheon.  I was known for this.  Kids would come into the room asking if we were going to have a Heritage Lunch.  Parents would start to ask about it during Back to School Night.  It had nothing to do with my curriculum but the children learned so much about each other.  Now, no time for perks.  If it's not in the curriculum, it doesn't get done.  I need to fix that.  I need to bring back the perks.  I need to have a Heritage Luncheon, or make candles, or raise class pets, or read exciting books and then watch the movie versions.  I need the perks.  The kids will not remember the essay they learned to write.  But they will remember the time the newt got out and we chased it around the room (yes, that really happened).  
Those are my lessons from vacation.  What did you learn on your last vacation?

Saturday, January 2, 2010

An Interesting Vacation


Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation.  This was a long one, running from December 24th to January 4th.  I had every minute planned out and was really looking forward to the vacation.  And then reality hit.


We were supposed to head to Florida on the 24th, spending most of the vacation visiting my sister in Weston and my mother-in-law in Margate.  I haven't seen my sister or my five year old nephew, Henry, in about a year and haven't seen my 90 year old mother-in-law in about 2 years.  My brother-in-law and his wife were also coming, as were my husband's nephew with his three teenage boys.  The last time we saw this nephew, he was a teenager himself.  It's been quite a while.  So we bought Christmas gifts, spoke on the phone about all the arrangements for our big Christmas get together, hooked up on Facebook, and began to get excited.  


The plan was we were staying with my sister, who would pick us up at the airport on Thursday night.  Friday, Christmas day, we would head over to my MIL's early and see the Parisi clan, bringing my Jewish sister, her husband, and my nephew along for a big Christmas day. (I love mixing the holidays.)  

We had a few days to spend with the Parisis before Frank's brother headed back to Arizona and his nephew headed back to Texas.  We were going to go fishing, parasailing, and boating.  We were going to sit around the house and talk.  We were going to laugh and hug and catch up.  Ali, my daughter, would meet her cousins and hang out with three teenage boys! Once the Parisis all left, we would spend more time with my sister and nephew, taking them to the beach, going off to play tennis. Ali and Henry were going to spend a day at tennis camp while my sister and I took my MIL shopping.  


On the last day of my trip, I was going to hook up with Lee Kolbert, having lunch, sunning at the beach, hanging out.  I would come back tanned and relaxed, with four days left to do school work, laundry, and shopping before school started.  Ahhhhh!



So what happened?  First, we left our New York airport 15 minutes late.  This brought us to our connecting airport, Philadelphia, too late to catch our plane.  Remember the huge snow storm that brought my house 25 inches of snow?  That backed up flying so much that the airlines were very quick to give away our seats early.  And the soonest they could get us on another flight was Monday.  That's Thursday to Monday.  By Monday, we would have missed the whole Parisi clan.  So we turned around and came home.


On the way home, with Ali crying, me crying, my sister crying on the phone, we tried to find the silver lining.  Maybe we could go skiing instead.  Maybe we could head into the city to some museums.  Maybe we could find some new restaurants to try, go to some movies, etc.  But, on the way home, my throat started....



Well, by the time we got home, I had a lovely cough.  In fact, it was so bad that I couldn't sleep through the night.  I was exhausted waking up at 3 in the morning.  Then the lightheadedness and runny nose started.  Before I knew it, I was flat on my back in bed for the week. So we didn't go skiing, or to the museums, or to new restaurants.  We did go to the movies twice, me fully stocked with cough drops to make it through. After each one, we headed home so I could go back to bed.


This morning, Saturday, I woke up with the realization that I had slept through the whole night without coughing.  It took the entire vacation.  This should be the crummiest vacation ever.  But it wasn't.  

I certainly rested enough.  And, while I really hated being sick and coughing and blowing my nose, it was kind of nice to have a reason to stay in bed all day.  I really think I needed to do that.  And, I spent some great time with my family at home.  We pulled out all the old movies of Ali.  Hours of us staring at an infant (why did we think that was so exciting when she was born?), hours of her funny jokes and conversations, great moments of her explanations as to why she was crying.  (My favorite one - "Why are you crying?"  "Daddy sent me to my room." "Why did he send you to your room?  What did you do?" "I climbed on the dishwasher." "And what did Daddy say?" "He said, No climbing on the dishwasher." "So what did you do?" "I climbed on the dishwasher.") We also did lots of cooking together: two trays of cookies, an apple pie, chicken stew, and spaghetti sauce.  And the best part of that was I wasn't allowed to really touch the food since I was germy so I just hung out and watched.  We shopped, using up all my holiday gift cards.  I connected with quite a few online friends, had a great meeting with Paul Bogush, Karen Janowski, and Christine Southard about our Educon 2.2 presentation, and worked quite a bit on the book I am writing with Brian Crosby.



So silver lining?  Had we made it to Florida, I would have loved seeing everyone but it would have been hectic trying to see my MIL and my sister all at the same time.  I would have been in my sister's house keeping everyone awake with my coughing. There would have been no time to relax, which is what I really needed to do after the first half of this school year.  And my husband, daughter, and I, who have all been overly busy since September, wouldn't have had so much time to bond with each other.


It did take me until now to see the silver lining.  I did spend quite a bit of time feeling sorry for myself.  But I know now that I am rested, happy, and ready to go back to work.  And that is what vacation is all about - a time for renewal.


I think my New Year's Resolution is going to be to search harder for the silver lining when a gray cloud comes into my life.  There always is one.  And it's time to stop wallowing and start enjoying whatever life brings. Don't you agree?


Happy New Year!







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'happy christmas everybody!
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'Have a splash this year
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'i hate jetblue
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'Anti-Cough.
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'A Toast to the New Year!
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Saturday, August 8, 2009

My Vacation?

It is August. The summer is winding down and I am here in Arizona on a family vacation. We have been traveling the state - visiting my brother-in-law in Tucson, driving up to Mt. Lemmon, hiking around the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert. Today we spent an exhausting, exhilarating day in the Grand Canyon. I love spending time with my family and am truly loving this vacation. Tomorrow we head to Sedona. We are considering renting ATVs to ride around the mountains.

And now I am settled down for the night. My husband and daughter are watching television. I was watching with them for a while but my mind was churning. You see, as much as I love this vacation, love summer, love hanging out with my family, I can't s
eem to stop thinking about school. So here I am editing wikis, planning projects, emailing collaborators. And I am wondering what is wrong with me. Why can't I just relax and do nothing?

In fact, my husband, who is also a teacher, and I spent our car ride through the Petrified Forest discussing how the area is a perfect example of weather erosion. "How," we discussed,"could we demonstrate this for our students in the classroom?" We actually spent about an hour brainstorming objects we could use to show the formation of a mountain due to an earthquake. Pancakes? Tortillas? Sand? Mud? Clay? Paper and water? We promised ourselves that as soon as we got home we would try out a few ideas. In the meantime, I pulled out my ITouch and recorded all our ideas for later listening.

I am excited about the science lessons racing through my brain. I am enriched by my trip through the desert. I am energized by this vacation. And, maybe, just maybe, that is what vacations are all about for teachers. Not necessarily a time to relax and do nothing. But a time to reenergize. And, for me, a trip to the desert is the perfect solution to end-of-year burn out.

Friday, August 10, 2007

All About Vacations

August's O, The Oprah Magazine gave some interesting statistics about Americans and vacations. The average polltaker on Oprah.com has 14 vacation days per year. 14!

As a teacher, I have the luxury of many more than 14 vacation days. Contractually, I work 183 days per year, 7 hours per day. That's what my contract says. My contract also gives me one hour of duty free lunch each day, although I do understand that many teachers in the country do not have that same privilege.

So what does that mean for me? Most non-teachers think it means I have a part-time job...that I work my 7 hours and go home, finished for the day, free to partake in hobbies, side jobs, fun. Most non-teachers think that three weeks of vacation per year, 2 months off in summer, and all those extra national holidays means that I have plenty of time for travel, visiting with family and friends, playing.

Why then, when my IGoogle countdown shows I have 25 days left of summer vacation, was I in school today working? And why, then, were most of the school staff with me? Why have I been talking all summer to my teacher friends online and finding that they all were in their classrooms, or in the library, or online doing work that would enhance their classroom next year? Why do I come to work an hour early each day, joining the majority of staff members? Why do so many of us work through that duty-free lunch, stay until dinner time, spend extra hours on district committees, taking education classes, meeting with students and parents?

When I first started teaching, I took a class with a teacher who laughingly told us all that every time she traveled, she searched for books and souvenirs that she could bring back to her classroom. She went sightseeing with her classroom in mind, taking pictures and choosing activities that would lend themselves to lessons. I remember thinking then that this teacher needs to get a life. How sad that she couldn't even enjoy her vacation.

Last week I went to Niagara Falls...the Canadian side. I was unplugged from the computer for four days (which was extremely difficult and is a whole other topic of conversation), with my husband and my daughter, away from all distractions. And, while thoroughly enjoying the time spent with my family touring the area, my mind kept wandering to my classroom. On the third day, I planned a trip to Welland Canal Lock 3 to watch a ship move through the lock system. I took video and many pictures and collected material from the museum. Afterall, I teach the Erie Canal and part of that unit is understanding the lock system.

So I realized that 22 years into my teaching career, I have become that teacher. And I understand that teachers need all those days off to regenerate, remove themselves from students for awhile and be with adults, having adult conversations. But mostly, teachers need the time to regroup, thinking about what they've been doing, revamping styles, replanning lessons, finding new material, thinking about their students' learning needs and preparing themselves to meet those needs head-on.

Teachers need all the extra hours before and after school to improve their teaching conditions (technology committees for better technology, staff development committees to design valuable staff development, etc.), rewrite lesson plans for this year's students, write new lessons to meet the new class' needs, meet with colleagues to plan new units, design field trips, create content for teaching curriculum.

This is not a part-time job, we do not have job free vacations, we do not shut down at the end of the day and turn on again the next morning. Teaching is very much a full time job, even without taking into account the emotional aspect of working with different children with different problems each day. And the longer I work in the field, and the more time I spend outside of my contractual school day on school, the more I take offense at those in this country who still believe teaching is an easy part-time job.

At least those of us in the field know better. Teaching is a challenging, always changing career that I relish. Even though I work long hours and use most of my vacation days on schoolwork, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I do love my job.