Archive for March, 2009

Keeping Your Own Cool

Monday, March 30th, 2009

After my last post, I got to thinking: students are not the only ones who need calming.  Teachers are faced with stressful situations many times every day.  How are we supposed to handle our own [suppressed] hysterics?

Well, I am not opposed to a stiff drink as a relaxation technique.  Most recently, the mother of one of my students turned me on to Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka, which sounds too good to be true (but oh, my friends, it is not!)

However, as we all know, sometimes it’s not an appropriate time to exercise this technique.  During parent conferences, for example.  Or  between classes.  Or when your hyperactive student is still turning cartwheels around your living room.  Tempting, but inappropriate.

I’ve mentioned Fred Jones’ excellent work before, and I’m sure I will again.  Tools for Teaching has an excellent section about the physical responses our bodies have to anger and frustration, and the physical ways we can reverse those responses to restore our calm.  The whole section is entitled “Learning to Mean Business,” which is taken from the mouths of what Jones calls “natural” teachers, the type who can get any kid to behave at any time with just one look.  These teachers are very skilled in the ways of instruction, but they often can’t articulate exactly what they’re doing, so they reduce it to a simple maxim: “You had better mean business.”

When something unexpected and unpleasant takes place, it triggers the fight-flight reflex, the name psychologists have given to certain physical responses to stress.  The first phase of this reflex happens quickly, and there is almost nothing we can do to stop it.  When we catch a student goofing off, or they say something flippant or rude, our eyes widen, our teeth clench, our muscles tense, and our heart rate increases.  The second phase happens more slowly, as our bodies release adrenaline.  Adrenaline gives you “nervous energy,” but it also exhausts you.  Jones puts it well: “It takes roughly 27 minutes for adrenaline to clear the bloodstream. Consequently, it takes only two squirrely behaviors per class period to keep you wired all day long for the remainder of your career. (p. 174)”  This happens because, during the fight-flight reflex, your brain is “downshifting” from the neocortex to the brain stem.  In other words, you’ve gone from behaving like a human to behaving like a dog to behaving like a reptile, or a two-year-old child, in an instant.  Not a good position for an authority figure.

The only way for you to remain calm in stressful situations is to find what Jones calls your “relax button.”  This is where you stop the adrenaline from flowing and return control of the classroom to yourself, where it belongs.  You really need to read these chapters for yourself, because they’re incredibly detailed and informative, but here’s a few hints:

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Suzuki Sunday: Milestones

Sunday, March 29th, 2009

About a week ago, Rob and I attended a reception for a friend and colleague of his who was granted tenure at their college.  Several of her family members toasted her accomplishments in touching speeches, and I remember wondering why we don’t celebrate stuff like this more.  She worked hard to be granted tenure, and that’s much more important than the day she happened to be born — but for many of us, our birthdays are the biggest celebration of the year.

Suzuki students work their way through a series of books, so some milestones are pre-determined, but they still require a lot of work to attain.  In my experience, a student’s Volume I graduation is perhaps the biggest milestone of her piano career; after that, sadly, most students are too busy and / or “cool” to want to have a graduation party, though I have attended several that were great fun.  However, there are many smaller milestones along the way that are important, and celebrating each one is crucial to keeping a student motivated.  Anytime you can teach a child to step outside of “NOW” and see the bigger picture, it’s a wonderful lesson for them to learn; when they see that they have made progress, it inspires them to make even more progress.

Here are some ideas for milestones to celebrate — whether with a special dinner at home, a trip to the movies, or just a congratulatory note slipped into a lunch box:

  • Graduating from the Twinkles: Many teachers have “Twinkle Parties” when their young students finish the Twinkles and move on to Honeybee.  I don’t require that, but I’d be glad to come to one if you wanted to host it — it sure would be a great motivator!
  • Hands Together: Honeybee is the first piece played hands together, and Cuckoo is the first piece played hands together with two different melodies.  Both are worthy of celebration!
  • Halfway There: When your child finishes Au Clair de la Lune, he is halfway through the first book.  A huge accomplishment, and in my eyes, the first sign that he is serious about music.
  • The End of Alberti: Long, Long Ago is the last Alberti piece in Book I.  I know how taxing those pieces can seem at times, since they’re so similar, so I always make a big deal out of “No more Alberti!” when they finish it.
  • Different Time Signatures: Chant Arabe is the first of three pieces that are written in 3/4 time; Musette is the first one they’ll have played in 6/8 time.  It really is tough to break out of the 4/4 mold, so congratulations are in order!
  • Different Hands Playing Melody: This happens in Little Playmates for a couple of measures, and more extensively with The Happy Farmer in Book II.  It takes a lot of adjusting, so be sure to praise their efforts in addition to their accomplishments.
  • On the Radio: I remember vividly the first time I heard one of my piano pieces being performed on the radio.  It was “Theme,” a piece in Book 3; I was flooded with pride, thinking, “Wow, I have really arrived!”  (You can always turn this around, of course, and learn a piece you know you’ll hear on the radio — a piece of popular music or an easier version of a classical piece.)
  • Remember When . . . : This is an excellent tool for diffusing overwrought tempers.  All you have to do is take the child on a journey backwards.  “Remember when you had your first lesson, how excited you were to be able to name all the keys?”  “Remember when you started this piece and you didn’t think you would ever finish?  Look how easy it is now!”  There are endless variations on this game, all of them guaranteed to lift the spirits of a tired musician.

As Tears Go By

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

It must be something in the water.  Yesterday, for the second time in a week, I had a student break into full-out hysterics in my presence: shouting, crying, gulping for air, and thoroughly embarrassed to be doing any of the three in front of me. The triggers: one student thought she deserved a higher grade on her project, and another was frustrated because some noise outside the classroom was distracting her while she tried to write her essay.  So, little to no warning, followed by water works (and no $75 rent to collect, either!)

Amazingly, I wasn’t upset by either case; caught off guard a little, sure, but I knew exactly how to handle it.  (Come on. I teach high school girls every day of the school year.) It’s not pleasant, but after a few of these, you come to feel at least confident you’ve done the right thing.  So, for the benefit of any future teachers, or current teachers who haven’t had the particular pleasure of this experience . . . here is Emily’s Guide to Calming Hysterical Students.

1) Recognize the situation for what it is. First, she (or he, occasionally) is still a child, and as such, has difficulty seeing the big picture.  Second, you and your grade, policy, etc., are almost certainly not the only thing that has caused this child to cry.  Third, you are still the teacher, and therefore are still in control of the situation if you choose to be.

2) Express sympathy. Don’t assign or accept blame yet; just say, “I’m sorry that this has upset you so badly.”  Try to remember times when you’ve felt frustrated, out of control, and overwhelmed by life in general.  This is what she’s feeling, only with more hormones.  Above all, avoid trivializing her situation; remember that for her, this is all there is, and it’s the most horrible predicament imaginable.  You were there once, too (probably more than once!)

3) Get specifics. Did something you said or did particularly upset her?  Is this the first time she’s encountered this subject, or grading system, or method of instruction?  Tears are commonly a result of frustration and hurt feelings, which often result from misunderstandings.  Apologize, if you feel you were in the wrong or didn’t communicate clearly.

4) Don’t fold, but remain positive. If you immediately give in to a higher grade, you will have to do this for every student who cries in front of you.  Try to find a positive spin: this is an opportunity for you both to learn to better communicate, and she will have many more opportunities to bring her grade up in the next (week, month, quarter — but be truthful!)  If you are really stumped as to what to do, tell her you’ll think about it, and / or mention you’ll consult with your (department head, guidance counselor, principal) to come up with a solution.  You don’t have to answer anything right away, tears or no tears.

5) Don’t get touchy-feely. You could get sued, and besides, experience has shown me that hugging only makes the student cry more.  Allow her to bring her emotions back into check; it will be a more empowering experience.  You’re not her best friend.  You’re her teacher.  Model a professional, cordial relationship.

Do you feel like the world’s best teacher when a crying student has just left your classroom?  Of course not.  You feel like an uncaring, callous jerk.  But with time, you’ll see that this, too, is a part of teaching and learning.  You’re helping your students grow.

True Crime

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

True story: last December we had a break-in.  Our laptop was stolen, along with some of Rob’s cigars and cigar paraphernalia (which narrows the question of the burglar’s gender quite a bit, I suppose.)

I kept almost everything on the desktop computer; the only files we lost were my lesson plans and grades for a tutoring program (it was near the end of the semester, and I wasn’t planning to return even before this) and the papers and notes from my first semester of grad school (I was sad about this until I realized I had meticulously kept all the notes from all of my classes in college, and never once looked at any of them.)  He broke a window in the basement door, which we fixed easily.  We learned a hard lesson about always, always locking the deadbolt.  I had a nice chat with the woman from the Maryland Crime Lab who came to dust the house for prints (really, like in the movies!)  Overall, it could have been much worse; we were really lucky that the robber didn’t know enough to steal some of our more valuable possessions — though he did go through all of my jewelry upstairs, apparently finding nothing he liked.  I tried not to be offended by this.

On top of that, our insurance paid us half the value of our computer up front, and will reimburse us for the other half after we replace it (we’re hoping to do that this summer.)  They gave us far more than the laptop was worth, being several years old.  Like I said, lucky.

A couple of weeks ago, Rob got a call from a police officer.  He asked some preliminary questions about the robbery, then paused and said, “I don’t know how you’re going to take this . . . but we have a suspect in custody.”  Rob wondered how he was supposed to take this.  “His name is [something extremely Middle Eastern-sounding.]“  (Was that why he was worried about Rob’s reaction?  Please.  A robber is a robber, wherever he might come from.)

They had found him when he pawned the laptop; the serial number came up as stolen.  For reasons I will never understand, the pawn shop was still allowed to sell the laptop, so we’ll never see it again.  He was wanted in a couple of other theft cases, so they were putting out a warrant for his arrest.  He asked Rob a couple of more questions, and we forgot about it.

Last week, I got a pre-subpoena to appear as a witness in his trial.  I had to call the courthouse and tell them all of the days I was planning to be out of town or had appointments I couldn’t cancel.  The trial will be sometime in the summer.

I’m not sure how I feel about all of this.  More than anything, I feel sorry for the guy.  Nobody steals because it’s fun — not in our neighborhood, anyway, where we’re not known for conspicuous consumption.  As more people lose their jobs, more people will feel forced to go to extremes to provide for themselves and their families.

I’m also surprised (and saddened by my surprise) by the effectiveness of the police.  I had expected to never hear a thing again; I thought they had more important things to do.  But I guess the system works the way it’s supposed to.

I’m also a little tired of the whole thing, to be honest.  I’m not looking forward to spending a day (or more) in court this summer . . .

Grateful

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

I woke up this morning feeling pretty sorry for myself.  Rob brought a nasty case of the flu back from his conference in Reno last week, and I came down with it in the middle of second period Monday morning.  You know that feeling?  All of a sudden, chills, shakes, wooziness, and four hours to go before the day is over.  Ugh.

Not being one to take anything sitting down, including the flu, I appealed to my doctor for the miracle drug that will supposedly block the virus and shorten its duration.  The first night, my fever shot up to around 104, but since then it’s hovered in the low-grade range, 99-100.  So, did the pills help?  Beats me.  They have given me some weird side effects, though.  So when I woke up this morning, still with a fever, still feeling not quite myself, I decided I was staying home to kick this thing, and that was final.

So, I’m home and feeling crummy.  But I’m about to nip this pity party in the bud the way I encourage my students to do the same — thinking of some things I’m grateful for.

1) I’m grateful for video chat, which allowed me to see my sister’s face and hear her voice yesterday morning, even though she is about as far away from me as she can get on this planet.  She even took me on a virtual “tour” of her tiny Seoul apartment, including the Kleenex box with pictures of raw meat on it.  (I’m not making this up.)

2) I’m grateful for local whole-grain bread and the organic market that sells it, and the Armenian apricot jam that was a gift from a dear friend.  Anything that tastes good is a gift.  A few days ago the only thing that fit that bill was ginger ale poured over lemon sorbet, sipped from under the covers.

3) I’m grateful for these fun rhythm cards from my friend and music-teacher idol Michiko.  She gave them to a group of us who are testing some new materials for her.  So thoughtful!

4) I’m grateful for this snuggly, warm furry thing who doesn’t mind curling up on my lap even when I don’t feel well.  In fact, she prefers me with a slight fever.  It’s almost as good as an electric blanket.

kitty

5) I’m grateful I am healthy.  Really.  I spoke with my friend and colleague yesterday, who is a week into her chemo treatments and feeling very ill and depressed.  I can’t imagine what she is going through.  This flu is not a big deal.

Starting to feel better already.