Individually, PAYTON and DANIEL emerged as the Hoggatteers with the highest percentages, tying at 99% each. Overall, 316 green points earned KRISTA the title of the student with the most positive points, but DANIEL reigns as the student with the most combined points (290). All students ended the year with 79% positive or above - a standard that future classes will have to try to beat.
It's the end of the school year, so we can now get a final report of our conduct. This report is available because of ClassDojo, our system of monitoring behaviors in our classroom. A look at the donut (left) tells us Room 404 scored 90% positive points. Most of our positive (green) points came from Accepting Responsibility. The report also reveals 5,449 points were for behaviors we would think of as positive, as opposed to only 615 behaviors that needed work.
Individually, PAYTON and DANIEL emerged as the Hoggatteers with the highest percentages, tying at 99% each. Overall, 316 green points earned KRISTA the title of the student with the most positive points, but DANIEL reigns as the student with the most combined points (290). All students ended the year with 79% positive or above - a standard that future classes will have to try to beat.
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Mathstakes - or Math Mistakes - are an attempt to encourage students to find and correct mistakes. Most are introduced with a visual prompt, but there is no other word prompt outside of the visual. In addressing the visual, learners must first find, or construct, what they believe the problem. They must then figure out what was done in the visual to solve the given problem. The problem and solution are always provided in the visual. After this, learners are charged with the task of determining whether the solution is appropriate. If so, they must defend it; if not, they must explain - or teach - a better process.
First, please allow me to welcome you, Katie, and the boys to our family at Cecil Floyd. I'm excited, truthfully, that you will bring with you a new spirit into our walls. It's hard to know what to say to the new guy, but perhaps it's even harder to know how to say it. Undoubtedly, there are things you want to know about the dynamics of our school and the community that surrounds us, but we also don't want to appear to push personal agendas or promote ourselves individually.
Tuesday was our field day. The fourth grade participated in events both inside and out. We started with the obstacle course, and rotated through ultimate Frisbee, freeze tag, bounce houses, frozen treats, scooters, and bigfoot relays.
The weather cooperated with us in a big way, though it is apparent that kids today don't really know when to start complaining about it being too hot. Parents, and especially grandparents, know that we spent every waking hour of our summers in the outdoors. We stayed lean for the simple fact that we sweated off the pounds, and quite often we went home to open windows and box fans and not air conditioning. I'm thankful for the advances that have been made in climate control, but when the outside temperature is in the 70s, I will not complain about it being too hot. Off soap box... On another subject, Hoggatteers greeted and thanked the adults who were operating the field day stations. They shook hands and offered smiles. The day after found some of those adults telling me that the greetings were greatly appreciated. Being outside all day, they were tired, sticky, and inclined to be slightly cranky when my students shook their hands. One teacher said that she desperately needed their positivity. Another said they made her day. One may tend to believe that the last day of school is one of rejoicing and laughter, celebration and happiness. There is an element of that, but more notably, Hoggatteers have a reputation for getting quite serious in the last minutes of the day. People have been known to step into our classroom during that time, and they leave in amazement: while other classrooms are passing out final report cards and miscellany (I do that upon arrival instead.), Hoggatteers are invited to share with their classmates. There is a magical time - somewhere between 20 and 25 minutes before dismissal - when I invite students students to stand before their peers and tell them goodbye. For some, this may be their last time to see other in a lifetime. I need not coax them, and I need not force anyone to speak. All I ask is for the rest to listen, while I listen, too, to impromptu words from our Hoggatteer family. I'll save the names and identities for this post. Suffice it to say that the young lady pictured kicked everything off with a speech she has been preparing for a few days. She worded her speech eloquently as she thanked the class for her best school year ever. She bravely looked me in the eye and addressed appreciation to me, as well, crediting me with really making a difference in her life. My emotions are usually just under the surface, which is why I don't even try to deliver a farewell speech on the last day of school any more, and there were stirrings of sniffles already starting in the peanut gallery, blending with the applause we had for the first speech. In fact, I forgot I had a camera in hand to take more pictures after this one. All subsequent addresses were made "on the fly". A couple of kids choked up in the middle, but courageously continued to express themselves through the tears. One otherwise shy young lady wisely kept hers short. Many of the words were the same types of sentiment, but some struck a chord with teacher and classmates. One young man told me that I helped him with his anger issues, saying that he was starting to catch himself earlier in the anger process than ever before. Another said he was changing his attitude about school and that he was carrying himself with more confidence. One girl emotionally expressed that she had been able to cope with her anger much better, as well, while another told the class that she finally was able to make more friends than she had before. Before we knew it, everyone was talked out, and the only thing left was one giant group hug in the middle of our floor. Once there, all I needed to say was, "Once a Hoggatteer..." to which the group responded, "Always a Hoggatteer!" before breaking apart to be dismissed. Like I said, it is a magical end to the year. There are lots of fantastic sobs, and snot all over the place. Hugs wrap around us in loving embraces, as say how much we love each other. There are no behavior points awarded on a day like this. No threats of removed privileges. No candy incentives. And while there also may not be any state standards in sight, students on the last day of school are truly invested in a human bond that most classes probably do not share in quite the same way. Merging with other classes in the hallway before leaving the building for one last time, Hoggatteers may be noticeably puffy around the eyes, but they also share another attribute that sets them apart: while other kids are happy to face a summer, free from academics and, for some, oversight, Hoggatteers leave with a different type of joy - the joy of completion of something special. Ours is the joy of having just experienced relationships that were real, if only for a year. Our relationships were real, and meaningful, and they were ours. Before leaving the school on the last day, that tough little kid who used to hide his head whenever learning was being shot directly at him, that tough little boy who didn't think he need to our even could do what I expected him to do, looked directly into my eyes, amidst the hallway chatter, and simply said my name. "Mr. Hoggatt..." And the was a plea in his voice. He reached out to me and hugged me tightly, and that's all he needed to do. During his embrace, I locked eyes with my teaching partner and saw him acknowledge the hug, as well. If for no other reason than this, my 26th year of teaching has been worthwhile. When we first heard that Principal Hennessey was retiring at the end of this school year, the teachers at Cecil Floyd were devastated. We were knocked over with a truckload of bricks. With a selfish lens, we immediately looked into our future without Gayle Hennessey, and we saw with foggy uncertainty. There were tears and words of regret as we felt sorry for ourselves. In the time that has passed since, we have also reflected on the past four years, and we have realized the blessings we have experienced because of this lady and her ability to unite a purpose-driven team. Below are a few thoughts I have written to Ms. Hennessey in a feeble attempt to express our pleasure at having known her and worked for her: Most of us don’t know what to say: we don’t know how to express ourselves when we experience a loss. And that’s what this is to us: a loss.
Mrs. Mouton's class graciously invited ours to see their Famous Missourians presentations, earlier this week. It sparked some interest in some of the more colorful of characters: Ginger Rogers, Emmett Kelly, Mark Twain, Walt Disney, Charles Lindbergh, and others.
This year, I had the opportunity and the honor to address the graduating fifth grade class in a ceremony held before family and supporters in the North Middle School auditorium. While I am not certain what the presentation sounded like, the transcript of my speech follows: Introduction Sometimes when we think about school, we think in terms of us against them. Students versus teachers, teachers versus parents, parents versus administrators. It sounds cliché, but we truly are in a battle. It’s also cliché, but we are all in this together: not us against them and them against us, but all on the same team. Graduates, we – you, your parents, and I – must regard ignorance as the enemy. Not soldiers in a World War, but ignorance. The very word begins with the word ignore. It means to intentionally not know something, to purposefully not learn. Not cool. Some might call that lazy. Some might call that defiant. Others might call it something else. Whatever it is, though, it is the enemy. To paraphrase Winston Churchill, we should fight ignorance and laziness at home; we should fight ignorance and laziness in our schools; we must never surrender! Your teachers from Cecil Floyd, along with your parents, have made an effort to help you find a more positive attitude toward improvement. I don’t think that will change when you come to the middle school. Jules Renard said, "Laziness is nothing more than resting before you get tired," and Gloria Pitzer said, "About the only thing that comes to us without effort is old age." Maybe it’s materialism: American kids used to shout, “Give me liberty!” Now they just leave off the last word. I cannot imagine that’s something for which you want to be known! An entire generation lost to slothfulness and indifference toward self and others. Is that what you want? When I was growing up, my dad taught by example, rarely stopping to teach my brother and me directly. This evening, I want to share with you two of the most important things my daddy taught me. Best Effort First, face it: some people, including adults, drink deeply at the fountain of knowledge – others just gargle. A lot of people think light bulbs pop on instantly over the heads of students. It’s great to watch the light bulb come on over your heads, but the fact is it may have taken some time to find some of your switches. Some of you have dimmer switches that can be turned slowly to brighten understanding. For others, we had to saw into the drywall to find some spark to connect to your bulbs. You see, my dad taught my brother and me about always giving my best effort. In his own way, he instilled in us that it’s not all about quantity, but also the quality. He didn’t outwardly care about what I became professionally as long as I was the best one I could be. If I decided to dig ditches, I should be the best ditch digger I could. If I wanted to be a firefighter, I should be the best firefighter I could be. If I wanted to be a writer or a lawyer, an accountant or a teacher, I should become the best one I could. Abraham Lincoln agreed when he said, “Whatever you are, be a good one.” I remember at an early age imagining the worst job I could. Looking around me, I chose the ugliest, dirtiest, stinkiest vocation that I could, and I wondered how I could go beyond what most in that job do. I would greet people with a smile and a wave as I did my job. And in my free time, I could make things look presentable to the public. Perseverance Another thing dad taught me was to stick with something to the end. You see, dad does not like unfinished tasks, even when they seem impossible, or when things stand in your way. One boy understood that concept of overcoming obstacles. He said, “Dad, l pulled this cornstalk up all by myself.” His dad chuckled at him, and then the boy said, “Don’t you understand? The whole world had hold of the other end.” I hope your teachers at the middle school do not freely hand you easy answers. I hope your teachers help you, instead, find solutions in spite of the obstacles that sit in front of you. Together, you must discover innovative ways to think and find unexpected solutions. I hope your teachers do not treat you like helpless infants, but instead have honest, respectful discussions to overcome the obstacles that block your vision. Think of an athlete, pushing himself to trim just a hundredth of a second off of his run, or lifting just one more pound, or making one more lap up and down the pool. It is the concept of pushing the limits of our abilities, and never giving up. In a word, I’m thinking about perseverance. That’s what Dad wanted for us to do – to never surrender, to learn from mistakes, to lean forward into the storm. My dad’s proud of me whenever put forth my best effort. He carries pictures of my family in his wallet to show perfect strangers. He brags to his friends about my efforts and achievements. Parents, do you do that? I would venture to say that most do. Very often, it’s not about the things you learn, but how you learn it. It’s about human response, the way you carry yourself, your character. Graduates, you will grow because life is real, relevant, and captivatingly interesting. Conclusion When your name in announced, on that spring day in 2023, and you parade across that stage to receive your high school diploma, we will mark that moment with you. We will beam with pride (For some, perhaps we will even be pleasantly surprised.), because we were there during those moments that you did not achieve, when you fell on the playground, when you failed an assignment. We saw you when you loafed through lessons, when you stuttered stories, when you rejected rule, and when you were less than complimentary to your classmate. We noticed when you failed to return your homework (or when your parents did your work for you). We noticed when you forgot to wash your hands. We heard you sing off-key, we saw you color outside the lines, and we struggled to read your writing. We noticed when you tried to be the class clown, the hallway hipster, or the cafeteria cut-up. But we forgave you. We forgive you. We forgive you because we understand how much you have grown since the moment we met. We have seen you become more thoughtful, more knowledgeable, more compassionate, and more assertive. We wish we could have done more for you in the first years of your education. And that wish underscores our overall desire for you during the rest of your school years: what we truly want for you is for you to SOAR as lifelong, innovative thinkers who are compassionate, productive citizens. You represent everything an Eagle should. We love you. We're here if you need us. Now do your best, persevere, grow up, and live your life! Mathstakes - or Math Mistakes - are an attempt to encourage students to find and correct mistakes. Most are introduced with a visual prompt, but there is no other word prompt outside of the visual. In addressing the visual, learners must first find, or construct, what they believe the problem. They must then figure out what was done in the visual to solve the given problem. The problem and solution are always provided in the visual. After this, learners are charged with the task of determining whether the solution is appropriate. If so, they must defend it; if not, they must explain - or teach - a better process.
We've fallen in love with the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis. Along with the first United States hosted Olympics, this thing was huge, and intriguing. The event sparks all kinds of social conversations that remain relevant, today. Just imagine if it were held today, with a focus on Missouri's history. That's what students have been doing in designing attractions for World's Fair 2.0.
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