Showing posts with label Team Flete. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Team Flete. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

SUBWAY SURFER


School is back in session and my year long fight to rescue my son from a charter school that was unfortunately unable, and worse yet, unwilling to teach my non-cognitively-impaired but profoundly dyslexic child in a way that he could succeed academically, has finally paid off!  I need my son to not just succeed, but succeed in a way that would bolster, not strip, his fragile, pre-adolescent self-esteem and ensure that his full on, in-living-color sense of humor and vibrant curiosity could also flourish unencumbered by thoughts of “impending doom and imminent failure” (his phrase, not mine).  Jordan is officially a Winston Preparatory School student!
 
This is an amazing place where class sizes are small and individualized education is common practice.  Jordan is free to express himself and explore and stretch the bounds of his curiosity without reproach and ask questions without the fear of embarrassment.  Go Jordan!  When choosing this school I did realize that the distance between my kids’ schools would be great and that I would be solely responsible for ensuring that they arrive at their respective schools on time and in one piece; it all sounded so doable in theory.  What I didn’t realize was that the wildcard would be the NYC transit system upon which I rely.  Not to mention the throng of people who also rely on the rails and could care less about two 4’7” kids trying to get to school.
 
Typical morning this week included racing out of my house at 7:15am with Jordan and Julia in tow for the two and a half block walk to the subway.  Julia chatted the entire way and Jordan grumbled about a tag in his shirt that was bothersome… I tuned them out.  We get there and Julia has to swipe her metro card no less than seven (yes seven) times before she gains entry.  Jordan grumbled about being late because of Julia’s metro card troubles… I tapped my foot and continued to tune them out.  We sprint down the stairs just in time to watch the doors on the #6 train slide closed with us on the wrong side.  Julia argued with Jordan about whose fault it was that we missed the train… and you guessed it, I completely tuned them out.  We wait another three minutes for the next train and cram ourselves in beside the woman who thought it was a fabulous idea to transport her Schnauzer, named Wilson (we know this because Julia is magnetically drawn to any four legged furry creature), and her 6 foot tall Monstera plant during rush hour.  Wilson, who is obviously accustomed to travelling by train, was completely content to lick the lotion from my kneecaps while being pet by my aspiring veterinarian, Julia.  Woosah!  I get off the train on the UES and walk Julia a block to school, get jostled by random scholars and head back to the #6 train to continue on my journey to my next destination, in Chelsea.
 
Train ride number two isn’t bad; just crowded, as is the norm.  Jordan spent the entire ride complaining about the weight of his book bag and his inability to sit (why did he even think this was an option).  The ride to Chelsea and subsequent sprint across town isn’t really bad either because the weather is still mild (I’m not looking forward to doing this during the winter).  Unfortunately, by this time I’m a little over the whole morning commute and wondering if it’s too early for a glass of good port.  We arrive at school and I kiss my kid goodbye, much to his horror, and back to the subway for the last leg of my commute.  Oh Joy!  This is where my morning gets interesting.  I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment walking down the subway steps, got my heel caught and stumbled the entire flight of stairs hanging onto the back of a very kind gentleman who had no idea what hit him and why a woman had suddenly decided on a piggyback ride… and he was the identified piggy.  Can you say horrified?  That episode ended with me profusely apologizing (wearing only one shoe) and causing my savior to miss his train.  True to New Yorker form, he was gracious but not a happy camper.  Meanwhile, I’m back at the top of the stairs (still wearing only one shoe) trying to wrench the tip of my heel out of a crack without damaging the leather, which was no simple feat!  That crisis resolved, I walked down the stairs, on my own accord this time, and boarded train #3 to work only to realize when I arrived (at 08:30am mind you) that I’d been giving a peep show to the fine citizenry of Manhattan.  My dress was almost fully unzipped!  I knew I felt a breeze…

I was raised by a single mother who made a way for me.  She used to scrub floors as a domestic worker, put a cleaning rag in her pocketbook and ride the subways in Brooklyn so I would have food on the table.  But she taught me as I walked her to the subway that life is about not where you start, but where you’re going.  That’s family values.
~Al Sharpton


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

MIDDLE SCHOOL AT 9


Most of my regular readers know a significant amount about my dyslexic son, Jordan, and our circuitous academic journey towards achieving reading fluency.  This post will introduce you to my youngest child, Julia.  Julia, like Jordan, is a tremendously gifted child.  But unlike Jordan, her ability to read and comprehend text way above her grade level and colorfully express her thoughts in writing are pretty impressive, if I do say so myself!

Julia began talking super early, very clearly and she went from cooing to stringing words together into sentences practically overnight.  Julia mostly taught herself to read at three-and-a-half and developed an almost eerie level of spelling accuracy.  Julia once told me that she saw words in her head in colors when people spoke to her.  I didn’t quite understand the weight of this statement when she relayed it to me.  In all honesty, my response was something akin to “how cool is that!” and chalked it up to some nonsensical “kidism”… you know the odd things that little kids say that often don’t make sense, but you don’t dare tell them that for fear of hurting their feelings or worse yet frustrating them by having to explain to a clearly dumb (foggy from fatigue) mommy who lost the ability to think like a kid “way back in the day” as my kids are fond of pointing out (insert Aunt Esther from Sanford and Sons’ sideeye here).  At this juncture, I might add, that Julia had a lot to say, ALL THE TIME, which combined with the fatigue inherently connected with actively parenting two kids born less than two years apart significantly enhanced my mental fog.  Julia chattered from the moment she opened her eyes in the morning until bedtime and beyond as she was, and still is, prone to talking in her sleep!  When around 3-years-old I began to see her ability to retain and utilize vocabulary in her daily speech pick up speed at an amazing rate her “colorful words” comment became clearer, but when she began showing a talent for expressing herself in writing, a few years later, the “colorful words” in her head really took on a grander meaning.
        
Julia’s pre-k experience entailed her being bored and often escorting the school’s admin around to deliver things to various classrooms and helping other kids with spelling their names… not exactly what I was hoping for in a first school year experience.  Julia attended the charter school where Jordan was enrolled for her kindergarten year.  This was a far more fulfilling experience for me; however, she kept getting reprimanded for leaving her seat.  When I asked her why she wasn’t able to remain seated she said, “There are kids who can’t read yet and need my help.”  Unfortunately, this behavior progressed to taking control of the smart board when the teacher was distracted and finally escalated into a spirited back and forth with her first grade teacher, on day 2 of school, over choosing a book in the library.  Julia wanted a chapter book and her teacher insisted on a picture book.  Julia won the argument and the ability to choose her own reading material going forward.  An added bonus was the option to skip the first grade.  The offer was promptly accepted and Julia (and her chapter books) moved across the hall into her new classroom!

There are definitely some immediate benefits to grade skipping.  The most obvious one being that your child will be academically challenged and stimulated by their school work.  For those with a child who is bored stiff in a class where every bit of material presented is material that the child has long ago mastered, they know what it's like to watch their child lose interest in school and have that energy be transferred to less productive activities, like poking around at the smart board.

Julia’s adjustment was seamless and she quit trying to take over the classroom!  Her social interaction with other students improved as she no longer felt the need to mother them.  This seemed to be, at least in part, due to the fact that she was spending more time with children who were a bit older, and generally, a bit more mature than the students who filled her previous class.  Academically advanced children are sometimes often a bit mature for their ages as well. 

Although the effects of grade skipping really do often appear to have some strong benefits for the child throughout their elementary years, once that child enters middle and high school, things can change.  Thankfully, Julia has continued to flourish academically and socially, but my concern is that she is now in middle school just shy of three weeks after her ninth birthday.  Some of her peers are travelling to and from school alone; some are interested in initiating boyfriend/girlfriend-like relationships and not to mention that part of the middle school curriculum includes a sex education class.  In addition, kids who are now, because they are all one to three years older than Julia, well into their puberty transformation, making them not only physically more mature, but sometimes downright huge?  Jesus, hold the wheel!  Thankfully, Julia is pretty tall and does not stand out as being significantly younger, save the still immature body.  Her lack of ‘fatty deposits” doesn’t bother me in the least and quite frankly she hasn’t mentioned it yet, but I’m sure it will become an issue at some point and I would hate for her self-esteem to take a hit as a result.

If this goes well, Julia will enter high school at 13 and will be going away to college at almost 17.  Scary that at this age most kids will have experimented with drugs, alcohol and sex.  Jesus be a fence!  My only advice is to keep the lines of communication open.  I talk to Julia about any and everything openly and honestly.  If I don’t have answers immediately, I find her the answers that she needs and circle back around to her.  I’m hoping she will have a WayBeyondZ year!

“Middle school is kind of like Middle-earth.  It’s a magical journey filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, queens, kings, and a few corrupt wizards. Word to the wise: pick your traveling companions well.  Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere.  Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination—or at least your next class.
― Kimberly Dana, Lucy and CeCee's How to Survive (and Thrive) in Middle School

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

CALL A TIME OUT


I walk into the house after a full day at work and kids materialize out of nowhere.  Julia is explaining the process of how her crayfish, Spike, has shed his shell (don’t judge me… she wants to be a veterinarian, thought it would be interesting to further observe him and brought Spike home from school after they were done with the lesson on freshwater crustaceans).  Jordan is vying for my attention and thinks this is the perfect time to explain his theory on global warming and how this ties into our new and strange weather patterns.  The nanny is asking rapid-fire questions and relaying what she believes to be pertinent information about the last 9 hours and why this information cannot wait another second until I drop my bag and take my damn shoes off.  The dogs are barking and wagging and my cell phone and doorbell are ringing… Calgon, take me away!
 
I don’t get how my mother was able to raise me, mostly alone, manage to keep the house tidy, the kitchen and bathroom sparkling clean and medical facility sanitized, cook full meals… every day, ensure that homework was done, enforce bedtime compliance all while still working full time and sometimes an extra job to make her ends meet.  Let’s not mention that she washed all the laundry BY HAND, ironed, folded and put everything away EVERY weekend.  My mom accomplished this while always looking well put together, well rested and poised.  Linda Carter, Elizabeth Montgomery nor Barbara Eden had anything on my mama!  Mama Glo, Sr. was the real Wonder Woman, Samantha Stevens and Jeannie combined!
 
I hold my own, don’t get me wrong.  My kids are well fed, dressed and mannerly, my house is clean and tidy, and I’m on top of my laundry, but somehow, I don’t always feel so rested.  In fact, there are days when I am straight up overwhelmed!  I sometimes struggle to find balance in my life and in my family.  Single parenting two kids requires a lot of time and energy!  After a painful separation, managing the academic challenges of one dyslexic child, and one academically gifted child I had to find a way to achieve that balance and some of it for myself.  In order to keep from burning out I had to take time for myself whenever possible.  Find activities that offer a fresh perspective.  Look for positive things to focus on.  When you’re feeling at the end of your rope, remind yourself of your children’s strengths, talents, and all the good things they offer you and your family.  Remind your children of their strengths as well, as often as possible.

Some other suggestions are to: 
  1. Create Routines – Routines are established by parents to manage their own behavior and also to manage the behavior of their children.  A routine actually nurtures the positive overall growth of your child and helps to create consistency.  Routines don’t allow for frenzy and uncertainty; they foster security.  Most importantly, stick to the routine each and every day and watch your life become more manageable.
  2. Nurture – A part of every single day should be devoted to nurturing your relationship with your children.  The specific time for nurturing must suit your family’s schedule and what that time is doesn’t matter.  What does matter is that you spend some time every day doing something with your children.  Choose an activity (games, exercises, dancing or just being silly) that nurtures you and your children’s spirit.  Your kids will appreciate the time spent and this time will allow you to become child-like once again yourself.  Remember, the quality of your children’s emotional growth is largely a part of their reflection of their relationship with you.  
  3. Create Limits – Feeling hopeful and empowered with your child starts with you defining the “limits” of what you think is acceptable behavior.  Set limits on how your children behave, but not on your children’s spirit.  The defining of “limits” is necessary not only for your peace of mind, but also for your child’s development in knowing when and what acceptable behavior is.   It’s important to be consistent in the enforcement of these limits.  Your kids need to know that you mean what you say… all the time.  This will greatly cut down on their challenging behavior.  If you allow your child “just-this-one-time-only”, what you’re doing is giving permission for this scenario to take place time and time again (after which follows anger, frustration and feelings of being overwhelmed. 
  4. Create Time – Less is more.  Start by doing less each day.  We parents generally create the overwhelming feelings that we experience by over programming our days.  Children (and their parents) honestly benefit from “down time.”  When you are going in too many directions at once, you are creating stress and strain.  Sure Julia’s dance lessons and Jordan’s soccer practices, etc. are important – but sometimes you just have to find activities that are done at home, and in the name of sanity.  To feel less overwhelmed, make the occasional cut and you will create a more relaxing and manageable family life.
  5. Make Time for Yourself  – This is a time for you to remind yourself that you do have control of your life and you do need to take care of yourself. There are many examples of healthy personal time which makes your heart happy (and making your heart happy is very, very important for your entire well-being):  time spent apart from your children (call a sitter), time spent in a warm bubbly bath (mommy time often happens after my kids are asleep), time spent on a date with your special other… or any other (again call the sitter), time spent doing an activity that makes you feel good (running, gardening, reading, basket weaving… whatever), time spend JUST BEING STILL.  Being good to yourself is the most important thing you can do in life – it benefits you, your children, your mate and your work life.  

Try to adopt at least some of the above-suggested tips daily.  You may find yourself more in control, your life more livable, more enjoyable and more relaxing.  Keep up the good work you are doing and don’t forget to spend some quality time on yourself... Please place the mask over your own mouth and nose before assisting others. 
Have a Way Beyond Z day!!

“Rest and peace should not be left until you're deceased. They are two vital life ingredients everybody needs and seeks.” ― Rasheed Ogunlaru

“It's better to oversleep and miss the boat than get up early and sink.”
― Elizabeth Jane Howard, Mr. Wrong

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

YOUR KID's NOT SMART, LADY!!


My son was born a full week past his expected date of arrival, after an amazing and complication-free pregnancy, weighing in at over 8 lbs., 4 oz.  My baby was perfect!  My newborn son was alert, engaged and obviously a genius!  He was a joyful soul with a happy disposition, who gave smiles freely and laughed non-stop.  Jordan was the happiest baby I’d ever met!  He vaulted past all his milestones, many of them way ahead of schedule and skipped merrily through toddlerhood and straight in into preschool.  That experience was quite an adventure watching my curious preschooler cultivate a love for learning and exploration.  Preschool elapsed in what seemed like the blink of an eye and my four-year-old was on his way to Kindergarten! 

**It is of note to mention that Jordan’s birthday is towards the end of the calendar year and he is always among, if not, the youngest of his academic cohort.

Kindergarten was good, but there were some bumps in the road like when the kindergarten teacher began to mention that Jordan was not trying hard enough.  What does that really mean when referring to a 4-year-old?  Was his ability to mix finger paint lacking?  Were his “O’s” not rounding enough?  Were his number 2’s misshapen?  WTH?!  I was dismissive, my son was only 4 and I chalked it up to him still being quite young.  The teacher began to comment about how he was having difficulty with his weekly spelling words and how his handwriting was not up to par.  I could acknowledge that he did struggle a bit with decoding and his handwriting was a bit messy… but his effort was great so what’s the big deal?  I advocated for my son relentlessly and his teacher and I became engaged in a war of wills. 

I chose to focus on my son’s strengths.  Jordan showed an exceptional understanding of math concepts and spatial reasoning and relationships, even at this early age and showed an uncanny ability to see the big picture.  Much to my dismay, his teacher was unable to celebrate these abilities and talents and Jordan was constantly overshadowed by his poor pre-reading skills.  At his kindergarten graduation I watched, with tears of pride in my son, and tears of sadness for his disappointment in himself, as every other child received various awards for writing and reading and all Jordan received was an award for perfect attendance.  I felt as though my heart stopped beating as my son, looked at his father and I and said, “My teacher never smiles at me like she does the other kids.”  I realize now this was the beginning of the unraveling of his fragile self-esteem.         

Most parents are aware that their child's feelings of self-worth are linked to social and academic success, but they sometimes don't realize how easy it is to damage their child's self-esteem.  Research shows that children with learning disabilities are especially likely to suffer from a lack of self-esteem, but all children benefit when their parents take steps to help them develop positive feelings of self-worth.

I decided to transfer Jordan to another school for first grade and his experiences there were more positive though he continued to struggle.  He read on grade level but every new word posed a challenge.  Every word added to his list of sight words was a hard earned battle.  His dad and I continued to read to Jordan every night and slowly but surely Jordan made steady progress.  Jordan was a ravenous learner!  Every bit and piece of information that he came across through listening to others read and through hands on experience and conversation became a part of his general knowledge.  Jordan was still unable to master decoding and but this wasn’t outside of the realm of “normal” as he was still wasn’t even 6.5 years old by the end of the school year.  Second grade was a repeat of first grade with the fear of failure or not meeting expectations constantly looming, and Jordan was required to attend summer school in order to be promoted.

The second week of the third grade was the beginning of what would prove to be a pivotal time in my son’s academic life, for two reasons.  First, the third grade was his first encounter with an adult who openly showed disgust for him due to his lack of reading fluency and perceived lack of intelligence.  Late one afternoon, his teacher called me in for a meeting to inform me that my son was not “smart” and perhaps I should consider a less rigorous academic environment for him.  Before I could even gather my thoughts and put together a cogent response that wouldn’t showcase my rage, she added insult to injury by saying that she couldn’t even figure out how he landed in her third grade class with his lack of skills and abilities.  I could barely contain the anger that was roiling right below the surface as “mother bear” emerged and I jumped into advocacy mode.  Was this woman crazy?  Clearly she could recognize that my son was bright, curious, a hard worker and eager to learn.  What did she mean not “smart”?  Was her only gauge of a child’s intelligence the ability to read fluently?  If so, how was he being treated in class if she saw no value in any of his other strengths and abilities?  How devastating that must be for a child to be stuck somewhere for so many hours a day with your “team leader” showing unfettered disgust towards you. 

I immediately contacted the school administration to complain about the teacher and simultaneously decided at once to have my son evaluated for a learning disability, which proved to be the second pivotal event.  After many more insidious bald-faced insults and insinuations from this teacher my son was moved into another third grade class.  Much to my dismay, the teacher was never formally reprimanded, but gave Jordan a wide berth after that.  The formal evaluation led to a diagnosis of dyslexia.  His new third grade teacher happened to have a sibling who was dyslexic and understood fully that dyslexia is not a cognitive disorder but a difference in the way that graphic symbols are processed.  Dyslexia in no way stems from any lack of intelligence. People with severe dyslexia can be brilliant.  This new class and teacher did wonders for his self-esteem and confidence, by always focusing on Jordan’s strengths as opposed to highlighting his weaknesses.  Kudos to teachers who understand that learning disabilities (LDs) are not always cognitively based and are certainly not the end of a child’s world! 

Learning disabilities are not the same as intellectual disabilities (formerly known as mental retardation), sensory impairments (vision or hearing) or autism spectrum disorders.  People with LDs are of average or above-average intelligence but still struggle to acquire skills that impact their performance in school, at home, in the community and in the workplace.  Learning disabilities are lifelong, and the sooner they are recognized and identified, the sooner steps can be taken to circumvent or overcome the challenges they present.  Learning disabilities (LDs) are real and they affect the brain's ability to receive, process, store, respond to, and communicate information.  The hallmark sign of a learning disability is a distinct and unexplained gap between a person's level of expected achievement and their actual performance.  Learning disabilities affect every person differently and they present differently at various stages of development.  LDs can range from mild to severe and it is not uncommon for people to have more than one learning disability (though this is not true in Jordan’s case).  In addition, about one-third of individuals with LD also have Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD).  While LD and AD/HD can share common features, such as difficulties with concentration, memory, and organizational skills, they are not the same types of disorder.  Unfortunately, LD is often confused with AD/HD and is frequently mistaken for laziness or associated with disorders of emotion and behavior.  A careful and thorough review of concerns, with input from multiple sources (including parents, educators, physicians, psychologists, speech-language providers and, of course, the affected person) is the only way to rule in or rule out a learning disability.

While there is still no proven cause of learning disabilities, there is knowledge related to its etiology.
  • Heredity:  Often learning disabilities run in families.  Children with LD are likely to have parents or other relatives with similar difficulties (we are still searching for the undiagnosed culprit in our family).
  • Problems during pregnancy and birth:  An illness or injury during or before birth may cause an LD.  Drug and alcohol use during pregnancy, low birth weight, lack of oxygen, and premature or prolonged labor may also lead to an LD.
  • Incidents after birth:  Serious illness, head injuries, poor nutrition, and exposure to toxins such as lead can contribute to LD.

Learning disabilities are not caused by cultural differences or economic disadvantage, nor are they the result of lack of educational opportunity.  Learning disabilities can affect a person's ability in the areas of listening, speaking, reading, writing, spelling, reasoning and/or math.  They are lifelong challenges and although they don't go away, they should not stop individuals from achieving their goals.  A learning disability is not a disease, and there is no single course of treatment or intervention that works for everyone.  The first step to overcoming the challenges posed by a LD is to recognize that a problem might exist.  Oftentimes parents suspect that a LD exists but through their lack of action valuable time is lost. 


Once a learning disability is identified, different kinds of assistance can and should be provided.  In addition to specialized, explicit types of instruction, children with LD are entitled to have accommodations (such as extended time, readers, and note-takers) or modifications (such as abbreviated tests or alternate assignments) as deemed appropriate.  These guarantees are afforded to children with LD by law.

Self-esteem is a powerful predictor of success, but the daily struggles of learning disabilities can erode a child’s positive vision of themselves.  But don’t despair: as a parent, there is a lot you can do to help your child develop positive self-esteem.
  1. Help your child feel special and appreciated.  Research indicates that one of the main factors that contribute to a child becoming resilient is the presence of at least one adult who helps the child to feel special and appreciated.  This adult does not ignore a child's problems, but focuses energy on a child's strengths.  One way for you to do this is to set aside time to focus on things that your child enjoys doing so that he has an opportunity to relax and to display his strengths. 
  2. Help your child to develop problem-solving and decision-making skills.  High self-esteem is associated with solid problem-solving skills.  For example, if your child is having difficulty with a friend, you can ask her to think about a couple of ways of solving the situation.
  3. Avoid comments that are judgmental and instead, frame them in more positive terms.  For example, a comment that often sounds accusatory is, "You’re not trying hard enough.  Put in more of an effort."  Many children do try hard and still have difficulty.  Instead say, "We need to figure out better strategies to help you."  Children are less defensive when the problem is cast as strategies that must be changed rather than as something deficient with their motivation.  This approach also reinforces problem-solving skills.
  4. Be an empathetic parent.  Many well-meaning parents (myself included), out of their own frustration, have been heard to say such things as, "Why don't you listen to me?" or "Why don't you use your brain?"  If your child is having difficulty with learning, I have found it is best to be empathetic.  It is difficult, but I get more mileage out of Jordan when I tell him that I know he is struggling.  This way he is more inclined to be involved in thinking about possible solutions.
  5. Provide choices for your child.  This will minimize power struggles!  Choices help to set the foundation for a feeling of control over one's life.
  6. Do not compare siblings!  This is a tough one; but it is important not to compare siblings but to highlight the strengths of all children in your family.
  7. Highlight your child's strengths.  Unfortunately, many children view themselves in a negative way, especially in terms of school.  Make a list of your child's individual areas of strength.  Select one of these areas and find ways of reinforcing and displaying it.  For example, if your child is a wonderful artist, display his artwork!  Jordan has framed artwork displayed in his room and prominently in the living room.
  8.  Provide opportunities for your child to help.  Children seem to have an inborn need to help others.  Providing opportunities for children to help is a very concrete way of displaying their areas of strength and highlighting that they have something valuable to offer.  Helping others certainly boosts your child's self-esteem.
  9. Have realistic expectations and goals for your child.  Realistic expectations provide your child with a sense of control.  The development of self-control goes hand-in-glove with self-esteem.
  10. If your child has a learning disability, help your child to understand the nature of her problem.  Having accurate information can give your child a greater sense of control and a feeling that things can be done to help the situation.
For my readers with kids with LDs:  Think about when you first became concerned about your child’s ability to learn.  Maybe it was when your child began bringing home poor grades and was struggling in order to meet grade-level standards.  Perhaps you noticed that your child seemed sensitive and upset when it was time to go to school or do homework.  Who did you talk to about your concerns?  What action did you take?  Be your child’s greatest advocate!  Thanks for tuning in and have a Way Beyond Z Day!!

“Everything that happens to you is a reflection of what you believe about yourself.  We cannot outperform our level of self-esteem.  We cannot draw to ourselves more than we think we are worth.”  ~Iyanla Vanzant

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Pajama Day at HSA


The pajama parade in front of Harlem Success Academy 3 began at around 7:25am on February, 17, 2011.  Throngs of pajama clad elementary school scholars began rounding the corner on Lexington Avenue, hopping out of cars and taxi cabs on 111th Street, making their way in nightgowns, pajama pants and nightshirts from the nearby 110th Street subway station and local bus stops on Lexington and Second Avenues.  It was officially PAJAMA DAY at HSA3!  The scholars were greeted at the entrance by pajama clad teachers and school administrators aptly outfitted in their PJs and prepared to join in the fun.  

Scholars and teachers alike bound up the 5 flights to the gymnasium where there was an all school Community Circle, led by Ms. Johnson, of Whitman College, who was appropriately dressed in elephant pajama pants!       

Community Circle began with interesting facts about all the colleges represented at HSA3.  This information was researched and presented by third grade scholars.  There was a celebration of scholars born in February, and a dance contest.  An amazing time was enjoyed by all!  After Community Circle, scholars returned their classes to continue the pajama party then settle down to the business of being Beyond Z scholars.

Kudos and a resounding Hamburger Patty Cheer to whomever thought up the Pajama Day celebration!










Saturday, January 22, 2011

Repost of Trapped By a Zip Code

As the 2011 advocacy season is well under way for those of us who want to see the Charter School Movement grow and thrive, I thought to repost an entry that I originally posted on April 26, 2010.  This post speaks to the warehousing of children in failing schools in poor school districts.  This issue of having children bound to failing schools based on nothing other than their zip code, for me, is one of the primary reasons to to open the playing field and enhance the realistic educational choices available to parents in reference to acquiring a free and excellent education for their children.  Happy reading, and a HSA roller coaster cheer for those of you who become motivated and get involved after reading Way Beyond Z!      


Trapped By A Zip Code
NYC Public Charter Schools are under fire, and as a result may be legislated right out of business. As the insults fly, angry mobs of picketing, flyer-shoving parents form and politicians strategize how best to woo their constituents, the youngest, and among the most vulnerable of our citizenry, are being ignored and overlooked. The real victims or beneficiaries of this less than civil discussion are the one million or more school aged children who’s present and future are tremendously affected by the decision whether or not to allow them access to a free, quality education. Charter Public Schools are free, independently run public schools open to all New York City students. They are innovative in terms of policy and curriculum and the students are diverse. Public Charter Schools are an environment where teachers are empowered and schools are accountable. They serve regular as well as special education students and unfortunately do more with less operating funds.

My story is not so unique. My family and I live in the Mott Haven section of the Bronx. Well before the age at which my children would begin their formal education, my husband and I began to search for performance statistics of my neighborhood public schools. Much to my dismay, I found dismal statistics in reading and math and also realized that most traditional public elementary schools have not the resources, or so I believed, to teach science in primary school. I contacted schools outside of my district in reference to admission practices only to find out that my children would require a much coveted waiver in order to place my children outside of their neighborhood and in a better performing public school. It seemed that they were being held captive by their parents’ choice to live in Mott Haven. Being a product of private and parochial schools, I considered this a viable option, only to find out that these spaces are also coveted and scholarship funding is reserved only for the exceptionally academically gifted or most impoverished. My children fit neither of these descriptions. We were faced with making the decision that all parents dread. Accept sub-standard education that my children would receive because of their unfortunate zip code or sacrifice basic necessities to educate them properly. 

Let’s think “beyond Z” people! Children and their parents who happen to have zip codes that tether them to failing schools are expected to accept this as their only option or make the decision to live from hand to mouth in order to pay for a private education. Unfortunately, time stands still for no one and the children of New York City don’t have time for an ailing school system to be revived when there are excellent public charter schools now. I wish for all NYC children to be the beneficiary of a free, quality education not the victims of political opportunists who are only concerned with securing their seats in the upcoming election. I now pose this question to all New Yorkers, “What do you expect for the children of our city, access to excellence or mediocrity?” Frankly, even one school year is too much time to waste, much less an entire elementary education. You decide… 

Have a Beyond Z Day!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas message from Team Flete

Team Flete would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!  During this holiday season of merriment and general excess, Team Flete would like to remind all its readers to think of those less fortunate than ourselves and to challenge and encourage each of you to do something special for someone in need.  Feed a hungry neighbor or donate a new or gently used toy to a child whose family may not have been able to provide a lavish christmas.  Be a Beyond Z role model for your child today!  
   

Friday, December 24, 2010

Jordan Celebrates the Big 8 in a Big Way

Where does the time go?  I remember the day that he was born as if it was just yesterday.  I remember being so anxious to meet him.  Would he have hair?  Would his eyes be light brown like mine?  Finally, after an eventful labor (I'll spare you the details), I remember thinking that my new baby boy was perfect in every way!

He was and still is a joy to have!  His infancy was easy, with the exception of his sleeping as lightly as a cat in a room full of rockers.  Toddlerhood was great, skipping right past the terrible two with hardly an outburst!  He patiently accepted the addition of his sister to our family and team.  Jordan was mommy's little boy!  Fast forward to third grade and almost eight years old.  I'm no longer the focal point of this kid's existence.  He's constantly talking about Sean S., Taj and Max.... sheesh!

Last month, Jordan dropped the bomb!  Birthday with just Team Flete was no longer enough!  Jordan wanted to invite his inner circle of friends over for a birthday sleepover.  Worse yet, his father, sister, nor I were invited to stay!  I admit, I felt woosy at the thought of cutting apron strings, but realized that I could no longer be the absolute center of his existence.  It was finally time for me to acknowledge that this member of Team Flete was spreading his wings.  

Team Flete had a caucus and the decision was made to have an 8th birthday sleepover.  It was agreed upon that Julia would not be allowed to hang out with the boys in the "man cave" (basement) and that the parental units would only provide support services like food, drink, and snack set up.  Jordan would be allowed to choose five guests.

Team Flete has always been of the mindset that televisions and video games are non-essential items and we have only one television and literally go weeks between viewings.  We have never had video games, but for this birthday event, my husband and I decided to make an exception to our no-video-game rule and purchase a Wii video game!

The date of the sleepover had finally arrived and the guests began arriving.  The house was alive with laughter!  The boys got along famously and the Wii was a hit!  Every kid showed up with their own Wii controller, who knew that little boys travel with Wii controllers and games regularly!?!!  Jordan's birthday celebration was a right of passage of sorts for Team Flete and thankfully it was smooth transition for us all.  Jordan is growing from a baby into a young man.  How proud I am of his interactions with his friends and the realization that he and his friends get along well and are kind and fair to each other.  This was a learning experience for Team Flete.  Friends invited into the sanctuary and the ability to nurture healthy friendships make us a stronger team. 
Happy 8th birthday Jordan!  Many thanks to his friends who shared his special day with him!  Huge HSA3 marshmallow cheer for Jordan, Tyler, Taj, Sean P., and Sa'vion.  Mama Glo loves you all!       

Monday, September 13, 2010

Keeping Scholars Motivated

So, as most of my readers know, I am the proud mother of two HSA3 Scholars. Jordan, 7, is a young third grader and Julia, 6, is an even younger 2nd grader. Team Flete is soliciting ideas or suggestions on ways to keep our scholars motivated.

HSA scholars begin their academically rigorous day promptly at 7:45am and are in the clutches of teachers who expect nothing short of excellence for the next almost nine hour until their 4:30pm dismissal. Upon dismissal, the tired scholars are expected to come home and complete no less than 1+ hours of math, spelling, writing and independent reading homework.

Academic results of this schedule are tangible; however, the successes come with a price tag. My children are often cranky as the evening approaches and their deferred need for active play combines with their little bodies' craving for sleep. These most basic needs abruptly collide with the mountain of responsibility that is figuratively and literally placed squarely on the tiny shoulders of every HSA scholar. The mountain of responsibility is displayed in the form of a HSA royal blue backpack where scholars so proudly carry their blue homework folders and book baggies!

Despite Team Flete's best efforts to keep Jordan and Julia focused and on task, inevitably, somewhere between the "small moment story" and the spelling exercise the Flete children lose steam. I'm sorry to report that on most nights the last portion of the homework assignment becomes a chore and threatens to take the entire team down. Most nights I'm a tireless cheerleader, offering an abundance of praise and positive reinforcement. Some nights, I resort to threats and punishment. **I've learned that cranky children could care less about and do not respond well to threats.

Being tired, cranky and unable to focus myself, I pose this question to you: What do you do to motivate your scholars?

I ask that you please leave comments to this question in the comments section on this blog so that everyone may learn from our shared experiences. You may also respond to this question by emailing me directly at: GloJA@aol.com. Please write Keeping Scholars Motivated in the subject line. I plan to publish the most exciting and innovating suggestions in the October 2010 edition of the HSA3 Parent Council Newsletter.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Deductive Reasoning

This morning, being a usual morning, found "team Flete" involved in mega rush mode as we dressed, scarfed down breakfast and raced to the car. Jordan and Julia counted down to "take-off" as I wrestled the Landcruiser from the tight parking spot where it had been nestled and I somehow managed to avoid hitting all the meteorites (vehicles) and aliens (people) on my way to the Third Avenue bridge.

The kids had finally settled into reading the assortment of shop signs, billboards and street signs on my way down Lexington Avenue on the way to HSA3. Suddenly Julia tapped me on the shoulder and asks in a clear and unwavering voice, "Mommy, what's a nuva-ring?" Now, my inclination was to turn the radio up louder and pretend that I didn't hear my five-year-old ask me about a method of birth control but decided against my better judgement and opted for the standard hard-of-hearing mother response, "What was that, dear?" Julia is the type of child that every parent covets and fears having at the same time. She is energetic, articulate, bright, assertive and stubborn as a bull. She is relentless in her pursuit of answers and this, I was afraid, was about to turn into one of those dreaded question and answer periods. Luckily, by this time we were approaching 122nd street and Lexington Avenue and would not have much time for this discussion.

"Nuva-ring, mommy... what's a nuva-ring?", she repeated.

"What makes you ask? What do you think it is?", I responded shakily. Sweat beads were forming along my brow and I heard Jordan snicker. He'd obviously seen this scene play out between us many times before.

I caught a glimpse of Julia in the rear view mirror. Her brow was furrowed and she was obviously trying to frame her question so that she received a straight answer, as I'm sure she sensed my obvious avoidance. "I don't know what the nuva-ring is. That's why I asked. I saw it on a sign at the bus stop and was wondering what it was."

I saw my out! We were already on 115th and Lexington and had only 4 blocks to go. I was certain that she wasn't able to read the entire advertisement as we whizzed by, much less understand it and surely 4 blocks wasn't enough time to explain it. I made my strategic move. "What did the sign say?" Check.

Right at this time, a big, yellow school bus proceeded to slowly flip out the octagonal, red-flashing stop sign. I was caught. Julia and I met eyes in the rear view mirror. She flashed her winning smile and said, "The sign said the nuva-ring was 99.7% effective at preventing pregnancy if used properly. I don't now what the nuva-ring is, but I know it does something. If you tell me what the word preventing is, then I can probably figure out what it is. Deal?" Check mate.

I was floored! My 5-year-old not only read the advertisement but was attempting to use deductive reasoning to understand it. She could care less what the nuvo-ring was! All's well that ends well. I explained the word "preventing" and she was able to deduce that the nuva -ring "stops" pregnancy. She went Beyond Z this morning and this was all before 7:45am!

ps... The follow-up discussion of how this nuva-ring actually works is bound to be a winner.