Sunday, December 15, 2013

An Extremely Overdue Post

I have a new job!

Well, I meant to write that in July.  It's been a little busy.  With a new job and all.

But I'll tell you about it!  It might, in fact, be the perfect job for me.  There's the slight matter of working for a non-profit and getting a non-profit level salary.  but aside from that, it's pretty perfect for me.

I think everyone reading this probably knows I'm a Christian.  I've never worked for a Christian school or organization, however, in part because I never wanted to only work with Christians or strictly with kids for Christian families.

I'm a public school teacher and worked in a quite difficult public school for eight years.  I loved the kids, loved most of the parents, had difficulties with the administration (most of the 8 incarnations of them) and hated the politics and testing.

Guess what?  I got a job at a Christian organization that hires and serves all children and youth in the neighborhood, not just Christians.  It's the kids I love to work with from public schools without the testing or politics.  I LOVE IT.

I'm in charge of an after-school program with 60 kids in elementary and middle school.  They come from Christian (Protestant and Catholic), Buddhist, and non-religious families.  Their families are from Nigeria, Burma, Vietnam, Cambodia, Mexico, El Salvador, Guatemala, Brazil, Honduras, Nepal, Laos, Thailand, China, Taiwan, and the United States.  They are being raised by moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas, aunties, and combinations of all of those.

These kids area all being served by the public schools but I don't have to deal with testing, Common Core standards, or constantly rotating principals.

In addition, most of our staff are teenagers from the neighborhood, and I love working with them.  They are often raw and young and unprofessional, but they are wonderful and I am so privileged to work with them.

There are, of course, challenges to this job.  Finances are pretty tight and having young employees whom you can't pay a lot can be tough.  But I love it.

If you pray, please pray for me.  If you want to financially support us, take a look at or email me for more information.  Stay tuned for more information.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

This Makes Me So Happy

I asked a parent of a teenager I work with to be a reference and he forwarded me the email he wrote.  Here it is with only my name taken out.  I'm going to keep it forever for when I don't feel like I'm making a difference.

Let me share a few thoughts. B- has been my savior the last year. At one point we had tutors in my house 6 nights a week. We’re down to just B- these days as she is so incredible. She doesn’t do the work for my son but challenges him to find the answers himself. A couple of weeks ago he cranked out a 5 paragraph essay from scratch in one hour. And it was wonderful. You could read all about her on Yelp if I ever got around to writing something. She is kind, bright, cheery, and my son and I both adore her. He respects her and works with her so much better than he does with me. She monitors his work, his notebooks, keeps him on track and makes my life enjoyable. I really can’t say enough good things. She works with my son primarily in English but always is ready to pitch in for World History and Media.

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Go Appreciate a Teacher!

My Facebook friend Brook, who said I could quote her, recently had this up as her status:

Just a quick bit of perspective. So, parents, do you really understand the amount of blood, sweat, and tears goes into being a teacher? Remember the last family vacation you planned, the frustration of trying to lock your family schedule down, the disappointment when plans fell through, the stress of trying to secure an alternate? Well, teachers deal with that EVERY day, only instead of doing it for a family of 4, they have to contend with the wants, needs, and sense of entitlement for families of 20+ from all walks of life, beliefs, and ideals. While you work your 8 hours and get paid for it, your child's teacher is working 10+ and there's NO overtime. Those field trips, parties, and events all take time to plan. The lessons and projects that keep you children engaged; when do you think all that work happens? During school hours? Don't kid yourself. Teachers do it on their time, for your children, because they knew, long before you give birth, that those people are our future. They are educators, parents, social workers, and therapists all wrapped into one and in addition to the task of mentoring your kids, they have to handle the needy personalities of the parents. The wants of an overprotective mother, or the denial that your kid really is the asshole everyone says they are, not the sweet angel victim of every social situation. They have to attempt to do damage control from addicted parents and try to prove there's another way of life to these kids. Most people take for granted what teachers do for their children and that's a travesty. As parents most of us would lose our shit if we had to put up with what teachers do everyday. Just acknowledging it.

It is Teacher Appreciation Week, and I'll tell you, some of us live for that week.  Most of the time, we get blame (from parents, administrators, government, and society as a whole), pity (from people who make three times as much as us with the same amount of education or who don't have to scrub marker and snot off their clothes every day), scorn (especially true for teachers who aren't parents, often from family/acquaintances/parents of students who pull out the highly insulting "well, if you had kids, you'd understand x, y, or z.").  

We go into the professional knowing all this and we all have reasons that it's worth it.  Those reasons all have names, such as Stephanie, the incredible student I had in third grade who is seeing her dream of going to Howard University manifest itself after years of hard work.  She not only makes me proud to be a teacher - I would pay her whole tuition if I was able to because she'll be such an incredible investment.  We don't go into this profession to be appreciated, but we also are often not prepared for the amount of blame, ridicule, etc. that we have to deal with.

Brook, it's parents like you that help us keep going.  I'm no longer in the classroom but still teaching.  Whether or not I ever do go back to the classroom, I will never forget the feeling of going into the last stretch of the school year, with the kids acting crazy, the classrooms overheating because they act like greenhouses, trying to give standardized tests when you want to actually TEACH the kids what they still need to learn because so much of your time has been wasted testing, madly planning field trips and end of the year activities, and dealing with parents who think you should be spending all your energy on their one child.  It makes a huge difference to just have this acknowledged, so thank you to everyone who's appreciating their child's teacher.  Please know that the teacher loves your child and would do anything for them, even when they're destroying the classroom.  

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Lessons on Equality

I take my Little Sister to a lot of kid-friendly events and she knows a good amount of my friends and family now.  When a friend was moving to another state and a party was thrown that included children, I brought her to that too.  On the way there, I realized that I hadn't told her something about this friend and wasn't sure how she'd react.

As a teacher, you learn to navigate the tricky waters of students' families' views, prejudices, and beliefs.  If you tell a child that what their mother or grandmother believes is wrong or prejudicial, you're probably fighting a losing battle, as this is what they've grown up with and most likely internalized.  I've found it better to get them thinking for themselves, and have managed to fight some fairly entrenched prejudices, mostly racial, by doing this.

I thought about this as I prepared to have this conversation with my Little Sister about this friend.  I thought I was going to have to talk about whether or not you agreed with someone's "lifestyle" (kind of a terrible word but commonly used), it's still important to treat them with respect.  I thought I was going to have to explain why I actually had friends who were gay, as I was pretty sure my Little Sister had not had much interaction with people who were gay.  I thought I might have to explain how homophobia is similar to racial prejudice, and how it was important to treat everyone equally.

I was underestimating her.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: I forgot to tell you that this friend we're saying good-bye to is gay.  You might hear someone talk about how he's going to live with his boyfriend and I wasn't sure if you knew any men who had boyfriends or women who had girlfriends.

Her: I saw two men kissing once.  I didn't like it.  [long pause]  I don't like seeing anyone kiss, even if it's a man and a woman.

Me: That makes sense.  I think that's a normal feeling.  You don't have to watch anyone kiss.

Her: Is he nice?

Me: Who?

Her: Your friend who's moving.  Is he nice?

Me: Yes, he's very nice.

Her: OK. Then I'll like him.

That was the end of the conversation.

After the party, as we were driving home, I asked her if she had had fun.

"Your friend helped me with my Jeopardy game," she said.  "He was very nice.  He was the first gay person I've ever met."  Then she went to sleep.

I didn't need any of my explanations.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

The Power of Community

Today I get to write about something encouraging.

A few months ago, one of my former students' families had a house fire.  Everyone in their family got out OK, but they lost everything.  EVERYTHING.

His fourth grade teacher who is still at the same school (I had him in third grade) found out and told me and our best volunteer ever about it.  Between the three of us and our friends, we managed to get the word out and get donations of furniture, clothing, gift cards, and money, people to move stuff (including two professional movers), and basically enough furnishings to fill up a 4 or 5 bedroom house.

When we were moving stuff in and since, the student's mom has expressed gratitude to me and the other teacher.  What I told her is what I'd like to share here: it wasn't me.  I can't speak for how the other two people got their donations but I just asked my friends.  My friends (and acquaintances, and in some case, friends of friends) just gave.  They gave furniture and clothing and money and time and gift cards to a family they had never met only because I said they needed help.

It still, even after seeing it happen before, astounds me that people would give (especially money) to people they didn't know, just because I said they were people I cared about.  It amazes me that people are willing to write checks to me, trusting that I'll use it for what the people I said I would and not for myself (don't worry, I did).

It's easy in teaching where I taught to get discouraged and assume that no one cares.  And I've seen plenty of examples where people actually don't care or think black/Latino/poor children or anyone who lives in a particular area are so different from the rest of us that it's easier to kind of dehumanize people sometimes than to do something to change inequality.

However, in this instance, I was encouraged, and reminded that I know some pretty awesome people.  

Monday, March 18, 2013

White Privilege

I've been struggling to explain white privilege to a few people lately.  It's easy to think of the idea as just another type of racism - of course I don't have any extra privilege because I'm white - that would be racist!  We're all colorblind here!  Unfortunately, white privilege is very real, has been studied, and affects many people in a variety of negative ways, including white people.

I can walk through an expensive clothing store and not be followed.  I can buy bandages that are my skin color.  I don't have to worry that if a landlord doesn't accept my application, it's because of my race or skin color.  I can behave badly, and not have someone chalk that up to my race or have to feel like I'm representing everyone who looks like me.

Those are only some of the examples I've thought of.  There are more here and many other places online.  It's easy for me to think of ways that I get treated differently (not usually in a good way) because I'm a woman, but it's less comfortable to think of all the ways I benefit from the general prejudice and stereotypes in our society.

A friend who is a grad student in geography sent me an article that I found extremely interesting, entitled "Rethinking Environmental Racism: White Privilege and Urban Development in Southern California." (reference at the end of the post).  I've only read about 1/5 of it so far, partly because I've been swamped with work and partly because I am having so many emotions while I read it.  Partly I'm astonished that someone/many someones have studied something I've been noticing for years and never knew a name for.  There's a reason trucks can go on 880 (the freeway that goes through the area I used to teach in) and not on 580 (the area that runs through the hills where the upper middle class and upper class white people live.

The first thing that stood out to me from this article was that it was a church denomination that commissioned the first study on environmental racism in the 1980s.  I'm not sure if they called it environmental racism then but I'm pretty impressed because a church has no reason to study that except that they believe in equality and justice.

There was more that made me think, and I hope that the excerpts below will bring up thoughts for anyone reading this as well.  My comments are probably a bit disjointed because I've found that when I feel very passionately about a subject I have trouble being coherent and I'm also very tired.  So I'll just leave you with some quotes from the article:

A focus on white privilege enables us to develop a more structural, less conscious, and more deeply historicized understanding of racism.  It differs from a hostile, individual, discriminatory act, in that it refers to the privileges and benefits that accrue to white people by virtue of their whiteness... White privilege, together with overt and institutionalized racism, revewals how racism shapes places.  Hence, instead of asking if an incinerator was placed in a Latino community because the owner was prejudiced, I ask, why is it that whites are not comparably burdened with pollution?

In this scenario, whites do not necessarily intend to hurt people of color, but because they are unaware of their white-skin privilege, and because they accrue social and economic benefits by maintaining the status quo, they inevitably do.

Evidence of white privilege abounds.  It includes the degree to white whites assume ownership of this nation and its opportunities, people of color's efforts to "pass" in order to access whiteness, whites' resistance to attmepts to dismantle their privilege, and, conversely, even whites' efforts to shed their privilege.... whiteness pays off and whites wish to retain those benefits.

The final issue of white privilege is, at whose expense?  It is impossible to privilege one group without disadvantaging another.  

"Rethinking Environmental Racism: White Privilege and Urban Development in Southern California, by Laura Pulido, from Annals of the Assoication of American geographers, Vol 90, no 1.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013


Some adults find it hard to talk to children.  While I'm not advocating talking to strange children (well, they're all strange, I actually mean strangers talking to children), there is a secret I've learned if you ever need to have a conversation with your college roommate's kid or your boss's children.

If you ever want to get a child to talk, bring up birthdays.  Specifically their birthday.  A birthday is the one subject that every single child is absolutely enamored with because it revolves around them. You won't even have to ask much - just ask them when their birthdays are and most kids will be off and running.  Shyer kids might take a little more prompting, which is when you bring up cake or presents or birthday parties.

One of the first things I always did in my classroom was to make a birthday chart.  They have fancy ones at the teacher supply stores, but you can get any kind of calendar or posterboard and just write down names and birthdays. (This is much trickier when you have Jehovah's Witnesses in your classroom, as they're not supposed to celebrate birthdays.  I have only ever had one Jehovah's Witness in my class and he was pretty bummed about it so I tried to play down birthdays all year, but it was tough.)

It doesn't matter that much how you celebrate the birthdays as a teacher - whether that's with special pencils or cupcakes (in the few areas that still allow kids to bring sweets to school) or a special birthday hat - the important thing is to make the kid feel special, and for a reason they didn't have to ear.  It's a free celebration.  If the child's birthday is on a weekend or in the summer, you need to do the closest day or the half birthday, anything.

Some kids don't have a whole lot to celebrate.  Some kids are never celebrated at all.  One day a year teachers can help a little and celebrate kids for just existing - not for earning anything or getting a certain grade, but just for being themselves.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Her Dream

My "Little Sister" wrote this.  She is nine years old, in fourth grade, and has been through far too much already.

                                                               My Dream


Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream that there would be equality and peace. Dr. King wanted his children not to be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

  I have a dream that when I grow up I can go to college and work very hard so I could get a great job, and live a long, happy and harmless life.  I hope and pray that I won’t get killed or die early.

 I have a dream that none of my family will be killed or die unnaturally. I also want my little brothers to grow up and be whatever they want to be.

  I have a dream that my community won’t have any more shootings especially people in my family. Specifically, my cousin. At sixteen shot and killed whom I Love so much. 

  I have a dream that this country will never again have segregation, discrimination and people being treated badly because of the color of their skin. (Like Dr. King said) 

 I have a dream that the world would be a better place. I think that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. would love this nation today because his dreams came true. There is equality and peace in the world today. His children aren’t solely being judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Me Duele/It Hurts

I tutor a 7-year old English-speaking child who is in a Spanish immersion first grade.  She didn't do Spanish immersion kindergarten so she's a little behind but she's really smart.  However, she doesn't really like to pay attention and is having a hard time sort of buying into her new class, so that's been the challenge.

The other day, I was at her house when she came in limping and crying and being very dramatic about her fall from a tree. She wouldn't stop talking about how much it hurt (she forgot to cry when I gave her a sticker so I don't think it hurt all that much) so I told her how to say it in Spanish.

This child really really likes singing so she started humming and singing "me duele, it hurts me, me duele it hurts."  Sensing an opportunity, I taught her the names of some of the body parts.   Pretty soon her song went something like this:

Me duele la cabeza
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele el brazo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts
Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts

Me duele el pelo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele el dedo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts
Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts

It was a very sweet little tune and I can't wait to see if she remembers it.  And no, her head, arm, hair, finger, and all these other things did not hurt, but she really does love drama.  And singing.

Sunday, February 03, 2013

Too Many Victims

I have always felt an incredible amount of sadness not only for the victims of violence, but for the perpetrators.  Much (probably most) of the violence where I used to teach was both aimed at and committed by young men and I always felt (and feel; sadly, the violence has not abated) just as devastated for the people who took a life as for those who lost theirs.

I understand why people may not agree with me; especially those who have lost loved ones to violence.  But I see these kids when they are just that, kids, and I know them sometimes before they do this.  I've been there when they're scared because they can't control their temper, when they feel such a strong desire for revenge that they can't see any other option, and when they are violent and bullying because that's all they've ever known.  And I think that is just as much of a tragedy as someone dying - it's just a different way of someone losing their life.

Ever since I started teaching where I did, I had a fear of when I would find out that my first student was killed.  I knew it was inevitable.  It happened a few years ago, and it wasn't one of the students from my class, but it was a student who I spent time with outside of school and who I knew from school.  Even with my years of worrying, I never thought it would be someone so young.

I grieved for Josue/Joshua and I grieved for the kids I knew much better who had seen him killed and will probably never be whole again because of that.  I have lost touch with those kids for the most part for a couple of reasons, and one of them is because the older one has really hardened and wants nothing to do with me any more.

Throughout all of these years that I was worrying about "my kids" being killed, I never really thought about how I'd feel when one of my kids killed someone but now I know.

I got a text message from a former student who is now 20 or 21, married, with one baby and another on the way.  She texts me periodically to let me know how she's doing and it usually involves how so-and-so in her family is on such-and-such drugs and how she has moved because she can't have her baby in an environment where his uncles are waving guns around while they're high. (A parenting decision of which I strongly approve.)  Two days ago she texted me to tell me that her cousins killed one of her brothers.

The story I got was that her 23-year old brother was arguing with her cousin R. (who I knew from another third grade class when I was teaching), R. ran in the house, gave his brother A. a gun, and A. shot my student's brother in the face, killing him.  I don't know if drugs were involved, but it's likely.

I expressed my grief and condolences to my former student (although how, HOW do you express the appropriate amount of condolences and grief to someone whose cousin killed her brother, whose nieces are now fatherless, who has been trying her whole life to get away from this kind of senseless violence and it follows her because it is deep in the fabric of her family and community?)

What I didn't tell her, because I don't think it will help her right now, is that I remember A. and R. as children and I remember taking them all three out to Burger King when they were all 8-11 years old.  I worked with A. on Saturdays sometimes, helping him learn to read because he was going to graduate from elementary school without basic reading skills.  I could already tell that almost everyone was going to give up on these two - they were already getting hard and mean - and I treasured the fact that with me, sometimes, on those weekends, I could see them being kids and help them be kids.  I had some hopes that I would make a difference, but, as with so many of these kids, they need so much more of a difference than a few teachers can make.

So now I know, it hurts just as much to find out that a student you loved killed someone as it does to find out a student you loved was killed.  And that honestly, I might have been able to stay in that school if I could have figured out a way not to love the students.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Feedback Wanted

As many of you know, I have been blogging for Teaching Tolerance for about a year and a half.  I am incredibly honored by this opportunity - Teaching Tolerance is a resource I used before I began blogging for them and they are a project of the Southern Poverty Law Center, which played a major role in the American Civil Rights Movement.

I have, so far, written about my own prejudices, the prejudice I encountered when working with poor minority children in Oakland, and other things that I wish people had told me before I started teaching.  You can find all my posts at this link. 

If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time and have a suggestion for something I could use for Teaching Tolerance (which has a much wider audience than my own personal blog), I would love to hear it.  Maybe there's something that really spoke to you at some point or surprised you, and you think would benefit other people?  Maybe as a teacher, something resonated and, like me, you wished you had known about it before you experienced it yourself.  If any of these things are true, please let me know in the comments or by email.  Thanks!