Thursday, August 22, 2013
getting all techy in the classroom
Well, not really, but kind of. This week I began doing an online based assessment system with my students to replace our outdated, not useful, benchmark tests we have been using for far too many years. Our district is ramping up for our state standardized testing that will be computer based here in the near future, and wanting to make sure our students were becoming "digitally literate" when it comes to assessment. I have always been the youngest person on staff, at every single school I've worked at. Not always the newest, but always the youngest. And guess what, being born in the 80's means when there is an opening on a tech based committee at school, you are probably going to be asked to take charge. Besides having to be out of my class one day this week for the training, I had no problem getting on board. And after today's successful staff training that I led with another teacher, it feels good to be getting back into the swing of being a teacher. Last year was a blur. I swear no one even knew I existed, so today, getting to teach teachers felt pretty great.
However, the past two days I've been using the fancy new Chrome Books we got for this testing, and I hurt my back. No, it wasn't the ounce that these slim little devices weigh, but I clearly twisted and jumped around my classroom trying to help students with connection issues one too many times. Oh, and I wasn't wearing orthopedic shoes. This morning I woke up feeling like an old lady, which I find ironic, because tomorrow I turn twenty-nine. Not old. In fact, I get to celebrate the last year of my twenties. The decade that anything goes and you don't have to act too grown up. Well, clearly I'm ready for thirty, when the time comes, because I technically fit all of the adult criteria, even though I don't quite feel like I do. I think I'll milk this back issue of mine for one more day so I can get another ride to work in the morning [even though I am really enjoying my bike rides, it does a nightmare to my hair, and I would like to not look like a hot mess on my birthday, just saying]. And for one more year, I'll pretend to be young and crazy, because next year, I'll just be young, and a little less crazy.