Thursday, August 25, 2011

Ron Clark





“Today, we are going to learn grammar.” Insert predictable groans from the class. “If you’re quiet and you listen ... every three minutes, I will chug one of these.” The teacher holds up a little carton of chocolate milk from among the dozens he has sitting on the table in front of him. Then he says, “If you can do it, you may get to see me puke.”

Teacher puke! Does it get any better than that for a sixth grader?! 

However disappointing this news may be, Mr. Clark didn’t barf that day, at least, not according to the Ron Clark Story, the movie (starring Matthew Perry) made about his work in Harlem. In the life of a middle school student, the mere suggestion of a digestive pyrotechnic display solicits, well, a sort of gross sense of curiosity. They tune in. They wait. And yes, they anticipate the “emetic event.” To not make good on it could almost be considered anathema in their young minds.

So what did they gain that day if not to eyewitness the ever hoped for hurling? Knowledge. Knowledge of the written word, how to place a verb, pin down a noun and un- dangle that dreaded dangling participle. But they learned something else, too. In an odd kind of disgusting way, they learned that with obedience there is often a reward. They learned respect and the value of listening. It’s not your average teaching technique but the results are remarkable ... with or without the coveted up-chuck.

And no subject is sacred. Take American History, for instance. Clark takes his own explosive energy, adds that to lyric and rhythm and then divides it with the names of our nation’s states and capitals. What’s the answer to such an equation? A lesson that’s forever imprinted on the minds of his young students who, by the end of a few dance filled rap sessions, can name all of these United States and their capitals from Juneau to Tallahassee. No beat skipped.

With a track record that doesn’t speak volumes, it screams them, he’ll proudly tell you that by the time his students complete the eighth grade, they will have visited six of the seven continents. His students often test above grade level and by the time they move on from his class, they are well mannered, positive and most are college bound. And they’re liable to look you squarely in the eye with confidence and ever so politely tell you so.

He seems to take winning Disney’s coveted Teacher of the Year Award in stride. But with rich enthusiasm, Clark will share how he’s shaken the hands of the likes of Oprah Winfrey, Nelson Mandella, and President and Mrs. Clinton but his truest inspiration seems to be the students. “I learn so much from them. And my kids learn right from the start that if you’re in my class, we are family. We’re there for each other.” And Clark stays true to that commitment even when a class moves on. “My first class in Harlem is about to graduate but I’ve been getting reports about their grades all along. They still call me to ask questions about interviews or colleges.”

Perhaps the most valuable thing he’s managed to teach them is to love learning.

So, what’s this legendary tall, skinny white guy wearing a tie and doing history rap lessons really like? After about an hour with him, I only know a few things for sure. I know that he’s intentional when he shakes a hand in greeting. He’s polite in the most southern of ways from his genteel, “Yes, ma’am’s” to his crisp, clean “No sirs.” His North Carolina drawl is endearing as he exudes all the charm of a little boy hiding a frog in his pocket. 

When it comes to his students, he’s on fire. He embodies a genuine exuberance for the art of teaching. His vision for education rolls off his tongue with such vibrant clarity one can nearly see it unfold in the moment, right there on that bare concrete floor in what will soon be The Ron Clark Academy.

His vision for education took flight some time ago but is now on the verge of drawing its first breath in Atlanta. The academy is scheduled to begin classes in the fall of 2007 right in the heart of the city on Margaret Street (off of Jonesboro Road, SE). With a location hand picked by Clark himself he says, “We are needed here. This area has its share of drug deals and prostitution, but we’re going to make this building a place of learning. It’ll turn this neighborhood around.”

His faculty is composed of like-minded individuals who see education in much the same way and share Clark’s vision for the academy. Kim Bearden, who was among the nominations for Disney’s American Teacher Awards and was honored as Cobb County’s Teacher of the Year, serves as Co-Founder, Executive Director and Language Arts Teacher. She was among those who rifled through hundreds of teacher resumes looking for the perfect fit. The screening process to find teachers was strict. “We were looking for educators who are innovative geniuses, passionate beyond words and gifted leaders in their respective fields.”

While standing on the dusty concrete floor, surrounded by building materials and bare walls, Clark painted a verbal picture complete with animated gestures and expression. His description of the state-of-the-art equipment that’s been donated is nothing short of inspiring. He described every room, (and I mean every room). For instance, “A lot of school conflict occurs in the restroom,” said Clark. So, how about this: “Flat screen TV’s broadcasting the news in the restroom.” Hopefully, a TV will serve as just enough distraction to help the kids get from point A to point B and avoid trouble in that one unmonitored area. “We’re a laboratory school so we can try it and see if it works. That’s why we’re private, so we can try these new things.” It’s an approach that gives permission for a method to fail while the faculty and students continue on a path of success until a new method is found that yields results.


Clark’s contagious vision cannot be contained on Margaret Street in Atlanta. “We’re gonna make a global change in education,” said Clark. Such enthusiasm has the power to draw a person right into a collision course with that vision. 

Jeanne Lynch, a fiery Gwinnettian and fourth grade teacher at Lawrenceville Elementary is one such person who credits Clark after hearing him speak, “He reminded me of why I wanted to be a teacher. He fanned that flame.” 

Having been in the classroom teaching for eleven years, Lynch has seen her fair share of teaching tactics. She’s known as the strictest teacher in the school, (same as Clark) and she says, “Sure I’m strict. But nobody messes with my kids.”

That, “we’re a family, we stick together” mindset seems to catapult so many kids from recalcitrance and ugly competition to camaraderie and mutual support in the classroom. It separates the teachers who go through the motions from the ones who run full throttle on the course with boundless enthusiasm and genuine concern for the individual that sits in that little chair five days a week. Lynch believes that every child deserves a shot at being, “better than his or her circumstances.” And they can be with little more than the sincere belief that there’s someone who believes in them and will help them find their way. “Many kids have that support at home. Sadly, many, many don’t.” But honestly, can a kid have too many people believing in his or her potential?

After hearing Clark speak, Lynch went back to her class and laid it out on the line. “Alright guys... there is so much potential in this room and you are going to be all you can be.” She read to them from Clarks book, ‘The Essential 55’, a New York Best Seller he’s written that explains some basic rules for life, like proper table manners as well as rules for the classroom.

“I teach you and you teach me. Together we learn to love to learn,” says Clark to his students and Lynch couldn’t agree more. “My students are inspiring,” she says and to hear her talk about them, it’s clear that her classroom is alive with activity and sometimes, brimming with wackiness for it’s own sake.

Recently, Lynch attempted a writing lesson with her fourth grade students. “Write two paragraphs under the title, ‘Something I Learned In A Funny Moment With Mrs. Lynch.’” But the students protested, “How can we do that? We’re always laughing!” My conversation with her reflected that jolly soul, who loves to learn and enjoys the rush of a good hearty laugh while doing it. Apparently, her students concur.

We have really great teachers in Gwinnett, and Lynch will testify, however biased it may be, that Lawrenceville Elementary is the best school with the best teachers...ever! It’s our hope at AG that this next school year will be a year of passion for all teachers in Gwinnett. May your year be a year of inspiration!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Blog Post Example: Car Wars

CAR WARS – How to Fight the Car Battles AND WIN

What do you call it when you cram your family and everything you own into your vehicle and drive until you hit a beach?

Some call that a summer vacation. Others call it a trip to Hades in a tin can.

How YOU define it depends upon your perspective and how you execute your travel strategy – provided you don’t execute the kids first.

Of course, I’m kidding about executing the kids. Why go to all that trouble if they’re going to kill each other, anyway?

Somewhere between, Are-we-there-yet? and She-touched-me! there’s potential for bloodshed. It’s when your precious, cute, adorable, sweet little off-spring start calling each other names like, dummy-stupid-head, creep face or butt-notch … THAT’S when you must intervene.

Admittedly, no one in my family knows what the term, butt-notch means, least of all my son who came up with it. However, it certainly solicited a most excellent response from his sister on a recent trip to Corpus. Anyway… I digress.

When traveling with children, it can be said; An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Having your arsenal full of entertaining things to do BEFORE you put the key in the ignition is pure genius.

This list of 101 CAR TRAVEL GAMES and ROAD TRIP IDEAS FOR KIDS will help get you started as you prepare for your summer car war, er, I mean, vacation.

How about YOU? Do you have any exceptional TRAVEL GAMES to share?

Blog Post Example: The Importance Of Kid Math

In kid world, the play time equation is pretty darned simple ...

When you add play time with a little dirt you get AWESOMENESS! Correct?

Sometimes we parents are guilty of not retaining our Kid Math skills when it comes to play time. Sure, it all added up back in the day. But then the years go by, and little by little, the formula for the equation gets a bit fuzzy.

What is it that keeps us parents from enjoying the “Mud-Slides of Doom” or the “Raging River of Despair” that kids create with just a little water and some good ole dirt? Why do we get all fussy when the adorable little outfit gets an itty bitty smudge while surviving the "Cliffs of Insanity"?!

Because we’re dufos, that’s why. We lay down that hard earned cash on some cutsie outfit and then like boneheads, we put our child in it to PLAY! Really??

Yes, really. I am guilty of having done that very thing. Oh, the number of dirty disasters I’ve ruined by stepping in to rescue an outfit my child was wearing while conquering the world. Not good. Not good at all.

Dr. Michele Borba, award winning child care author says, “We’ve always known that kids and play are just a natural combo. But new research also shows that letting kids engage in self-directed play has immense value for their social, emotional, cognitive and physical growth.”

Self-directed play is the stuff of learning in a small child’s world. When we step in too often, it’s a distraction from the excellent (and yes, MESSY) things they are learning. But learning they ARE and it’s IMPORTANT stuff! Messy play develops eye-hand coordination and tests the laws of physics not to mention expanding the imagination.

One solution to the play time equation goes back to a previous post where I sang the praises of consignment shopping. Just like grown-up savings add up by purchasing gently used clothes, Consignment Shopping for kids clothes can add up to big savings! It’s easy to find super looking play clothes that are totally affordable so that the EXCELLENT dirty adventures can continue.
How about you? How are YOUR Kid Math Skills? Are you open to the Dirty Play Time equation? Click on the comment button to post your thoughts!

Post Example: DIY Facial Cleansers

Miss McCheapskate here is always on the look-out for ways to improve our apartment lives by squeezing good ole Abe out of the Lincoln Memorial. I can pinch a penny like a maniac!

My latest money saving venture has been to explore the amazing world of homemade beauty products. I was inspired the morning I woke up with Mr. Nesbitt, my cat of 12 years, lying across my face, licking my ear lobe and purring his sweet nothings. Inspired indeed! I had more fur on my face than a circus bearded lady. I headed straight to the bathroom sink for a good scrubbing with soap and water.

Although my first lather-rinse-repeat maneuver removed the initial layer of fur, I was still plagued by the residual effects of the encounter. I’ll admit that any fur-residue I was feeling was most likely in my mind at that point – as opposed to on my face – and YET, I still felt the desperate need for a deep-cleansing facial. The dilemma? I had no fancy-schmancy name brand fur removing product on hand at the time. I know what you’re thinking: OATMEAL.

While it’s true that oatmeal is known for making a nifty face-paste, I didn’t have any oatmeal in my pathetic excuse for a well-stocked pantry. Living single in an apartment can do that to a pantry. I did however, have one extremely ripe banana.

Now I know that it’s probably not your very first thought to smear a ripe banana on your face. Not mine either. But desperate times call for desperate measures and besides, I didn’t want to run to the store and shell out my hard earned cash for what might actually BE mashed bananas in a jar … so I asked myself, What’s the worst that can happen?

Of course, the only REAL answer is to contact Martha Stewart … or … Google it. Martha didn’t answer despite my repeated phone calls but I did make some headway with a Google search. As it turns out, bananas aren’t the only edibles from your kitchen that make a wonderful facial cleanser! Papaya, grapes, avocado, kiwi and even plain yogurt can do wonders for the skin!

Who would have thought? How utterly convenient to be able to smear your breakfast all over your face and by the time you’re done eating, have supple and clean skin!

If the idea of using ripe bananas as a facial cleanser doesn’t excite you, there are oodles of other awesome homemade beauty product recipes to try! Give one a shot and let me know how it worked for you!

In the meantime, I’ll be busy giving Mr. Nesbitt a nice clean shave.