Well, it's come and gone, the much-planned for school meeting. I had so many thoughts this year I decided it was time to just say some of them. But first, the disclaimer: I'm not going to spend a lot of time editing this, so you've been warned.
First, I'd like to mention styles and fashion. I'm not actually a person obsessed with style except in the historical sense, but I was apalled a few years ago at a school meeting I attended to realize, looking over the group, that everyone was basically dressed in a uniform consisting of the same neutral colored linen dresses, the same shades and styles of sweaters, and the same style of shoes.
This year, however, I was pleased to see a much broader variety of styles, fabrics, and colors. Special credit to the following attendees: red-sweater-girl for having the confidence to wear that color; kelly-green-jumper-girl for choosing such a pretty color and wearing it so gracefully; trench-coat-guy, your choice took me straight back in history to Nazi Germany, for some reason. Terrible era, great fashion choice.
The trip to school meeting is often fraught with terrifying perils like rising at absurd hours, such as 3:15 a.m., to choose a time at random. Things went amazingly well for our first two flights. As we strolled through the airport on our way to the third flight of the day, we started seeing Mennonites. Everywhere. It soon became apparent we all had the same destination. I can't tell you an exact number, although I did make some efforts to get an accurate count, but I think it's safe to say there were around 40 Holdemans on the same flight. This is a giant shock to someone who has been known to duck away down random aisles in Walmart to avoid awkward social interactions with people I already know. We did manage to survive, however.
Next, I would like to touch on the incredible efficiancy on display during mealtimes. At this point in my teaching career, I have been to a lot of school meetings, and I don't remember ever having been served at such amazing speed. It was truly impressive.
I must make special mention of the singing. I am blown away every year by the enthusiasm in the singers and the song leaders. And it's incredible to remember that the teachers are from all over the conference, and here we are, picking up songs many of us have never sung, and able to sing them more or less correctly on the first try.
Years ago a cousin and I had a fantastic idea for a rental business involving what we called "Introvert Cubicles." This vision was reserrected and refined during the school meeting.
Imagine a small, portable building perhaps slightly larger than a port-a-pot. You could tap to pay, and the door would open, allowing you in for as many fifteen minute segments of uninterrupted peace and quiet as you choose. When your time was up, the door would slide open and you would be visible to those waiting their turn in lline, the only sure way to get a person to give up their haven. Of course, slightly larger cubicles with napping space could also be available for a small price increase. They would also work for family reunions, where I believe they could earn the owner a small fortune as well.
Along with these, the company could also rent out temporary lockers. This would be very convenient, as sometimes teachers are tasked with carrying around numerous items, such as shoes, cell phones, songbooks, agendas, notebooks, and pens. That's not including other necesseties that sometimes are desired to have with one. A bag is not always convenient to carry, and I saw one school's teachers in a quandary when they needed to get recess shoes out of the vehicle, but were unable because the rig was locked and their schoolboard member was still in session with the keys.
Temporary lockers would also help preserve the wear and tear on one's dress shoes (and feet) that can occur if forced to walk back and forth across rock-strewn parking lots.
One of the students in our school asked us teachers what happened at school meeting and what it was for. We weren't exactly sure how to answer that. It's a mixture of being re-inspired, networking, and learning more about our chosen profession. I shall attempt to leave a few points below that I found interesting or helpful. They will certainly not be conclusive, as there were many interesting sessions and profound thoughts with which we were blessed at this meeting. Following are some quotes and insights offered up throughout the meeting. They may be paraphrased.
"We prosper under guidelines. We don't prosper under chaos."
"Taking ownership is selfish and about you."
"If we're going to give, we have to give with our whole heart."
"The brain always takes the easiest way out. Watching videos is detrimental to skills needed for focusing and reading. Between the ages of 0 and 5, screen time is detrimental. From the ages of 6 to 12, children should still have very limited screen time, if any."
"Prayer is the only way we will discoveer answers to how to make a difference."
"Making a difference is more about acceptance than applying pressure."
We were also well-entertained by attempting to instruct Miss Esau how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Who knew it was so complicated? There were several anxiety-producing moments, including, but not limited to, trying to spread peanut butter with a fork, trying to spread peanut butter on the crust of the bread, and spreading jam with her fingers.
We also were informed of a few new resources I'm enthused about. These include commoncoresheets.com for Math fact drill pages, marcycookmath.com, also number practice, and the game Sum or Swamp, which is a math fact game. Please keep in mind I am currently teaching first and second. These may not apply across all grade levels.
Of course a large part of these meetings is networking and making connections. Imagine my surprise when the girl beside me informed me her mother had taught me in second grade. Or another girl that asked me if I had stayed at her house once. I had. It was a traumatic experience involving candles that we shall not go into. Never mind it happened nearly 20 yeaers ago. As soon as I figured out who she was, I said, "Oh! Not the awful candle incident!" and she immediately knew that of which I spoke, just to prove that the experience was truly mortifying.
Discussions vary wildly at these meetings. We talked about issues we face in the classroom, sure, but we also covered a lot of other things. There were lots of comments on people we recognized but didn't know. There were questions about lectures we had heard. There were compliments on jobs well done.
At one point the group was discussing the probability of male teachers being good humans. I think the agreed-upon chances were 80%. The chances for the average youth guy were much lower, I shan't divulge the numbers here. But this is just to say that if you are of the masculine gender and have been worried about what people would think of you if you decided to teach, I would say your chances of entering a classroom and maintaining your popularity are pretty good.
There comes a time when one is ready to go home. Although there are always people you aren't quite finished talking to, the crowds and activity outlast the charm of the experience. So back we traveled to the airport, though this time with far fewer Mennonites on the flight. Instead, we were met at our gate by an entire rowing team, perhaps 30 members, on their way to a competition. Also, the pretzels on Southwest Airlines are delicious.
School Meeting truly is what you make it. If you go with the mindset of learning, you will find something to learn. If you go with the idea that you'd like to get answers, you will find someone that can probably offer you answers. And if you attend with a desire to see God at work in our schools, you will definitely find Him there. I'm sorry you couldn't all have attended with me. Maybe you'll get to go next year.