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     The familiar winds of autumn blew rapidly through the playground.  Ponytails flying, unzipped jackets flapping, and soaring playground balls all took errant paths. 

     Just as fall has briskly left so has trimester one.  Reports cards were sent home today and I plan on placing the final touches to each student’s conference narrative.  The practice of filling out the narrative for my students has become one of my favorite “at home” aspects of teaching.  I look forward to retreating to my little office in the basement, surrounded by the faint noises of my family upstairs, and writing.  I seem to enter into a world only my students and I really know; the life of Room 211 on a daily basis. 

     My mind pictures each student as I am writing about them.  Their faces make an entrance into my thoughts followed by the smile I see each day.  I travel back in time to when they first stepped foot into my classroom.  I take a “walk” through different seating arrangements recalling how they socially interact.  Their eyes, when full of wonder at a new concept just realized, captures my attention and leads me to think about how they learn, work, and play.  I can see their vulnerabilities and their moments of confidence.  The laughter that is theirs seemingly fills my ears as I put “pen to paper”.  

     I’ve long looked at test scores, writing samples, formal and informal assessments, homework, and projects.  I have all those items documented, organized, and at my fingertips.  I look for patterns, growth, and areas of relative struggles.  A picture in my mind is painted which guides my thoughts and in turn produces the right words to explain how they are doing in school.  The conference narrative becomes more than just a “narrative”…it becomes a work of art.   

     Teaching and learning is just that…an art.  We often attempt to reduce it to a science; and while there can be a methodical, scientific approach with the realm of education I feel it ultimately comes down to an expression of each participant’s life.  Through teaching and learning we gain an understanding of what’s important to us, of how we can problem solve, how we interact, and ways in which we deal with the struggles we find ourselves in when challenges come our way.  To quantify this abstraction is pointless at best.  The “logical, scientific” aspect of teaching and learning enjoys its own definition. 

     Placing numerical values, grades, and objective measures on learning serves an important purpose.  It allows teacher and student to gauge their progress, set goals, define and redefine expectations, and weave the “art side” of the endeavor into one unified whole.  The system of checks and balances comes to mind.

     The art and science of teaching and learning keeps close tabs on one another if properly nurtured and maintained.  Each can exist among the other in a harmonious dance that keeps time with the changing world.  They allow the individual to grow, expand, and critically think about themselves, their world, and their place in it. 

     Looking forward to seeing each of you (and any kids that come along) at our conference.

Mr. Casten
Nov. 21, 2015

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  1. Michael, you are such a beautiful writer. I can only imagine what those conference narratives will say. I imagine the parents will want to frame them. They are lucky to have such a thoughtful teacher!

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  2. Thank you for reading my blog and for the kind words...

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