18 Oct. Penning
By Mrs. Ann Arndt
October 18, 2016
Parent/teacher conferences are coming soon. It’s a good time for parents and teachers both, to sharpen their listening skills! Teachers look forward to these conferences. They are eager for them to begin, and by the time they are finished, probably totally exhausted. It’s mentally exhausting to “switch gears” every 20 minutes or so, in order to concentrate 100% on the child at hand.
Teachers take this task of “conferencing” very seriously. They work hard to determine the correct grade, taking into consideration the work finished, ability, participation, etc. They search for the right words to communicate with you honestly and lovingly. They search for the right words to communicate a child’s needs as well as his/her assets. Teachers want you to know that they care for your child in more than a clinical, professional way. They want you to know that the love of Christ is in them, and that love is shared with your child. That’s why they teach in a Lutheran school – they can proclaim that openly!
11 October Penning
By Mrs. Ann Arndt
The end of 1st quarter is coming up soon and with that, parent/teacher conferences. Raising children is quite a task, as is educating them. It’s good for parents to be able to communicate with their child’s teacher. It’s good to compare perspectives between teacher and parent. Imagine a group of children in front of an audience. If you are the parent, where does your attention focus? On that ONE child that is yours! You notice everything - how they stand, their facial expression, everything about that ONE child. Your perspective comes from raising that child, taking care of his/her every need. The teacher’s perspective, slightly different! The teacher has to see that child as an individual, and as part of a whole class – a whole class of special children. The teacher feels pride, too; pride for all his/her children. The perspective is obviously different, as the parent focuses on one, the teacher on many.
4 October Penning
By Mrs. Ann Arndt
October 4, 2016
I’m in an “appreciate your teacher” mode. I was thinking of their job descriptions, and realize again, that even in the most detailed of job descriptions, many things are not included. Here are a few of the “interesting” tasks that teachers find themselves doing: wiping runny noses, tying shoes, mediating quarrels, checking for head lice, unclogging toilets, putting band aids on bruises, reading notes from satisfied (or unsatisfied) parents, opening stubborn lunch containers, fixing bloody noses, finding lost glasses, diagnosing chicken pox, opening a Christmas present when an over eager child has already told you what it is, looking for lost retainers in the cafeteria trash can, suffering through temperamental copy machines, sharing with children what they bring you (left over snacks, family secrets, OOPS, yes it happens, flu, flowers – sometimes with ants included, knock knock jokes, etc.)
Of course, it also doesn’t list as compensation for a job well done: hugs, smiles, pats on the back, good parent notes, birthday treats, many Christmas gifts, children’s jokes, friendly conversation in the halls, the joy of a “light bulb going on” in the child’s face.
Principals Penning May 19, 2016
Life moves on. The teacher walks back into the empty classroom. It’s quiet, the desks are all cleaned out and textbooks fill the shelves. The students have left in a frenzy of excitement and good-byes.
The teacher will see the children again, of course, but it will never be quite the same. Some will be in the same room next year, but in a different grade. Some will move on to the next teacher, and will “belong” to someone else. The teacher will face new children in the room, and the process begins anew. The new charges in the class will bring new challenges and new connections. But, this year is gone.
Every class is different and special. As teachers, we are excited to see the children advancing as God would have them do. But, it’s not without a little tug at the heart on the last day of school. There’s a little prayer for each child as he/she leaves the school ground for summer break. The break is good. The children scatter in all directions for the summer. We pray that teacher and learner never forget the blessings they have brought to each other’s lives. They’ll both come back renewed, rested, and ready to move ahead. Both will return excited about new beginnings.
Principal's Pennings, May 12, 2016
Last Friday, Miss Chancellor was our principal for the day, as a result of an auction purchase. Her jobs included greeting students at the door, making announcements, visiting classrooms, handing ice cream to every student at lunch, going out to lunch with Mrs. Arndt, teaching a math class, planning a rousing game of volleyball between faculty and 7/8 grade students, AND writing the Principal’s Pennings for this week’s Eagle’s Cry. Miss Chancellor chose to write about the great things that happen when going to a Lutheran school. Here is her article:
There are many great things about attending a small Christian school. I have been at a small Christian school my whole life since preschool until now. Having a small school is great because you meet people and you truly become great friends and not just people who sit together at lunch. All the kids in my class have been in the same class as me since kindergarten or preschool. Now we know what makes each other happy and also what makes us upset. We know what to talk about and what to do together. At a small school you get to know everyone in every grade and so you don’t have as many problems with older kids not really caring about the younger kids.
Principal's Pennings, May 5, 2016
Sunday is Mothers’ Day, and my thoughts quite naturally go back to my own mother. She went to live with Jesus twenty-nine years ago this month. Thoughts of her still bring an occasional tear, but most often a smile accompanied many times by a chuckle as I remember certain instances. Mother would have never considered herself a comedian, she was much too shy for that. However, many times she was funny, and the source of much laughter for the family. Most times she wasn’t even trying to be funny, she was just being herself, which is often much funnier than someone who is trying to be funny.
Principal's Pennings, April 28, 2016
It is Administrative Assistants Day as I write this. That made me think of the job descriptions for our administrative assistants, which might go something like this:
- Sort mail
- Screen visitors to the office
- Type as needed
- Answer the phone
- Handle registration procedures
- Make sure all school forms are turned in on time
- Disperse medications as dictated by law
- Assemble handbooks, etc.
Principal's Pennings, April 21, 2016
Self esteem is a very delicate thing. Each of us as adults has arrived at our own level of self esteem in many different ways. God gives us each our own worth by simply making us and saving us! Self esteem for children is so easily built up or torn down by peers, parents, teachers, or relatives.
How do we, as parents and teachers, deal with children when they sin, or how do we deal differently when they make innocent mistakes? There is a difference. Sin is against God’s Law, a wrong! An innocent mistake may be accidently spilling milk or knocking a vase off the shelf. In this PP, I’m speaking of innocent mistakes.
Principal's Pennings, April 14, 2016
Working in a PSA department, many years ago, really opened my eyes to the struggles of teenagers, most of whom were not being raised in a Christian environment. These kids had either social, emotional, or behavioral issues. I learned that year not to be judgmental, but to look beyond these issues to what was concerning for each child. I learned a most important lesson from these teenagers. I liked all the kids in that group, even though there was not one of them who did not have severe problems like the ones mentioned. They were all in the PSA department because they were no longer allowed in the regular classroom. They still needed their education, but were beyond fitting into a classroom.
Principal's Pennings, April 7, 2016
We often ride bikes along the Little Blue River in Independence. It’s one time we get away from the phone and pretend we have nothing to do. Sometimes we leave the bikes and take the dogs. We don’t have young children anymore to help remind us to stop and admire the changing leaves or flowers, but dogs do almost the same thing. They can’t just walk three miles at a steady pace, they have to stop and smell the leaves, grass, trees, or whatever. So, while they are using their olfactory senses, we take time to use our visual senses.
Principal's Pennings, March 3, 2016
Growing up in the country in the middle of Nebraska as a teenager left little availability for summer jobs. Some of my friends worked at the one drive-in that was in town, but mainly the “town” kids did that. We “country” kids were probably expected to work on the farm. My parents rarely disagreed on anything, but they did disagree on one thing, and that was how I was to spend my summers as a 15-20 year old. Mother maintained that I should get a more “lady like” job, being a waitress in a local café. Dad said I should work on the farm, helping him so he didn’t have to hire a hired man. I don’t recall having a lot to say about it, because this seemed to be a parental decision at the time. I do remember thinking I’d much rather work with my father, although that was much harder work. Dad won every year, which meant I got up at 5:00 am to irrigate, dig ditches, mow grassland, rake, stack, fix fence (not good at that!), feed cattle, or whatever. It was very hard work, but the benefits were fantastic: room and board, great company, lots of positive reinforcement, lots of joking around, lots of fatherly wisdom shared. My wages? NOTHING! I knew it from the beginning. There would be no paycheck, work seven days a week (cows need to be fed, even on Sunday) and not even the 4th of July off! I did get a $2.00 a week allowance, though, which covered a weekend movie and snack afterward.
Principal's Pennings: February 25
It is a common practice on the farm, that when any newborn animal, such as a calf, lamb, or piglet is orphaned at birth, the job of the farmer is to find a new mother for the baby or it will die. Often a new mother is found who has lost her own young offspring. Seems like a perfect match, right? It might be a perfect match, but it isn’t that easy. The new mother would probably reject the lamb because by smell, the mother can tell it is not her own. What is often done, then, is to take part of the dead lamb’s hide and cover the orphaned lamb with that hide. The mother then holds the lamb at bay until she sniffs it well. Finally, satisfied with her nose inspection, she lets the lamb feed. The covering provided by the shepherd (farmer) was of her essence, and she accepted it. Had it not been of her essence, she would have rejected it.
Principal's Pennings: February 18
Do you have an inkling of what your children will be when they grow up? As teachers look over their children in the classroom, they sometimes wonder what their “charges” will do when they reach adulthood. Will the studious ones become the teachers, lawyers, or doctors? What will become of the class clowns? Those of us who have taught for several years, long enough for some of our students to grow up and have careers and families of their own, can tell you that there are surprises, and most of them very pleasant surprises.
Principal's Pennings: February 11
What are special things you remember about your parents during your childhood? I remember my mother “pretending” to be “Grandma” to my dolls. She could do this while carrying on her task of making dinner, washing dishes, whatever. I remember my father taking me out of school a couple times, just a little early, to take me fishing. I remember my mother teaching me to make bread and posters for 4-H projects. I remember my dad stopping his fence building once, just to drive the pick-up along side of me to satisfy my curiosity as to how fast I could run. I remember my mother playing Canasta with me when I was bored. I remember my dad letting me paint his toenails red while he read the newspaper (a decision he regretted for at least a month!). I remember my mother taking me weekly to the library. I remember my father pausing in the milking the cows routine to play catch with me a bit. I remember...............
Principal's Pennings: February 4
How often do we as parents look at our children and expect we will see the “perfect child?” How often are we a bit disappointed or embarrassed when we see and admit to ourselves that our child does not fit all our expectations? Our children are certainly a wonderful work in progress as they develop into what God intends for them to be. They will make mistakes, but haven’t we all? They will learn from their mistakes as we have.
Each is his/her own person who will develop according to his/her Godgiven talents. It’s our job as parents and school to help them learn right from wrong, to learn to recognize their talents, and to know where those talents come from. The following poem was read at a faculty devotion, many years back. You may recognize your own child in this, or you may help your child accept and respect those who are a bit different, who don’t necessarily fit our “mold.”
The following poem speaks to this idea.
Principal's Pennings January 28
The story in preschool was of the Resurrection of Jesus, and how He met back with His disciples. The disciples were still rather unsure of the events, and still somewhat afraid that Jesus would leave them again. During this “Jesus Time” lesson, the preschool teacher told the children that even as the disciples (His friends) that He would always be with them, that He was also the best friend of the children and would always be with them wherever they might be, a very reassuring thought, not only for small children, but also for adults. It was shortly after the lesson when a little girl asked to go to the bathroom. From behind the closed door. The preschool teacher heard the little girl call, “Jesus, I’m in here now!”
Principal's Pennings: January 21
Teaching is an interesting occupation. It never has its dull moments. The children always come up with something that you haven’t thought of yet.
“Principaling” isn’t much different; not too many dull moments, and the children still come up with things that you haven’t thought of yet. For me, the hardest children to discipline are the very young. They don’t do things that are very bad, but when they do step over the line the teacher may send them in for a “little chat” with the principal. Now, I haven’t been in the classroom all day, noticing the irritating antics of the errant child, and all I see is this sweet little boy or girl, looking totally innocent, who meekly walks into the office for our “little chat.” This was how it began with a little 5 year old from kindergarten. He walked in, sat down, and said with all the innocence he could muster, “Before you begin, can I tell you what REALLY happened?” I replied that I already knew what REALLY happened, because his teacher, Mrs. B, had already told me. I knew, of course, that his version would be different, so I chose to rely on Mrs. B’s memory of events.
Principal's Pennings: January 14
As parents, we teach our children in many ways, and as teachers, we do the same thing. My father, I think, taught his children not to take life too seriously, to find a bright side, and to move on. He was a great story teller, and could find a good story in most any situation. He could laugh at himself, and find a “moral” to the story.
I remember ice fishing in northern Nebraska. (Wonder why I thought of ice fishing this week? It’s COLD!) Anyway, it was a fun, but very cold activity. We’d bundle up, pull covered sleds of fishing equipment behind us, find a spot in the middle of the lake, dig an icy hole, sit on the sled, and drop the hook into the hole in the ice. When fishing was good, we’d enjoy pulling perch through the ice; when the fish weren’t biting, we’d drink a cup of hot chocolate, and move to a different spot to dig another hole. Maybe that’s what kept us warm, digging so many holes!
Principal's Pennings: January 7
My mother’s birthday would have been this week. She will be celebrating in heaven, and has been for many years, as she would have been 105 this week. Mother was probably the most significant Christian in my younger life. She was a school teacher, too, although her “teacher training” consisted of only six weeks of training in high school, and her teacher career lasted only two years. After that, she spent her life as a Christian wife, mother, and grand mother. Mother taught us by words, of course, but I think mostly she taught us by example.
I don’t recall her ever missing a chance to worship on Sunday mornings. What did we learn from that? Worship is important! We go to church on Sunday morning. It’s not something we decide every Sunday morning – we just knew if it was Sunday, we worship.
Mother sent birthday cards to everyone she knew, it seemed. Her theory was to let people know you are thinking of them and care enough to take a little time to help make their day special. I doubt they were Hallmark cards, but I’m sure they made everyone smile.
Principal's Pennings: December 10
Do you ever repeat a good story? As I listen to the students rehearse for their program tonight, I started wondering how many times I have heard the story of the birth of our Savior. I’m thinking in my lifetime I’ve heard it hundreds of times, have taught it hundreds of times, and still look forward to the story. It’s a story I heard first as a young child. It’s the same story I hear as an adult. My favorite movie for many years was “The Sound of Music.” However, after seeing it about ten times, I tired of it, and haven’t seen it for years.